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About the time that taverns shut, 279
A farmer of the Augustan Age, 89
After the sack of the City, when Rome was sunk to a name, 256
All day long to the judgment-seat, 86
All the world over, nursing their scars, 138
Alone upon the housetops to the North, 234
And if ye doubt the tale I tell, 136
'And some are sulky, while some will plunge', 32
And they were stronger hands than mine, 235
As Adam lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree, 301
As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled, 294
A stone's throw out on either hand, 34
At the hole where he went in, 249
Beat off in our last fight were we?, 79
Because I sought it far from men, 80
Bees! Bees! Hark to your bees!, 172
Before my spring I garnered autumn's gain, 135
Between the waving tufts of jungle-grass, 133
By the Hoof of the Wild Goat uptossed, 217
China-going P. and O.'s, 189
Cities and Thrones and Powers, vii
Cry 'Murder' in the market-place, and each, 31