Eddi, priest of St. Wilfrid, 45
Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry, 204
Excellent herbs had our fathers of old, 127
Eyes aloft, over dangerous places, 228
For a season there must be pain, 200
For our white and our excellent nights--for the nights
of swift running, 248
For the sake of him who showed, 56
From the wheel and the drift of Things, 202
'Gold is for the mistress--silver for the maid', 36
Go, stalk the red deer o'er the heather, 31
Harry, our King in England, from London town is gone, 272
He drank strong waters and his speech was coarse, 35
Here come I to my own again, 151
Here we go in a flung festoon, 92
His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the
Buffalo's pride, 245
'How far is St. Helena from a little child at play?', 66
I am the land of their fathers, 1
I am the Most Wise Baviaan, saying in most wise tones, 184
I closed and drew for my love's sake, 17
'If I have taken the common clay', 84
If I were hanged on the highest hill, 237
I followed my Duke ere I was a lover, 19
If Thought can reach to Heaven, 170
If you can keep your head when all about you, 149
If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, 269
I have been given my charge to keep, 50
I keep six honest serving-men, 185
I know not in Whose hands are laid, 154
I met my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!), 161
I'm just in love with all these three, 8
In the daytime, when she moved about me, 34
'I see the grass shake in the sun for leagues on either
hand', 28
I tell this tale, which is strictly true, 266
It was not in the open fight, 33
I've never sailed the Amazon, 188
I was very well pleased with what I knowed, 10
I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines, 241
I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chain, 251