No. Why do the houses stand Why do you hide, O dryads! when we seek Why should not Wattle do Will ye gang wi' me and fare 224 William Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough • Wind me a summer crown,' she said Wisest of sparrows that sparrow which sitteth alone 455 259 351 With all my will, but much against my heart With deep affection With fingers weary and worn 295 160 106 55 Yes in the sea of life enisl'd. With lifted feet, hands still With love exceeding a simple love of the things Within a budding grove. Ye have robb'd,' said he, 'ye have slaughter'd and made Ye who have scorn'd each other Yes, I will spend the livelong day You come not, as aforetime, to the headstone every day You love? That's high as you shall go 'You must give back,' her mother said |