7 8o INDEX TO FIRST LINES
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The freed dove flew to the Rajah's tower 291
The Garden called Gethsemane 112
The General 'card the firin' on the flank, 543
The God of Fair Beginnings 175
The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire. . . 623
The Injian Ocean sets an' smiles 520
The King has called for priest and cup, 430
The lark will make her hymn to God, 607
The Law whereby my lady moves 698
The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds 181
The men that fought at Minden, they was rookies in their time . 498
The night we felt the earth would move 710
The overfaithful sword returns the user 12^
The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the snow . . 709
The rain it rains without a stay 567
The road to En-dor is easy to tread 417
The smoke upon your Altar dies, 93
The Soldier may forget his Sword, 600
The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good
part; 436
The Stranger within my gate, 616
The stream is shrunk the pool is dry, 706
The strength of twice three thousand horse 1 64
The torn boughs trailing o'er the tusks aslant, 635
The Weald is good, the Downs are best 558
The white moth to the closing bine, 207
The wind took off with the sunset 710
The wolf-cub at even lay hid in the corn, 607
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: .... 320
The World hath set its heavy yoke 574
The wreath of banquet overnight lay withered on the neck, . . . 286
The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar . . 199
There are four good legs to my Father's Chair 752
There are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders we
sally, 117
There are three degrees of bliss 650
There are whose study is of smells, 652
There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate, 108
There is a word you often see, pronounce it as you may . . . 550
There is a world outside the one you know, 548
There is pleasure in the wet, wet clay, 605
There is sorrow enough in the natural way 656
There runs a road by Merrow Down 662
There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay, ... 472
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid 605
