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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

Dark children of the mere and marsh, 133

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