Poet
Thomas Moore
English
- When Midst The Gay I Meet.
- When Night Brings The Hour.
- When On The Lip The Sigh Delays.
- When The Sad Word. By Paul, The Silentiary.
- When Thou Art Nigh.
- When To Sad Music Silent You Listen.
- When Twilight Dews.
- Whene'er I See Those Smiling Eyes.
- Where Are The Visions.
- Where Is The Slave.
- While Gazing on the Moon's Light
- While History's Muse.
- While thus, like motes that dance away...
- Whose are the gilded tents that crowd the way...
- Why Does She So Long Delay?
- Why Does She So Long Delay? By Paul, The Silentiary.
- Wind Thy Horn, My Hunter Boy.
- With Moonlight Beaming.
- Wo! Wo!
- Wo! Wo![1]
- Woman.
- Wreath The Bowl.
- Wreaths For The Ministers. An Anacreontic.
- Write On, Write On. A Ballad.
- Written
- WRITTEN IN THE BLANK LEAF OF A LADY'S COMMONPLACE BOOK.
- Written On Passing Deadman's Island, In The Gulf Of St. Lawrence,[1] Late In The Evening, September, 1804.
- Yes, Yes, When The Bloom.
- You Remember Ellen.
- Young Jessica.
- Youth And Age.
- “Neither do I condemn thee; go, and sin no more!”
Italian
- L'ultima rosa dell'estateglossed