Chapter 58

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_),