Poems with rhymes of wend

Few daylong through its distance wend
With money to make or money to spend.

Micht not remeid, nor yit hir murning mend.
Ane lipper lady rais, and till hir wend,

But turn aside, as though some friend
Were waiting for my voice, and wend

And through this street who list might ride and wend;
Free was it, and unbarred at either end.

Led by some strong enchantment, might ascend
A magic ship, whose charmed sails should fly
With winds at will where’er our thoughts might wend,

Till your way you chose to wend
Yonder, to your tragic end.

And share their travellers' fortunes, friend with friend,
And yet are foreign in their thoughts the while,
Several, alone, save that one way they wend.

"Ye've many a league to wend."
The next doth bless the sleeping boy
From his mad father's end;

But not far did we wend,
When we saw Pippa pass
On the arm of a friend

And quyt brocht till ane end:
And nevir agane thereto, perfay,
Sall it be as thow wend;

Some wrong to right, some failure to befriend?
Leave me but these, I care not where I wend,

Strange sights and cities in their wanderings blend
With fields of yellow maize, and leagues away
With rivers where their sweeping waters wend

Take him up again and wend
Graveward, nor weep:
There's a trumpet that shall rend

Why should we care for storms that rave and rend,
Safe at our household hearth?
Unknowing whence we came, or where we wend,

Here most we miss the guide, the friend;
Back to the churchyard let me wend,

Enforcest her against her will, to wend
To Aladine, her mother's dearest friend.

And these-are these indeed the end,
This grinning skull, this heavy loam?
Do all green ways whereby we wend

Do tall white angels gaze and wend
Along the banks where lilies bend?

Of Browning's genius-which, when breezes rend
Fond clouds its lavish splendours glorify,
Made free of azure fields, its course shall wend

And close the door of sense; then satiate wend,
On poesy's transforming giant wing,
To worlds afar whose fruits all anguish mend.