=Wilderness.=

Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade.
2049
COWPER:  Task, Bk. ii., Line 1.

=Will.=

A weapon that comes down as still
  As snowflakes fall upon the sod;
But executes a freeman’s will,
  As lightning does the will of God.
2050
JOHN PIERPONT:  A Word from a Petitioner.

=Willow.=

A poore soule sat sighing under a sycamore tree;
  Oh, willow, willow, willow! 
With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee,
  Oh, willow, willow, willow!
2051
THOMAS PERCY:  Willow, Willow, Willow.

=Wind.=

What wind blew you hither, Pistol? 
Not the ill wind which blows none to good.
2052
SHAKS.:  2 Henry IV., Act v., Sc. 3.

The wind is rising; it seizes and shakes
The doors and window-blinds and makes
Mysterious moanings in the halls;
The convent-chimneys seem almost
The trumpets of some heavenly host,
Setting its watch upon our walls!
2053
LONGFELLOW:  Christus, Abbot Joachim.

A gentle wind of western birth,
From some far summer sea,
Wakes daisies in the wintry earth.
2054
GEORGE MACDONALD:  Songs of the Spring Days.

A melancholy sound is in the air,
A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail
Around my dwelling.  ’Tis the Wind of night.
2055
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT:  A Rain Dream.

=Windows.=

Rich windows that exclude the light,
  And passages that lead to nothing.
2056
GRAY:  A Long Story.

=Wine.=

Wine makes Love forget its care,
And mirth exalts a feast.
2057
PARNELL:  Anacreontic, “Gay Bacchus, etc.", St. 2.

And wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile. 2058 POPE:  Odyssey, Bk. xiv., Line 520.

=Wing.=

This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing
To waft me from distraction.
2059
BYRON:  Ch.  Harold, Canto iii., St. 85.

How at heaven’s gates she claps her wings,
The morne not waking til she sings.
2060
JOHN LYLY:  Cupid and Campaspe, Act v., Sc. 1

=Winter.=

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York.
2061
SHAKS.:  Richard III., Act i., Sc. 1.

See, Winter comes to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train,
Vapors, and clouds, and storms.
2062
THOMSON:  Seasons, Winter, Line 1.

But Winter has yet brighter scenes—­he boasts
Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows;
Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods
All flushed with many hues.
2063
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT:  A Winter Piece.

No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May. 2064 GOLDSMITH:  Traveller, Line 171.