Poet
Carolyn Wells
1862–1942
English
- To win my first men struggle all their lives
- Under A New Charter
- Upon my last I saw a yacht
- V
- Vi
- Vii
- Wake! For the “Honk,” that scatters into flight
- Waste not your Hour nor in the Vain pursuit
- Wealth
- When at an inn I stopped to dine
- When brave Leander was immersed
- When from my ivied casement I look down
- When Pope remarked, “Whatever is, is right
- When suddenly, an Angel Shape was seen
- When the story about Looking Backward we read
- Whether in winter’s cold or summer’s heat
- Whose Secret presence through the Motor’s Veins
- Why, if the Soul can know this Glorious Game
- Why, if your Car can fling the Dust aside
- Wistfulness
- You can turn my first, and it gives a nod