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When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald, 666
When Horse and Rider each can trust the other everywhere, 756
When Rome was rotten-ripe to her fall, 746
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, 283
When that great Kings return to clay, 239
When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East 474
When the cabin port-holes are dark and green 669
When the darkened Fifties dip to the North, 103
When the drums begin to beat 730
When the earth was sick and the skies were grey, 573
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold, 386
When the Great Ark, in Vigo Bay, 620
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, 418
When the robust and Brass-bound Man commissioned first for sea 716
When the water's countenance 724
When the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appear, 494
When ye say to Tabaqui, "My Brother!" when ye call the Hyena to meat, 710
When you've shouted "Rule Britannia," when you've sung "God save the Queen," 522
Whence comest thou, Gehazi, 277
"Where have you been this while away, 481
Where run your colts at pasture? 166
Where the East wind is brewed fresh and fresh every morning, 731
Where the sober-coloured cultivator smiles 86
Where's the lamp that Hero lit 651
Whether the State can loose and bind 630
Who gives him the Bath? 590
Who hath desired the Sea?—the sight of salt water unbounded— 125
Who knows the heart of the Christian? How does he reason? 601
Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear? 256
Who recalls the twilight and the rangèd tents in order 249
Will you conquer my heart with your beauty, my soul going out from afar? 26
Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro— 252
With those that bred, with those that loosed the strife, 277
Wot makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 'im to perspire? 464
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go 316
Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him, 607
You call yourself a man, 518
You couldn't pack a Broadwood half a mile— 113
You may talk o" gin and beer 462
You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old, 708
Your jar of Virginny 618
Your tiercel's too long at hack, Sir. He's no eyass 684