May I print, Shelley, how it came to pass xiv. 104
Morning, evening, noon and night v. 19
Moses the Meek was thirty cubits high xv. 254
My first thought was, he lied in every word v. 194
My grandfather says he remembers he saw, when a
  youngster long ago xv. 3
My heart sank with our claret-flask vi. 16
My love, this is the bitterest, that thou vi. 142

Nay but you, who do not love her vi. 47
Never any more vi. 175
Never the time and the place xv. 256
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died
  away vi. 97
“No boy, we must not”—­so began xiv. 117
No, for I’ll save it!  Seven years since vii. 246
No more wine? then we’ll push back chairs and talk iv. 238
No protesting, dearest! xiv. 71
Now, don’t, sir!  Don’t expose me!  Just this once! vii. 182
Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly vi. 30

O the old wall here!  How I could pass xiv. 3
O worthy of belief I hold it was xv. 159
Of the million or two, more or less v. 24
Oh but is it not hard, Dear? xv. 195
Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! vi. 72
Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth vii. 61
Oh, Love—­no, Love!  All the noise below, Love xvi. 90
Oh, the beautiful girl, too white vii. 69
Oh, to be in England vi. 95
Oh, what a dawn of day! vi. 58
On the first of the Feast of Feasts vii. 250
On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety two xiv. 77
One day it thundered and lightened xv. 197
Only the prism’s obstruction shows aright vii. 167
Out of the little chapel I burst v. 209
Over the ball of it xiv. 49

Petrus Aponensis—­there was a magician!                xv. 117
Plague take all your pedants, say I!                     vi.  22
Pray, Reader, have you eaten ortolans                   xvi.   3

Query:  was ever a quainter xiv. 5
Quoth an inquirer, “Praise the Merciful!” xvi. 32
Quoth one:  “Sir, solve a scruple!  No true sage xvi. 47

Room after room vi. 170
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea vi. 46