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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
Gemmed with white daisies was the great green world | 400 |
Ghostly ships in a ghostly sea,— | 328 |
Give us a name to fill the mind | 87 |
God dreamed a man | 281 |
God, I am travelling out to death's sea | 374 |
Gone is the spire that slept for centuries | 76 |
Grave hour and solemn choice—bare is the sword | 91 |
Great names of thy great captains gone before | 62 |
Green gardens in Laventie! | 277 |
Grey fields of Flanders, grim old battle-plain | 116 |
Guns of Verdun point to Metz | 122 |
Had I that fabled herb | 323 |
Hark! 'Tis the rush of the horses | 213 |
Hearken, the feet of the Destroyer tread | 143 |
He died, as soldiers die, amid the strife | 387 |
He is blind and nevermore | 360 |
He limps along the city street | 362 |
He looked back down the long lane of the years— | 207 |
Her boys are not shut out. They come | 408 |
Here Freedom stood by slaughtered friend and foe | 100 |
Here in the marshland, past the battered bridge | 374 |
Here is his little cambric frock | 410 |
Here lies a clerk who half his life had spent | 275 |
Here, where we stood together, we three men | 380 |
He said: "Thou petty people, let me pass | 109 |
He that has left hereunder | 368 |
He was a boy of April beauty; one | 376 |
He was lounging over the stubble on the slope of St. Catherine's Hill | 227 |
His mother bids him go without a tear | 238 |
Hope and mirth are gone. Beauty is departed | 299 |
How should we praise those lads of the old Vindictive | 320 |
I am only a cog in a giant machine, a link of an endless chain:— | 294 |
I dreamed that overhead | 377 |
I dream that on far heaven's steep | 378 |
If courage thrives on reeking slaughter | 136 |
I feared the lonely dead, so old were they | 392 |
I feel the spring far off, far off | 420 |
If I should die, think only this of me | 245 |
I, from a window where the Meuse is wide | 80 |
I had no heart to march for war | 187 |
I have a rendezvous with Death | 246 |