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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
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I have not wept when I have seen | 301 |
I heard a boy that climbed up Dover's Hill | 48 |
I heard the rumbling guns. I saw the smoke | 198 |
I met with Death in his country | 255 |
In a vision of the night I saw them | 316 |
I never knew you save as all men know | 383 |
In Flanders fields the poppies blow | 371 |
In our hill-country of the North | 291 |
In Paris Town, in Paris Town—'twas 'neath an April sky— | 219 |
In that Valhalla where the heroes go | 78 |
In the burgh town of Arras | 54 |
In the glad revels, in the happy fêtes | 247 |
In the midnight, in the rain | 216 |
In the place to which I go | 403 |
In the sheltered garden, pale beneath the moon | 417 |
In winds that leave man's spirit cold | 90 |
In wiser days, my darling rosebud, blown | 241 |
I pray for peace; yet peace is but a prayer | 144 |
I saw the Connaught Rangers when they were passing by | 59 |
I saw the spires of Oxford | 123 |
I see across the chasm of flying years | 290 |
It is portentous, and a thing of state | 88 |
I too remember distant golden days | 279 |
It's Autumn-time on Salisbury Plain | 307 |
It was nearly twelve o'clock by the sergeant's watch | 287 |
It was sad weather when you went away | 418 |
It was silent in the street | 236 |
I've seen them in the morning light | 304 |
I was out early to-day, spying about | 200 |
I watch the white dawn gleam | 241 |
I went upon a journey | 415 |
I will die cheering, if I needs must die | 105 |
Land of the desolate, Mother of tears | 76 |
Lean brown lords of the Brisbane beaches | 68 |
Led by Wilhelm, as you tell | 157 |
Lest the young soldiers be strange in heaven | 403 |
Light green of grass and richer green of bush | 158 |
Lightly she slept that splendid mother mine | 416 |
Lord God of battle and of pain | 312 |
Lord, how can he be dead? | 416 |
Lords of the seas' great wilderness | 336 |
Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered | 77 |