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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