A kiss, a word of thanks, away (_H. C. Beeching_). . . . . . . 142
A naked house, a naked moor (_R. L. Stevenson_) . . . . . . . 65
A ship, an isle, a sickle moon (_J. E. Flecker_) . . . . . . . 76
All that he came to give (_L. Johnson_) . . . . . . . . . . . 136
All the heavy days are over (_W. B. Yeats_) . . . . . . . . . 167
All winter through I bow my head (_W. de la Mare_) . . . . . . 82
Along the graceless grass of town (_A. Meynell_) . . . . . . . 90
As I went down to Dymchurch wall (_J. Davidson_) . . . . . . . 45
Assemble, all ye maidens, at the door (_B. Bridges_) . . . . . 164
Athwart the sky a lowly sigh (_J. Davidson_) . . . . . . . . . 96
Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake! (_B. Bridges_) . . 155
Below the down the stranded town (_J. Davidson_) . . . . . . . 47
Between two russet tufts of summer grass (_E. Gosse_) . . . . 102
Beyond my window in the night (_J. Drinkwater_) . . . . . . . 49
Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying
(_R. L. Stevenson_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 36
Brief, on a flying night (_A. Meynell_) . . . . . . . . . . . 78
But to have lain upon the grass (_A. Symons_) . . . . . . . . 101
Buy my English posies! (_R. Kipling_) . . . . . . . . . . . . 62
Cambridge town is a beleaguered city (_R. Macaulay_) . . . . . 54
Can I forget the sweet days that have been (_W. H. Davies_) . 60
Come, no more of grief and dying! (_M. L. Woods_) . . . . . . 108
Country roads are yellow and brown (_M. E. Coleridge_) . . . . 95
Daylight was down, and up the cool (_L. Housman_) . . . . . . 99
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet
(_W. B. Yeats_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 105
Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand mile away
(_H. Newbolt_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 13
Farewell to one now silenced quite (_A. Meynell_) . . . . . . 163
Fear? Yes . . . I heard you saying (_H. Trench_) . . . . . . 16
Give to me the life I love (_R. L. Stevenson_) . . . . . . . . 83
God gave all men all earth to love (_R. Kipling_) . . . . . . 39
God, if this were enough (_R. L. Stevenson_) . . . . . . . . . 114
God who created me (_H. C. Beeching_) . . . . . . . . . . . . 133
Good-bye; no tears nor cries (_J. W. Mackail_) . . . . . . . . 139
Grow old and die, rich Day (_A. S. Cripps_) . . . . . . . . . 32
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths (_W. B. Yeats_) . . . . 156
He leapt to arms unbidden (_H. Newbolt_) . . . . . . . . . . . 22
He rises and begins to round (_G. Meredith_) . . . . . . . . . 119
He walked in glory on the hills (_W. Canton_) . . . . . . . . 34
Here lies a most beautiful lady (_W. de la Mare_) . . . . . . 167
His wage of rest at nightfall still (_J. Drinkwater_) . . . . 24
Home, home from the horizon far and clear (_A. Meynell_) . . . 170
How solitary gleams the lamplit street (_L. Binyon_) . . . . . 93
I came to Oxford in the light (_G. Gould_) . . . . . . . . . . 51
I do not need the skies (_F. Thompson_) . . . . . . . . . . . 125
I dreamed that one had died in a strange place (_W. B. Yeats_) 167
I gathered with a careless hand (_G. Gould_) . . . . . . . . . 6
I go through the fields of blue water (_A. S. Cripps_) . . . . 48
I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills
(_J. Masefield_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 157
I know you; solitary griefs (_L. Johnson_) . . . . . . . . . . 113
I laid me down upon the shore (_F. Cornford_) . . . . . . . . 2
I love all beauteous things (_R. Bridges_) . . . . . . . . . . 125
I never see the newsboys run (_S. Leslie_) . . . . . . . . . . 100
I never shall love the snow again (_R. Bridges_) . . . . . . . 148
I never went to Mamble (_J. Drinkwater_) . . . . . . . . . . . 49
I will arise and go now, and go to Inisfree (_W. B. Yeats_) . 61
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
(_R. L. Stevenson_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 85
I will not let thee go (_R. Bridges_) . . . . . . . . . . . . 161
I will not try the reach again (_H. Belloc_) . . . . . . . . . 54
If I have faltered more or less (_R. L. Stevenson_) . . . . . 129
If I should die, think only this of me (_R. Brooke_) . . . . . 25
In misty blue the lark is heard (_L. Binyon_) . . . . . . . . 152
In the highlands, in the country places (_R. L. Stevenson_) . 34
In the time of wild roses (_L. Binyon_) . . . . . . . . . . . 73
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not
where (_J. Masefield_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 84
It was early last September, nigh to Framlin'am-on-Sea
(_P. R. Chalmers_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 117