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DEFINITIVE VERSE - 1940
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First Lines
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DV PAGE
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Absent-Minded Beggar, The
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WHEN you’ve
shouted “Rule Britannia,” when you’ve sung “God save the Queen,”
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459
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Advertisement, The
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WHETHER to wend
through straight streets strictly,
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678
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Akbar’s Bridge
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Jelaludin
Muhammed Akbar, Guardian
of Mankind,
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779
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Alnaschar and the Oxen
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THERE'S a
pasture in a valley where the hanging woods divide,
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759
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American, An
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IF the Led
Striker call it a strike,
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184
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American Rebellion, The
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'TWAS NOT while
England's
sword unsheathed
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726
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Anchor Song
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HEH! Walk her
round. Heave, ah heave her short again!
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111
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“Angutivaun Taina”
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OUR gloves are
stiff with the frozen blood,
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667
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Answer, The
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A ROSE, in
tatters on the garden path,
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373
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Anvil, The
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ENGLAND'S on the anvil - hear the hammers ring
-
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713
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Appeal, The
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IF I have given
you delight
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827
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Arithmetic on the Frontier
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A GREAT and
glorious thing it is
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45
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Army Headquarters
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AHASUERUS
JENKINS of the “Operatic Own,”
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5
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Arterial
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FROST upon
small rain—the ebony-lacquered avenue
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677
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“As the Bell Clinks”
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AS I left the
Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely
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52
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Astrologer’s Song, An
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To the Heavens
above us
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590
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At His Execution
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I am made all
things to all men -
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781
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Ave Imperatrix!
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FROM every
quarter of your land
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169
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Azrael’s Count
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LO! the Wild
Cow of the Desert, her yeanling estrayed from her—
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789
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“Back to the Army Again”
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I’M ’ere in a ticky ulster an’ a broken
billycock ’at,
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430
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Ballad of Boh Da Thone, The
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This is the
ballad of Boh Da Thone,
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255
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Ballad of East and West, The
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OH, EAST is
East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
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234
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Ballad of Fisher’s Boarding-House, The
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That night,
when through the mooring-chains
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40
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Ballad of Minepit Shaw,
The
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About the time
that taverns shut
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660
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Ballad of the “Bolivar”, The
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SEVEN men
from all the world, back to Docks again,
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137
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Ballad of the Cars, The
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“NOW this is
the price of a stirrup-cup,”
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687
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Ballad of the “Clampherdown”,
The
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IT WAS our
war-ship Clampherdown
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138
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Ballad of the King’s Jest, The
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WHEN
spring-time flushes the desert grass,
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247
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Ballad of the King’s Mercy, The
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Abdhur Rahman, the Durani
Chief, of him is the story told.
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243
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Ballad of the Red Earl, The
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RED EARL, and
will ye take for guide
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230
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Ballade of Burial, A
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ER-HEB
beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai
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31
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Ballade of Jakko Hill, A
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ONE moment bid
the horses wait,
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50
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‘Banquet Night’
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"ONCE in
so often," King Solomon said,
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750
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Bee Boy’s Song, The
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BEES! BEES!
Hark to your bees!
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593
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Bees and the Flies, The
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A FARMER of the
Augustan Age
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543
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“Before a Midnight Breaks in Storm”
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BEFORE a
midnight breaks in storm,
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293
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Beginner, The
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LO! What is
this that I make—sudden, supreme, unrehearsed—
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684
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Beginnings, The
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IT WAS not part
of their blood,
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673
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Bell Buoy, The
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THEY christened
my brother of old—
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294
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Bells and Queen Victoria, The
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“GAY go up
and gay go down
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731
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Belts
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THERE was a row
in Silver Street
that’s near to Dublin Quay,
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424
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Benefactors, The
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AH! What
avails the classic bent
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340
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Betrothed, The
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OPEN the old
cigar-box, get me a Cuba
stout,
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47
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Big Steamers
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OH, WHERE are
you going to, all you Big Steamers,
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728
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Bill ’Awkins
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“’AS ANYBODY
seen Bill ’Awkins?”
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444
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“Birds of Prey” March
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MARCH! The mud
is cakin’ good about our trousies.
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432
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Birthright, The
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THE miracle
of our land’s speech—so known
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761
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Blue Roses
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ROSES red and
roses white
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633
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"Bobs"
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THERE’S a
little red-faced man,
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395
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Bonfires, The
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WE KNOW the
Rocket’s upward whizz;
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350
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Boots
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WE’RE
foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin’ over Africa
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473
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Bother, The
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HASTILY Adam
our driver swallowed a curse in the darkness—
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685
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Boy Scouts’ Patrol Song, A
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THESE are our
regulations—
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273
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Braggart, The
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PETROLIO,
vaunting his Mercedes’ power,
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680
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Bridge-Guard in the Karroo
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SUDDEN the
desert changes,
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205
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British-Roman Song, A
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MY FATHER’S
father saw it not,
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547
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Broken Men, The
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FOR things we
never mention,
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96
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Brookland Road
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I WAS very well
pleased with what I knowed,
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491
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“Brown Bess”
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IN THE days of
lace-ruffles, perukes and brocade
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724
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Buddha at Kamakura
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O YE who tread
the Narrow Way
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92
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Burden, The
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ONE grief on me
is laid
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766
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Burial, The
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WHEN that great
Kings return to clay,
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209
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Butterflies
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EYES aloft,
over dangerous places;
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634
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“By the Hoof of the Wild Goat”
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BY THE Hoof of
the Wild Goat uptossed
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629
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Cain and Abel
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CAIN and Abel
were brothers born.
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580
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Captive, The
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NOT with an
outcry to Allah nor any complaining
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532
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Carmen Circulare
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DELLIUS, that
car which, night and day,
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677
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Carol, A
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OUR Lord Who
did the Ox command
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510
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Cells
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I’VE a head
like a concertina: I’ve a tongue like a button-stick:
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404
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Centaurs, The
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UP came the
young Centaur-colts from the plains they were fathered in—
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752
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Certain Maxims of Hafiz
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IF IT be
pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai,
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60
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Changelings, The
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OR EVER the
battered liners sank
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749
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Chant-Pagan
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ME THAT ’ave been what I’ve been—
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461
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Chapter Headings (Beast and Man in India)
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THEY killed a
child to please the Gods
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566
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Chapter
Headings (The Day's Work)
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WE NOW, held in
captivity,
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570
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Chapter Headings (Fringes of the Fleet - 1914-18)
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Farewell and
adieu to you, Harwich Ladies,
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571
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Chapter Headings (The Jungle Books)
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NOW Chil the Kite brings home the night
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642
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Chapter Headings (Kim)
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UNTO whose use
the pregnant suns are poised,
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569
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Chapter Headings (Life’s Handicap)
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THE DOORS were
wide, the story saith,
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568
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Chapter Headings (The Light That Failed)
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SO WE settled
it all when the storm was done
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540
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Chapter Headings (Many Inventions)
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’LESS you want
your toes trod off you’d better get back at once,
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570
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Chapter Headings (The Naulahka)
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THERE was a
strife ’twixt man and maid
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536
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Chapter Headings (Plain Tales from the Hills)
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LOOK, you have
cast out Love! What Gods are these
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503
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Charm, A
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TAKE of English
earth as much
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500
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Chartres Windows
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COLOUR fulfils
where Music has no power:
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803
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Chil’s Song
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THESE were my
companions going forth by night—
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532
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Child’s Garden, A
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NOW there is
nothing wrong with me
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689
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Children, The
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THESE were our
children who died for our lands: they were dear in our sight.
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522
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Children’s Song, The
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LAND of our
Birth, we pledge to thee
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573
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Choice, The
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TO the Judge
of Right and Wrong
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186
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Cholera Camp
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WE’VE got the cholerer in camp—it’s worse than forty fights;
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440
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Christmas in India
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DIM dawn behind
the tamerisks—the sky is saffron-yellow—
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54
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“Cities and Thrones And Powers”
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CITIES and
Thrones and Powers,
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487
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“City of Brass The”
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IN A land
that the sand overlays—the ways to her gates are untrod—
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315
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City of Sleep, The
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OVER the edge
of the purple down,
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611
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“Cleared”
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HELP for a
patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt,
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227
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Clerks and the Bells, The
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THE merry
clerks of Oxenford they stretch themselves at ease
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798
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Coastwise Lights, The
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OUR brows are
bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees;
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171
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Code of Morals, A
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NOW Jones had
left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order,
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12
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Coiner, The
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AGAINST the
Bermudas we foundered, whereby
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778
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Cold Iron
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GOLD is for
the mistress—silver for the maid—
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508
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Columns
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OUT o’ the
wilderness, dusty an’ dry
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466
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Comforters, The
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UNTIL thy feet
have trod the Road
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615
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Consolations of Memory, The
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BLESSÈD was our
first age and morning-time. Then were no waies tarren, ne no cars
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679
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Contradictions
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THE DROWSY
carrier sways
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683
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Conundrum of the Workshops, The
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WHEN the flush
of a new-born sun fell first on Eden’s
green and gold,
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336
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Counting-out Song, A
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WHAT is the
song the children sing
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744
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Covenant, The
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WE thought we
ranked above the chance of ill.
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320
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Craftsman, The
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ONCE, after
long-drawn revel at The Mermaid.
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348
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Cruisers
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AS OUR mother
the Frigate, bepainted and fine,
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141
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Cuckoo Song
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TELL it to the
locked-up trees,
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499
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Curé, The
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LONG years ago,
ere R—lls or R—ce
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785
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Dane-geld
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IT IS always a
temptation to an armed and agile nation,
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712
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Danny Deever
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“WHAT are the
bugles blowin’ for?” said Files-on-Parade.
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397
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Darzee’s Chaunt
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SINGER and tailor am I—
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670
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Dawn Wind, The
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AT TWO o’clock
in the morning, if you open your window and listen,
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717
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Dead King, The
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WHO in the
Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear ?
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224
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Death-bed, A
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“THIS is the
State above the Law.
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286
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Declaration of London, The
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WE were all one
heart and one race
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307
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Dedication from “Barrack Room Ballads”
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BEYOND the path
of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled—
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83
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Dedication - To "Soldiers Three"
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AND they were
stronger hands than mine
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637
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Deep-Sea Cables, The
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THE WRECKS
dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar—
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174
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Delilah
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DELILAH
ABERYSWITH was a lady—not too young—
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7
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Departure, A
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SINCE first the
White Horse Banner blew free,
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742
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Derelict, The
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I WAS the
staunchest of our fleet
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149
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Destroyers, The
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THE STRENGTH
of twice three thousand horse
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143
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Dinah in Heaven
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SHE did not
know that she was dead,
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771
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Dirge of Dead Sisters
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WHO recalls the
twilight and the rangèd tents in order
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218
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Disciple, The
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HE that hath a
Gospel,
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774
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Divided Destinies
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It was an
artless Bandar, and he danced upon a pine,
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34
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Doctors
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MAN dies too
soon, beside his works half-planned.
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565
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Dove of Dacca, The
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THE FREED dove
flew to the Rajah’s tower—
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254
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Dutch in the Medway, The
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IF WARS were
won by feasting,
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723
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Dying Chauffeur, The
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WHEEL me gently
to the garage, since my car and I must part—
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686
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Dykes, The
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WE HAVE no
heart for the fishing, we have no hand for the oar—
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305
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’Eathen, The
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THE ’EATHEN in
’is blindness bows down to wood an’ stone;
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451
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Eddi’s Service
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EDDI, priest of
St. Wilfrid
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513
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Edgehill Fight
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NAKED and grey
the Cotswolds stand
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722
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Egg-Shell, The
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THE WIND took
off with the sunset—
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646
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En-Dor
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THE road to En-dor is easy to tread
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366
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England’s Answer
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TRULY ye come
of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban;
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178
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English Flag, The
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WINDS of the
World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro—
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221
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English Way, The
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AFTER the fight
at Otterburn,
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822
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Epitaphs of the War
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A. “I was a
Have.” B. “I was a ‘have-not.’”
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386
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Et Dona Ferentes
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IN EXTENDED
observation of the ways and works of man,
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287
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Evarra and His Gods
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This is the
story of Evarra—man—
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338
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Exiles’ Line, The
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NOW the new
year reviving old desires,
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163
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Expert, The
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YOUTH that
trafficked long with Death,
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784
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Explanation, The
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LOVE and Death
once ceased their strife
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371
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Explorer, The
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“THERE’S no
sense in going further—it’s the edge of cultivation,”
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103
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Fabulists, The
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WHEN all the
world would keep a matter hid,
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545
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Fairies’ Siege, The
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I HAVE been
given my charge to keep—
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520
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Fall of Jock Gillespie, The
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THIS fell when
dinner-time was done—
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64
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Fastness
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THIS is the end
whereto men toiled
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683
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Feet of the Young Men, The
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NOW the
Four-way Lodge is opened, now the Hunting Winds are loose—
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270
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Female of the Species, The
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WHEN the
Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
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367
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Files, The
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FILES—
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351
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Fires, The
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MEN make them
fires on the hearth
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82
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First Chantey, The
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MINE was the
woman to me, darkling I found her;
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159
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Flight, The
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WHEN the grey
geese heard the Fool’s tread
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562
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Floods, The
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THE RAIN it
rains without a stay
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498
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Flowers, The
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BUY my
English posies!
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190
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“Follow Me ’Ome“
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THERE was no
one like ’im, ’Orse or
Foot,
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446
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“For All We Have and Are”
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FOR all we have
and are,
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329
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"For to Admire"
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THE Injian
Ocean sets an’ smiles
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457
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Ford o’ Kabul River
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KABUL town’s by Kabul
river—
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423
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Four Angels, The
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AS ADAM lay
a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree
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672
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Four-Feet
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I have done
mostly what most men do,
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773
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Four Points, The
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ERE stopping or
turning, to put foorth a hande
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679
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Fox-Hunting
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WHEN Samson set
my brush afire
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819
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France
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BROKE to
every known mischance, lifted over all
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291
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Frankie’s Trade
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OLD Horn to All
Atlantic said:
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663
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French Wars, The
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THE BOATS of
Newhaven and Folkestone and Dover
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727
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Friends, The
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I HAD some
friends—but I dreamed that they were dead—
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808
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“Fuzzy-Wuzzy”
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WE’VE fought
with many men acrost the seas,
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400
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Galley-Slave, The
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OH GALLANT was
our galley from her carven steering-wheel
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73
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Gallio’s Song
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ALL day long to
the judgment-seat
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542
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Gehazi
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“WHENCE comest thou, Gehazi,
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242
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General Joubert
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WITH those that
bred, with those that loosed the strife,
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242
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General Summary, A
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WE ARE very
slightly changed
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4
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Gentlemen-Rankers
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TO THE legion
of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,
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424
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Gertrude’s Prayer
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THAT which is
marred at birth Time shall not mend,
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771
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Gethsemane
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THE Garden
called Gethsemane
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98
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Giffen’s Debt
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IMPRIMIS he was
“broke.” Thereafter left
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78
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Gift of the Sea, The
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THE dead child
lay in the shroud,
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374
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Gipsy Trail, The
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THE WHITE moth
to the closing bine,
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181
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Gipsy Vans
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UNLESS you come
of the gipsy stock
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760
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Glories, The
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IN FAITHS and
Food and Books and Friends
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813
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Glory of the Garden, The
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OUR England is a
garden that is full of stately views,
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732
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Gods of the Copybook Headings, The
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AS I pass
through my incarnations in every age and race,
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793
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Gow’s Watch, Acts
II.,IV.,V.
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FERDINAND.
Your tiercel’s too long at hack, Sir. He’s no eyass
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617
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Grave of the Hundred Head, The
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THERE’S a
widow in sleepy Chester
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56
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Great-Heart
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CONCERNING
brave Captains
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577
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Greek National Anthem, The
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WE KNEW thee of
old,
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93
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Gunga Din
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YOU may talk o’
gin and beer
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406
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Hadramauti
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WHO knows the
heart of the Christian? How does he reason?
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535
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Half-Ballade of Waterval
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WHEN by the labour of my ’ands
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478
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Harp Song of the Dane Women
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WHAT is a woman
that you forsake her,
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528
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“Helen All Alone”
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THERE was
darkness under Heaven
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612
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Heriot’s Ford
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“WHAT’S that
that hirples at my side?”
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662
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Heritage, The
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OUR Fathers in
a wondrous age,
|
565
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"His Apologies"
|
MASTER, this is
Thy Servant. He is rising eight weeks old.
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816
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Holy War, The
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TINKER out
of Bedford,
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289
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Hour of the Angel, The
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SOONER or
late—in earnest or in jest—
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740
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Houses, The
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’TWIXT my house
and thy house the pathway is broad,
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179
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Hunting-Song of the Seeonee
Pack
|
AS THE dawn was
breaking the Sambhur belled—
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667
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Hyænas, The
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AFTER the
burial-parties leave
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318
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Hymn before Action
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THE EARTH is
full of anger,
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325
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Hymn of Breaking Strain
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THE CAREFUL
text-books measure
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384
|
|
Hymn of the Triumphant Airman
|
OH, LONG had we
paltered
|
817
|
|
Hymn to Physical Pain
|
DREAD Mother of
Forgetfulness
|
787
|
|
Idiot Boy, The
|
HE WANDERED
down the mountain grade
|
682
|
|
If —
|
IF YOU can keep
your head when all about you
|
576
|
|
Imperial Rescript, An
|
NOW this is the
tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed,
|
284
|
|
In Springtime
|
MY GARDEN
blazes brightly with the rose-bush and the peach,
|
78
|
|
In the Matter of One Compass
|
WHEN, foot to
wheel and back to wind,
|
168
|
|
In The Neolithic Age
|
IN THE
Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage
|
342
|
|
Instructor, The
|
AT TIMES when
under cover I ’ave said,
|
472
|
|
Inventor, The
|
TIME and Space
decreed his lot,
|
686
|
|
Irish Guards, The
|
WE’RE not so
old in the Army List,
|
196
|
|
Islanders, The
|
NO DOUBT but
ye are the People—your throne is above the King’s.
|
301
|
|
Jacket, The
|
THROUGH the
Plagues of Egyp’ we was chasin’
Arabi,
|
449
|
|
James I
|
THE CHILD of
Mary Queen of Scots,
|
721
|
|
Jane’s Marriage
|
JANE went to Paradise:
|
757
|
|
Jester, The
|
THERE are three
degrees of bliss
|
584
|
|
Jobson’s Amen
|
“BLESSED be the
English and all their ways and works.
|
502
|
|
Jubal and Tubal Cain
|
JUBAL sang of
the Wrath of God
|
554
|
|
Juggler’s Song, The
|
WHEN the drums
begin to beat
|
664
|
|
Junk and the Dhow, The
|
ONCE a pair of
savages found a stranded tree.
|
738
|
|
Just-So
Verses
|
WHEN the cabin
port-holes are dark and green
|
604
|
|
Justice
|
ACROSS a
world where all men grieve
|
393
|
|
Justice’s Tale, The
|
WITH them there
rode a lustie Engineere
|
678
|
|
King, The
|
“FAREWELL,
Romance!” the Cave-men said;
|
376
|
|
King and the Sea, The
|
AFTER His
Realms and States were moved
|
825
|
|
King Henry VII. and the Shipwrights
|
HARRY, our King
in England, from London town is gone,
|
657
|
|
King’s Job, The
|
ONCE on a time
was a King anxious to understand
|
718
|
|
King’s Pilgrimage, The
|
OUR KING went
forth on pilgrimage
|
805
|
|
King’s Task, The
|
AFTER the sack
of the City when Rome
was sunk to a name
|
648
|
|
Kingdom, The
|
NOW we are come
to our Kingdom,
|
494
|
|
Kitchener’s School
|
OH HUBSHEE,
carry your shoes in your hand and bow your head on your breast!
|
202
|
|
La Nuit Blanche
|
I HAD seen, as
the dawn was breaking
|
28
|
|
Ladies, The
|
I’VE taken my
fun where I’ve found it;
|
442
|
|
Lady Geraldine’s Hardship
|
I TURNED—Heaven
knows we women turn too much
|
684
|
|
Lament of the Border Cattle Thief, The
|
O WOE is me for
the merry life
|
268
|
|
Land, The
|
WHEN Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald,
|
601
|
|
Landau, The
|
THERE was a
landau deep and wide,
|
682
|
|
Last Chantey, The
|
THUS said The
Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim
|
160
|
|
Last Department, The
|
“NONE whole or
clean,” we cry, “or free from stain
|
21
|
|
Last Lap, The
|
HOW do we know,
by the bank-high river,
|
741
|
|
Last
Ode, The
|
AS WATCHERS
couched beneath a Bantine oak,
|
765
|
|
Last of the Light Brigade, The
|
THERE were
thirty million English who talked of England’s might,
|
200
|
|
Last Rhyme of True Thomas, The
|
THE KING has
called for priest and cup,
|
377
|
|
Last Suttee, The
|
UDAI CHAND lay
sick to death
|
238
|
|
"Late Came the God"
|
LATE came the
God, having sent his forerunners who were not regarded—
|
753
|
|
Law of the Jungle, The
|
NOW this is the
Law of the Jungle—as old and as true as the sky;
|
558
|
|
Legend of Mirth, The
|
THE FOUR
Archangels, so the legends tell,
|
516
|
|
Legend of the Foreign Office, A
|
RUSTUM BEG of Kolazai—slightly backward Native State—
|
8
|
|
Legend of Truth, A
|
ONCE on a time,
the ancient legends tell,
|
762
|
|
Legends of Evil, The
|
THIS is the
sorrowful story
|
354
|
|
L’Envoi to "Departmental Ditties"
|
THE SMOKE upon your Altar
dies,
|
81
|
|
Lesson, The
|
LET us admit
it fairly, as a business people should,
|
299
|
|
Lichtenberg
|
SMELLS are
surer than sounds or sights
|
476
|
|
Liner She’s a Lady, The
|
THE LINER she’s
a lady, an’ she never looks nor ’eeds—
|
158
|
|
Lollius
|
WHY gird at Lollius if he care
|
800
|
|
London Stone
|
WHEN you come
to London Town,
|
804
|
|
Long Trail, The
|
THERE’S a
whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield,
|
165
|
|
Looking-Glass, The
|
QUEEN Bess
was Harry’s daughter. Stand forward partners all!
|
609
|
|
Loot
|
IF YOU’VE ever
stole a pheasant-egg be’ind the keeper’s back,
|
410
|
|
Lord Roberts
|
HE passed in
the very battle-smoke
|
204
|
|
Lost Legion, The
|
THERE’S a
Legion that never was ’listed,
|
195
|
|
Love Song of Har Dyal, The
|
ALONE upon the
housetops to the North
|
637
|
|
Lovers’ Litany, The
|
EYES of grey—a
sodden quay,
|
30
|
|
Lowestoft Boat, The
|
IN LOWESTOFT a boat was laid,
|
653
|
|
“Lukannon”
|
I MET my mates
in the morning (and oh, but I am old!)
|
589
|
|
McAndrew’s Hymn
|
LORD, Thou hast
made this world below the shadow of a dream,
|
120
|
|
MacDonough’s Song
|
WHETHER the
State can loose and bind
|
561
|
|
Man Who Could Write, The
|
BOANERGES
BLITZEN, servant of the Queen,
|
17
|
|
Mandalay
|
BY the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin’
eastward to the sea,
|
418
|
|
Mare’s Nest, The
|
JANE AUSTEN BEECHER STOWE DE ROUSE
|
39
|
|
Marrèd Drives of
Windsor, The
|
Here’s all at
an end between us, or I’ll never taste sack again.
|
691
|
|
Married Man, The
|
THE BACHELOR ’e
fights for one
|
474
|
|
“Mary Gloster”, The
|
I’VE paid for
your sickest fancies; I’ve humoured your crackedest
whim—
|
129
|
|
“Mary, Pity Women!”
|
YOU call
yourself a man,
|
455
|
|
Mary’s Son
|
IF YOU stop to
find out what your wages will be
|
373
|
|
Masque of Plenty, The
|
“HOW sweet is
the shepherd’s sweet life!
|
35
|
|
Master-Cook, The
|
WITH us there rade a Maister-Cook that came
|
739
|
|
Memories
|
THOUGH all the
Dead were all forgot
|
821
|
|
“The Men That Fought at Minden”
|
THE men that
fought at Minden,
they was rookies in their time—
|
438
|
|
Merchantmen, The
|
KING SOLOMON
drew merchantmen,
|
151
|
|
Merrow Down
|
THERE runs a
road by Merrow Down—
|
597
|
|
Mesopotamia
|
THEY shall not
return to us, the resolute, the young
|
300
|
|
M.I.
|
I WISH my
mother could see me now, with a fence-post under my arm,
|
463
|
|
Mine Sweepers
|
DAWN off the
Foreland—the young flood making
|
631
|
|
Miracles, The
|
I SENT a
message to my dear—
|
88
|
|
Moon of Other Days, The
|
BENEATH the
deep veranda’s shade,
|
63
|
|
Moral, The
|
YOU mustn’t
groom an Arab with a file.
|
690
|
|
Morning Song in the Jungle
|
ONE moment past
our bodies cast
|
632
|
|
Mother o’ Mine
|
IF I were
hanged on the highest hill,
|
638
|
|
Mother-Lodge, The
|
THERE was
Rundle, Station Master,
|
444
|
|
Mother’s Son, The
|
I HAVE a
dream—a dreadful dream—
|
777
|
|
Mowgli’s Song Against People
|
I WILL let
loose against you the fleet-footed vines -
|
640
|
|
Mulholland’s Contract
|
THE FEAR was on
the cattle, for the gale was on the sea,
|
127
|
|
Municipal
|
IT WAS an
August evening and, in snowy garments clad,
|
20
|
|
My Boy Jack
|
“HAVE you news
of my boy Jack?”
|
216
|
|
My Father’s Chair
|
THERE are four
good legs to my Father’s Chair—
|
716
|
|
My Lady’s Law
|
THE Law whereby
my lady moves
|
635
|
|
“My New-Cut Ashlar”
|
MY NEW-CUT ashlar takes the light
|
511
|
|
My Rival
|
I GO to
concert, party, ball—
|
22
|
|
Naaman’s Song
|
‘GO, wash
thyself in Jordan—go,
wash thee and be clean!'
|
776
|
|
Native-Born, The
|
WE’VE
drunk to the Queen—God bless her!—
|
192
|
|
Nativity, A
|
THE Babe was laid in the Manger
|
217
|
|
Natural Theology
|
I ATE my fill
of a whale that died
|
343
|
|
Necessitarian, The
|
I KNOW not in
Whose hands are laid
|
582
|
|
Neighbours
|
THE MAN that is
open of heart to his neighbour,
|
784
|
|
New Knighthood, The
|
WHO gives him
the Bath?
|
524
|
|
“Non Nobis Domine!”
|
NON nobis Domine!—
|
512
|
|
Norman and Saxon
|
“MY SON,” said
the Norman Baron, “I am dying, and you will be heir
|
714
|
|
North Sea Patrol, The
|
WHERE the East
wind is brewed fresh and fresh every morning,
|
665
|
|
Nurses, The
|
WHEN, with a
pain he desires to explain to the multitude, Baby
|
743
|
|
Nursing Sister, The
|
OUR sister sayeth such and such,
|
636
|
|
Ode (Melbourne Shrine Of Remembrance)
|
SO LONG as
memory, valour, and faith endure,
|
189
|
|
Old Issue, The
|
“HERE is
nothing new nor aught unproven,” say the Trumpets,
|
296
|
|
Old Men, The
|
THIS is our
lot if we live so long and labour unto the end—
|
321
|
|
Old Mother Laidinwool
|
OLD Mother Laidinwool had nigh twelve months been dead.
|
599
|
|
Old Song, An
|
SO LONG as ’neath the Kalka hills
|
58
|
|
Oldest Song, The
|
“THESE were
never your true love’s eyes.
|
158
|
|
One Viceroy Resigns
|
SO HERE’S your
Empire. No more wine, then? Good.
|
69
|
|
Only Son, The
|
SHE dropped the
bar, she shot the bolt, she fed the fire anew,
|
639
|
|
Oonts
|
WOT makes the
soldier’s ’eart to penk, wot makes ’im to perspire?
|
408
|
|
Open Door, The
|
ENGLAND is a cosy little country,
|
811
|
|
“Our Fathers Also”
|
THRONES,
Powers, Dominions, Peoples, Kings.
|
546
|
|
“Our Fathers of Old”
|
EXCELLENT herbs
had our fathers of old—
|
563
|
|
Our Lady of the Sackcloth
|
THERE was a
Priest at Philæ,
|
514
|
|
Our Lady of the Snows
|
A NATION spoke
to a Nation,
|
182
|
|
Outlaws, The
|
THROUGH learned
and laborious years
|
322
|
|
Outsong in the Jungle
|
FOR the sake of
him who showed
|
526
|
|
Overland Mail, The
|
IN THE name of
the Empress of India, make way,
|
33
|
|
Pageant of Elizabeth, A
|
LIKE Princes
crowned they bore them—
|
611
|
|
Pagett, M.P.
|
PAGETT, M.P.,
was a liar, and a fluent liar therewith—
|
26
|
|
Palace, The
|
WHEN I was King
and a Mason—a Master proven and skilled—
|
385
|
|
Pan in Vermont
|
IT’S forty in
the shade to-day the spouting eaves declare;
|
356
|
|
Parade-Song of the Camp-Animals
|
We lent to
Alexander the strength of Hercules,
|
574
|
|
Parting of the Columns, The
|
WE’VE rode and
fought and ate and drunk as rations come to hand
|
468
|
|
Peace of Dives, The
|
THE WORD came
down to Dives in Torment where he lay:
|
278
|
|
Penalty, The
|
ONCE in life I
watched a Star;
|
788
|
|
Pharaoh and the Sergeant
|
SAID England unto
Pharaoh, “I must make a man of you,
|
198
|
|
Philadelphia
|
IF YOU’RE off
to Philadelphia
in the morning,
|
585
|
|
Pict Song, A
|
ROME never looks where she treads.
|
548
|
|
Piet
|
I DO not love
my Empire’s foes,
|
479
|
|
Pilgrim’s Way, A
|
I DO not look
for holy saints to guide me on my way,
|
371
|
|
Pink Dominoes
|
JENNY and Me
were engaged, you see.,
|
18
|
|
Pirates in England, The
|
WHEN Rome was rotten-ripe to
her fall,
|
711
|
|
Playmate, The
|
SHE is not
Folly—that I know.
|
775
|
|
Plea of the Simla
Dancers, The
|
“WHAT have we
ever done to bear this grudge?”
|
51
|
|
“Poison of Asps”
|
“POISON of asps
is under our lips”?
|
811
|
|
“Poor Honest Men”
|
YOUR jar of Virginny
|
551
|
|
Portent, The
|
OH, late
withdrawn from human-kind
|
758
|
|
Poseidon’s Law
|
WHEN the robust
and Brass-bound Man commissioned first for sea
|
651
|
|
Possibilities
|
AY, LAY him ’neath the Simla pine—
|
43
|
|
Post That Fitted,The
|
ERE the steamer
bore him Eastward, Sleary was engaged to marry
|
11
|
|
“Power of the Dog, The”
|
THERE is sorrow
enough in the natural way
|
591
|
|
Prairie, The
|
I SEE the grass
shake in the sun for leagues on either hand,
|
501
|
|
Prayer, The
|
MY BROTHER
kneels, so saith Kabir,
|
673
|
|
Prayer of Miriam Cohen, The
|
FROM the wheel
and the drift of Things
|
614
|
|
Preface to Land & Sea Tales
|
TO ALL to whom
this little book may come—
|
737
|
|
Prelude to "Departmental Ditties"
|
I HAVE eaten
your bread and salt,
|
3
|
|
Press, The
|
THE SOLDIER may
forget his Sword,
|
534
|
|
Private Ortheris’s Song
|
MY GIRL she
give me the go onest,
|
427
|
|
Pro-Consuls, The
|
THE
OVERFAITHFUL sword returns the user
|
107
|
|
Prodigal Son, The
|
HERE come I to
my own again,
|
579
|
|
Progress of the Spark, The
|
THIS SPARK now
set, retarded, yet forbears
|
680
|
|
Prophets at Home
|
PROPHETS have
honour all over the Earth,
|
554
|
|
Public Waste
|
BY THE Laws of
the Family Circle ’tis written in letters of brass
|
14
|
|
Puck’s Song
|
SEE you the
ferny ride that steals
|
488
|
|
Puzzler, The
|
THE Celt in all
his variants from Builth to Bally-hoo,
|
533
|
|
Queen’s Men, The
|
VALOUR and
Innocence
|
610
|
|
Quest, The
|
THE KNIGHT came
home from the quest,
|
521
|
|
Question, The
|
BRETHREN, how
shall it fare with me
|
327
|
|
Rabbi’s Song, The
|
IF THOUGHT can
reach to Heaven,
|
592
|
|
Rahere
|
RAHERE, King
Henry’s jester, feared by all the Norman Lords
|
754
|
|
Rebirth
|
IF ANY God
should say
|
583
|
|
Recall, The
|
I AM the land
of their fathers.
|
487
|
|
Recantation, A
|
WHAT boots
it on the Gods to call?
|
369
|
|
Recessional
|
GOD of our
fathers, known of old,
|
328
|
|
Rector’s Memory, A
|
THE GODS that
are wiser than Learning
|
799
|
|
Reeds of Runnymede, The
|
AT RUNNYMEDE,
at Runnymede,
|
715
|
|
Reformers, The
|
NOT in the
camp his victory lies
|
319
|
|
Return, The
|
PEACE is
declared, an’ I return
|
485
|
|
Return of the Children, The
|
NEITHER the
harps nor the crowns amused, nor the cherubs’ dove-winged races—
|
596
|
|
Rhodes Memorial, Table Mountain
|
AS THO’
again—yea, even once again,
|
210
|
|
Rhyme of the Three Captains, The
|
. . . AT THE
close of a winter day,
|
332
|
|
Rhyme of the Three Sealers, The
|
AWAY by the
lands of the Japanee
|
113
|
|
“Rimini”
|
WHEN I left Rome for Lalage’s sake
|
550
|
|
Rimmon
|
DULY with knees
that feign to quake—
|
312
|
|
Ripple Song, A
|
Once red ripple
came to land
|
634
|
|
River’s Tale, The
|
Twenty
bridges from Tower to Kew—
|
709
|
|
Road-Song of the Bandar-Log
|
HERE we go in a
flung festoon,
|
544
|
|
Roman Centurion’s Song, The
|
LEGATE, I had
the news last night—my cohort ordered home
|
710
|
|
Romulus and Remus
|
OH, LITTLE did
the Wolf-Child care—
|
641
|
|
Route Marchin’
|
WE’RE marchin’ on relief over Injia’s
sunny plains,
|
426
|
|
Rowers, The
|
THE BANKED oars
fell an hundred strong,
|
282
|
|
Run of the Downs, The
|
THE Weald is
good, the Downs are best—
|
491
|
|
Runes on Weland’s Sword,
The
|
A SMITH makes
me
|
669
|
|
Runners, The
|
News!
|
109
|
|
Rupaiyat of Omar Kal’vin, The
|
NOW the New
Year, reviving last Year’s Debt,
|
25
|
|
Russia to the Pacifists
|
GOD rest you,
peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay,
|
277
|
|
Sack of the Gods, The
|
STRANGERS drawn
from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed were we;
|
493
|
|
Sacrifice of Er-Heb, The
|
ER-HEB
beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai
|
263
|
|
St. Helena Lullaby, A
|
“HOW far is St. Helena from a little child at play?”
|
530
|
|
Samuel Pepys
|
LIKE as the Oak
whose roots descend
|
349
|
|
Sappers
|
WHEN the Waters
were dried an’ the Earth did appear,
|
435
|
|
Scholars, The
|
“OH, SHOW me
how a rose can shut and be a bud again!”
|
795
|
|
School Song, A
|
“LET us now
praise famous men”—
|
556
|
|
Screw-Guns
|
SMOKIN’ my pipe
on the mountings, sniffin’ the mornin’
cool,
|
403
|
|
Sea and the Hills, The
|
WHO hath
desired the Sea?—the sight of salt water unbounded—
|
110
|
|
Sea-Wife, The
|
THERE dwells a
wife by the Northern Gate,
|
94
|
|
Second Voyage, The
|
WEVE sent our
little Cupids all ashore—
|
156
|
|
Secret of the Machines, The
|
WE WERE taken
from the ore-bed and the mine,
|
729
|
|
Sepulchral
|
SWIFTER than
aught ’neath the sun the car of Simonides
moved him.
|
677
|
|
Sergeant’s Weddin’, The
|
’E WAS warned agin’ ’er—
|
447
|
|
“Servant When He Reigneth,
A”
|
THREE things
make earth unquiet
|
560
|
|
“Service Man, The”
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“TOMMY” you
was when it began,
|
458
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|
Sestina of the Tramp-Royal
|
SPEAKIN’ in
general, I ’ave tried ’em
all—
|
87
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|
Settler, The
|
HERE, where my
fresh-turned furrows run,
|
212
|
|
Seven Watchmen
|
SEVEN Watchmen
sitting in a tower,
|
394
|
|
Shillin’ a Day
|
MY name is O’Kelly, I’ve heard the Revelly
|
429
|
|
Shiv and the Grasshopper
|
SHIV, who
poured the harvest and made the winds to blow,
|
519
|
|
Shut-Eye Sentry, The
|
SEZ the Junior
Orderly Sergeant
|
453
|
|
Sir Richard’s Song
|
I FOLLOWED my
Duke ere I was a lover
|
495
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Smuggler’s Song, A
|
IF YOU wake at
midnight, and hear a horse’s feet,
|
655
|
|
“Snarleyow”
|
THIS ’appened in a battle to a batt’ry
of the corps
|
412
|
|
“Soldier an’ Sailor Too”
|
AS I was spittin’ into the Ditch aboard o’ the Crocodile,
|
433
|
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Soldier, Soldier
|
“SOLDIER,
soldier come from the wars,
|
401
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Song at Cock-Crow, A
|
THE FIRST time
that Peter deniéd his Lord
|
326
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|
Song in Storm, A
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BE WELL assured
that on our side
|
148
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Song in the Desert, A
|
FRIEND, thou
beholdest the lightning? Who has the charge of it—
|
807
|
|
Song of Bananas, A
|
HAVE you no
Bananas, simple townsmen all?
|
809
|
|
Song of Diego Valdez, The
|
THE GOD of Fair
Beginnings
|
153
|
|
Song of French Roads, A
|
NOW praise the
Gods of Time and Chance
|
801
|
|
Song of Kabir, A
|
OH, LIGHT was
the world that he weighed in his hands!
|
510
|
|
Song of Seven Cities, The
|
I WAS Lord of
Cities very sumptuously builded.
|
594
|
|
Song of Seventy Horses
|
ONCE again
the Steamer at Calais—the
tackles
|
786
|
|
Song of the Banjo, The
|
YOU couldn’t
pack a Broadwood half a mile—
|
98
|
|
Song of the Cities, The
|
Royal and
Dower-royal, I the Queen
|
175
|
|
Song of the Dead, The
|
HEAR now the Song of the Dead—in the
North by the torn berg-edges—
|
172
|
|
Song of the Dynamo
|
HOW do I know
what Order brings
|
810
|
|
Song of the English, A
|
FAIR is our lot—O goodly is our heritage!
|
170
|
|
Song of the Fifth River
|
WHEN first by
Eden Tree,
|
572
|
|
Song of the Galley-Slaves
|
WE PULLED for
you when the wind was against us and the sails were low
|
671
|
|
Song of the Lathes, The
|
THE FANS and
the beltings they roar round me.
|
310
|
|
Song of the Little Hunter, The
|
ERE Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry,
|
616
|
|
Song of the Men’s Side
|
ONCE we feared
The Beast—when he followed us we ran,
|
668
|
|
Song of the Old Guard, The
|
‘KNOW this, my
brethren, Heaven! clear
|
313
|
|
Song of the Red War-Boat
|
SHOVE off from
the wharf-edge! Steady!
|
629
|
|
Song of the Sons, The
|
ONE from the
ends of the earth—gifts at an open door—
|
175
|
|
Song of the White Men, A
|
NOW, this is
the cup the White Men drink
|
282
|
|
Song of the Wise Children
|
WHEN the
darkened Fifties dip to the North,
|
90
|
|
Song of the Women, The
|
HOW shall she
know the worship we would do her?
|
46
|
|
Song of Travel, A
|
WHERE’S the
lamp that Hero lit
|
586
|
|
Song To Mithras, A
|
MITHRAS, God of
the Morning, our trumpets waken the Wall!
|
523
|
|
Sons of Martha, The
|
THE SONS of
Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part;
|
382
|
|
South Africa
|
LIVED a woman
wonderful,
|
207
|
|
Spies’ March, The
|
THERE are no
leaders to lead us to honour, and yet with out leaders we sally,
|
101
|
|
Stellenbosch
|
THE GENERAL ’eard the firin’ on the flank,
|
477
|
|
Storm Cone, The
|
THIS is the
midnight—let no star
|
824
|
|
Story of Ung, The
|
ONCE, on a
glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago,
|
345
|
|
Story of Uriah, The
|
JACK BARRETT
went to Quetta
|
10
|
|
Stranger, The
|
THE STRANGER
within my gate,
|
549
|
|
Study of an Elevation, in Indian Ink
|
POTIPHAR
GUBBINS, C. E.,
|
6
|
|
“Such as in Ships”
|
SUCH as in
Ships and brittle Barks
|
810
|
|
Supplication of the Black Aberdeen
|
I PRAY! My
little body and whole span
|
814
|
|
Supports, The
|
To Him Who
bade the Heavens abide, yet cease not from their motion,
|
767
|
|
Survival, The
|
SECURELY, after
days
|
756
|
|
Sussex
|
GOD gave all
men all earth to love,
|
213
|
|
Tale of Two Cities, A
|
WHERE the
sober-colored cultivator smiles
|
76
|
|
Tarrant Moss
|
I CLOSED and
drew for my love’s sake
|
494
|
|
That Day
|
IT GOT beyond
all orders an’ it got beyond all ’ope;
|
437
|
|
Things and the Man
|
OH YE who hold
the written clue
|
210
|
|
Thorkild’s Song
|
THERE’S no wind
along these seas,
|
666
|
|
Thousandth Man, The
|
ONE man in a
thousand, Solomon says,
|
529
|
|
Three-Decker, The
|
FULL thirty
foot she towered from waterline to rail.
|
330
|
|
Three-Part Song, A
|
I’M JUST in
love with all these three,
|
490
|
|
Threshold, The
|
IN THEIR
deepest caverns of limestone
|
782
|
|
“Tin Fish”
|
THE SHIPS
destroy us above
|
648
|
|
To a Lady, persuading Her to a Car
|
LOVE’S fiery
chariot, Delia, take
|
679
|
|
To James Whitcomb Riley
|
YOUR trail runs
to the westward,
|
598
|
|
To Motorists
|
SINCE ye
distemper and defile
|
681
|
|
To the City of Bombay
|
THE Cities are
full of pride,
|
179
|
|
To the Companions
|
HOW comes it
that, at even-tide,
|
751
|
|
To the True Romance
|
THY face is
far from this our war,
|
85
|
|
To the Unknown Goddess
|
WILL you
conquer my heart with your beauty; my soul going out from afar?
|
24
|
|
To Thomas Atkins
|
I HAVE made
for you a song,
|
394
|
|
“Together”
|
WHEN Horse and
Rider each can trust the other everywhere,
|
720
|
|
Tomlinson
|
NOW Tomlinson
gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley
Square,
|
360
|
|
Tommy
|
I WENT into a
public-’ouse to get a pint o’ beer,
|
398
|
|
Totem, The
|
ERE the
mother’s milk had dried
|
773
|
|
Tour, The
|
THIRTEEN as
twelve my Murray
always took—
|
681
|
|
“Trade, The"
|
THEY bear, in
place of classic names,
|
647
|
|
Translation, A
|
THERE are whose
study is of smells,
|
588
|
|
Tree Song, A
|
OF ALL the
trees that grow so fair,
|
497
|
|
Troopin’
|
TROOPIN’, troopin’, troopin’ to the sea:
|
420
|
|
Truce of the Bear, The
|
YEARLY, with
tent and rifle, our careless white men go
|
274
|
|
Truthful Song, A
|
I
tell this tale, which is strictly true,
|
654
|
|
Two Kopjes
|
ONLY two
African kopjes,
|
470
|
|
Two Months
|
NO HOPE, no
change! The clouds have shut us in,
|
80
|
|
Two Races
|
I SEEK not what
his soul desires.
|
812
|
|
Two-Sided Man, The
|
MUCH I owe to
the Lands that grew—
|
587
|
|
Ubique
|
THERE is a word
you often see, pronounce it as you may
|
483
|
|
Ulster
|
THE DARK
eleventh hour
|
232
|
|
Undertaker’s Horse, The
|
THE eldest son
bestrides him,
|
67
|
|
Untimely
|
NOTHING in life
has been made by man for man’s using
|
764
|
|
Vampire, The
|
A FOOL there
was and he made his prayer
|
220
|
|
Verdicts, The
|
NOT in the
thick of the fight,
|
142
|
|
Verses on Games
|
HERE is a
horse to tame
|
358
|
|
“Very Many People”
|
ON THE Downs, in the Weald, on the Marshes,
|
813
|
|
Veterans, The
|
TO-DAY, across
our fathers’ graves,
|
305
|
|
Vineyard, The
|
AT the eleventh
hour he came,
|
749
|
|
Virginity, The
|
TRY as he will,
no man breaks wholly loose
|
353
|
|
Voortrekker, The
|
THE GULL shall
whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire.
|
555
|
|
Wage-Slaves, The
|
OH GLORIOUS are
the guarded heights
|
308
|
|
Waster, The
|
FROM the date
that the doors of his prep-school close
|
525
|
|
Way Through the Woods, The
|
THEY shut the
road through the woods
|
490
|
|
We and They
|
FATHER, Mother,
and Me,
|
763
|
|
Wet Litany, The
|
WHEN the
water’s countenance
|
659
|
|
What Happened
|
HURREE CHUNDER
MOOKERJEE, pride of Bow Bazaar,
|
15
|
|
What the People Said
|
BY THE well,
where the bullocks go
|
66
|
|
When Earth’s Last Picture is Painted
|
WHEN Earth’s
last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,
|
226
|
|
When ’Omer Smote ’Is Bloomin’
Lyre
|
WHEN ’Omer
smote ’is bloomin’ lyre,
|
351
|
|
“When the Great Ark”
|
WHEN the Great Ark, in Vigo Bay,
|
553
|
|
“When the Journey was intended to the City”
|
WHEN that with
meat and drink they had fulfilled
|
681
|
|
White Horses
|
WHERE run
your colts at pasture?
|
145
|
|
White Man’s Burden, The
|
TAKE up the
White Man’s burden—
|
323
|
|
Widow at Windsor, The
|
’AVE you ’eard o’ the Widow at Windsor
|
413
|
|
Widow’s Party, The
|
“WHERE have you
been this while away,
|
421
|
|
Widower, The
|
FOR a season
there must be pain—
|
613
|
|
“Wilful-Missing”
|
THERE is a
world outside the one you know,
|
482
|
|
Winners, The
|
WHAT is the
moral? Who rides may read.
|
530
|
|
Wishing-Caps, The
|
LIFE’S all
getting and giving,
|
628
|
|
With Drake in the Tropics
|
SOUTH and far
south below the Line,
|
719
|
|
With Scindia to Delhi
|
THE WREATH of
banquet overnight lay withered on the neck,
|
250
|
|
Young British Soldier, The
|
WHEN the ’arf-made recruity goes out to
the East
|
416
|
|
Young Queen, The
|
HER hand was
still on her sword-hilt, the spur was still on her heel,
|
187
|
|
Zion
|
THE Doorkeepers
of Zion,
|
91
|
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