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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
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O Race that Cæsar knew | 74 |
Orion swung southward aslant | 389 |
O shards of walls that once held precious life | 84 |
O take away the mistletoe | 185 |
O turn ye homeward in the night-tide dusk! | 56 |
Out here the dogs of war run loose | 226 |
Out of the flame-scarred night one came to me | 392 |
Out of the smoke of men's wrath | 269 |
Over the shallow, angry English Channel | 218 |
Over the twilight field | 412 |
Over the warring waters, beneath the wandering skies | 322 |
Paradise now has many a Knight | 402 |
Past happiness dissolves. It fades away | 378 |
Peace, battle-worn and starved, and gaunt and pale | 422 |
Peace! Vex us not; we are the Dead | 404 |
Pinks and syringa in the garden close | 240 |
Rolling out to fight for England, singing songs across the sea | 72 |
Ruins of trees whose woeful arms | 119 |
Saint George he was a fighting man, as all the tales do tell | 46 |
Saints have adored the lofty soul of you | 369 |
Samothrace and Imbros lie | 69 |
See you that stretch of shell-torn mud spotted with pools of mire | 273 |
Sez I: My Country calls? well, let it call | 194 |
Shadow by shadow, stripped for fight | 134 |
Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake | 267 |
She goes all softly | 412 |
She kissed me when she said good-bye— | 297 |
She's England yet! The nations never knew her | 50 |
She turned the page of wounds and death | 410 |
Since all that is was ever bound to be | 188 |
Sleep well, heroic souls, in silence sleep | 390 |
Something sings gently through the din of battle | 417 |
"Somewhere in France" we know not where he lies | 399 |
Somewhere lost in the haze | 253 |
Somewhere, O sun, some corner there must be | 165 |
So you were David's father | 395 |
Spring is God's season; may you see His Spring | 395 |
Standing on the fire-step | 214 |
Still I see them coming, coming | 244 |