Experience
might have told me (_Hours of Idleness_), i.
Byron
415
Who killed John Keats? (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 76
Who would not laugh, if Lawrence, hired to grace (_Hints from Horace_),
i. 389
Why, how now, saucy Tom? (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 74
Why, Pigot, complain? (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 53
Why should my anxious breast repine? (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 220
With Death doomed to grapple (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 64
Without a stone to mark the spot (_Poems 1809-1813_), iii. 30
Woman!
Experience might have told me (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 43
Would you go to the house by the true gate? (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _),
vii. 69
Ye cupids, droop each little head (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 74
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection (_Hours of
Idleness_), i. 25
Yes! wisdom shines in all his mien (_Jeux d'Esprit, etc. _), vii. 12
You call me still your _Life_. --Oh! change the word (_Poems 1809-1813_),
iii. 72
You have asked for a verse:--the request (_Poems 1816-1823_), iv. 565
You say you love, and yet your eye (_Hours of Idleness_), i. 9
Young Oak! when I planted thee deep in the ground (_Hours of Idleness_),
i.
