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When with a serious musing I behold.259 
Where the bee sucks, there lurk I. 87 
Where yonder lilies wanton with the air.142 
While proudly flaunt to lure the gaze. 83 
Whilst from off the waters fleet . 87 
White bud that in meek beauty so djist lean... 150 
Who can unpitying see the flowery race.258 
Who else is coining?—There’s sunshine here.. . 327 
Who loves a garden loves a green house too.. . 19 
Why better than the lady rose.127 
Why do you weep? Can tears. 80 
Who thus, O tulip, thy gay painted breast... . 157 
Winter retire... 57 
With drooping bells of clearest blue.210 
Within my little garden is a flower.Ill 
With little here to do or see. 99 
Wound in the hedge-row’s oaken boughs.170 
Ye field flowers, the gardens eclipse you’t is true 32 
Yon countless worlds in boundless space. 3 
Yonder is a girl who lingers...170 
Yon mystic flower with gold and azure bright 238 
You’re spinning for my lady, worm ......... 306 
Youth, like a thin anemone displays.233 
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