Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee, 143
'Less you want your toes trod off you'd better get back
at once', 138
'Let us now praise famous men', 116
Life's all getting and giving, 215
Look, you have cast out Love! What Gods are these, 30
Man goes to Man! Cry the challenge through the Jungle!, 249
Mithras, God of the Morning, our trumpets waken the Wall!, 52
Much I owe to the Land that grew, 159
My Brother kneels, so saith Kabir, 303
My father's father saw it not, 96
My new-cut ashlar takes the light, 43
Neither the harps nor the crowns amused, nor the cherubs'
dove-winged races, 174
Not though you die to-night, O Sweet, and wail, 32
Not with an outcry to Allah nor any complaining, 71
Now Chil the Kite brings home the night, 245
Now it is not good for the Christian's health to hustle
the Aryan brown, 79
Now this is the Law of the Jungle--as old and as true as
the sky, 120
Now we are come to our Kingdom, 15
Of all the trees that grow so fair, 21
Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us, 250
Oh, light was the world that he weighed in his hands!, 39
Oh, little did the Wolf-Child care, 243
Old Horn to All Atlantic said, 285
'Old Mother Laidinwool had nigh twelve months been dead', 179
Once a ripple came to land, 226
Once we feared The Beast--when he followed us we ran, 296
One man in a thousand, Solomon says, 62
One moment past our bodies cast, 223
Our Fathers in a wondrous age, 130
Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood, 292
Our Lord Who did the Ox command, 41
Our sister sayeth such and such, 232
Over the edge of the purple down, 198
Pit where the buffalo cooled his hide, 35
Prophets have honour all over the Earth, 111
Pussy can sit by the fire and sing, 190
Queen Bess was Harry's daughter. Stand forward partners
all!, 193
Ride with an idle whip, ride with an unused heel, 33
Rome never looks where she treads, 98
Roses red and roses white, 225
See you the ferny ride that steals, 3
She dropped the bar, she shot the bolt, she fed the fire
anew, 238
Shiv, who poured the harvest and made the winds to blow, 48
Shove off from the wharf-edge! Steady!, 219
Singer and tailor am I, 299
So we settled it all when the storm was done, 83
'Stopped in the straight when the race was his own!', 31
Strangers drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and
plumed were we, 12
Take of English earth as much, 26
Tell it to the locked-up trees, 24
The beasts are very wise, 143
The Camel's hump is an ugly lump, 182
The Celt in all his variants from Builth to Ballyhoo, 73
The doors were wide, the story saith, 135
The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break
in fire, 114
The lark will make her hymn to God, 84
The Law whereby my lady moves, 230
The night we felt the earth would move, 253
The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the
snow, 252
There are three degrees of bliss, 156
There is pleasure in the wet, wet clay, 81
There is sorrow enough in the natural way, 168
There runs a road by Merrow Down, 176
There's a convict more in the Central Jail, 137
There's no wind along these seas, 290
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid, 81
There was never a Queen like Balkis, 191
There were three friends that buried the fourth, 85
These are the Four that are never content, that have
never been filled since the Dews began, 248
These were my companions going forth by night, 69
The Stranger within my gate, 100
The stream is shrunk--the pool is dry, 246
The torn boughs trailing o'er the tusks aslant, 133
The Weald is good, the Downs are best, 9
The wind took off with the sunset, 254
The wolf-cub at even lay hid in the corn, 84
The World hath set its heavy yoke, 32
They burnt a corpse upon the sand, 33
They killed a child to please the Gods, 132
They shut the road through the woods, 6
This I saw when the rites were done, 79
This is the mouth-filling song of the race that was run
by a Boomer, 186
Three things make earth unquiet, 124
Thrones, Powers, Dominions, Peoples, Kings, 94
To-night, God knows what thing shall tide, 34
To the Heavens above us, 164