Just now the lilac is in bloom (R. Brooke) . . . . . . . . . 55

Know you her secret none can utter? (A. Quiller-Couch) . . 52

Laugh and be merry: remember, better the world with a song (J. Masefield) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 116 Let me go forth and share (W. Watson) . . . . . . . . . . . 80 Lonely, save for a few faint stars, the sky (L. Binyon) . . 91

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Many a flower have I seen blossom (M. S. Coleridge) . . . . 135

Not soon shall I forget—a sheet (K. Tynan) . . . . . . . . 75 Not within a granite pass (E. Gosse) . . . . . . . . . . . . 98

O, a gallant set were they (M. E. Coleridge) . . . . . . . . 8 O dreamy, gloomy, friendly Trees (H. Trench) . . . . . . . . 111 O happy soul, forget thy self (T. Sturge Moore) . . . . . . 106 O heavenly colour, London town (A. Meynell) . . . . . . . . 97 O Idleness, too fond of me (T. Sturge Moore) . . . . . . . . 111 O, men from the fields! (P. Colum) . . . . . . . . . . . . . 149 Oh, not more subtly silence strays (A. Meynell) . . . . . . 160 O pastoral heart of England! like a psalm (A. Quiller-Couch) 9 Oh shall I never never be home again! (J. E. Flecker) . . . 30 O summer sun, O moving trees! (L. Binyon) . . . . . . . . . 96 O why do you walk through tha fields in gloves (F. Cornford) 85 O what know they of harbours (E. Radford) . . . . . . . . . 50 O world invisible, we view thee (F. Thompson,) . . . . . . . 130 Of Courtesy it is much less (H. Belloc) . . . . . . . . . . 131 On alien ground, breathing an alien air (M. E. Coleridge) . 33 On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose (G. Meredith) . . . 128 Once . . . once upon a time (W. de la Mare) . . . . . . . . 135 One that is ever kind said yesterday (W. B. Yeats) . . . . . 169 Out of my door I step into (K. Tynan) . . . . . . . . . . . 66 Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn (W. B. Yeats) . . . . . . 123

Peace waits among the hills (A. Symons) . . . . . . . . . . 132 Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee (R. Bridges) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 146 Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes (G. Meredith) 86

Row till the land dip 'neath (T. Sturge Moore) . . . . . . . 75

Say what you will, there is not in the world (W. Blunt) . . 45 Shall we but turn from braggart pride (L. Binyon) . . . . . 20 She walks—the lady of my delight (A. Meynell) . . . . . . . 134 Shy as the squirrel and wayward as the swallow (G. Meredith) 158 Sitting at times over a hearth that burns (H. Newbolt) . . . 15 Slight as thou art, thou art enough to hide (A. Meynell) . . 128 So, without overt breach, we fall apart (W. Watson) . . . . 142 Softly along the road of evening (W. de la Mare) . . . . . . 77 Sombre and rich the skies (L. Johnson) . . . . . . . . . . . 10 Spring goeth all in white (R. Bridges) . . . . . . . . . . . 78

Tell the tune his feet beat (A. S. Cripps) . . . . . . . . . 32 The dove did lend me wings. I fled away (W. Blunt) . . . . 79 The fountain murmuring of sleep (A. Symons) . . . . . . . . 154 The hill pines were sighing (R. Bridges) . . . . . . . . . . 68

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The Lady Poverty was fair (A. Meynell) . . . . . . . . . . . 131 The moon is up: the stars are bright (A. Noyes) . . . . . . 14 There is a hill beside the silver Thames (R. Bridges) . . . 70 There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night (H. Newbolt) 115 These hearts were woven of human joys and cares (R. Brooke) 24 This is a sacred city built of marvellous earth (J. Masefield) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 123 This labouring, vast, Tellurian galleon (F. Thompson) . . . 149 This was her table, these her trim outspread (J. B. B. Nichols) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9 Through the sunny garden (M. E. Coleridge) . . . . . . . . . 37 Time, you old gipsy man (R. Hodgson) . . . . . . . . . . . . 7 'Tis but a week since down the glen (G. Gould) . . . . . . . 124 To-day, all day, I rode upon the down (W. Blunt) . . . . . . 79 To the forgotten dead (M. L. Woods) . . . . . . . . . . . . 12 To the heart of youth the world is a highwayside (R. L. Stevenson) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 113 Too soothe and mild your lowland airs (L. Abercrombie) . . . 36 Troy Town is covered up with weeds (J. Masefield) . . . . . 3 Trusty, dusky, vivid, true (R. L. Stevenson) . . . . . . . . 157 Twilight it is, and the far woods are dim, and the rooks cry and call (J. Masefield) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 138

Under the wide and starry sky (R. L. Stevenson) . . . . . . 90

Very old are the woods (W. de la Mare) . . . . . . . . . . . 1

What gods have met in battle to arouse (A. E.) . . . . . . . 27 What heart could have thought you? (F. Thompson) . . . . . . 127 What is this life, if, full of care (W. B. Davies) . . . . . 101 What of vile dust? the preacher said (G. K. Chesterton) . . 154 What shall I your true-love tell (F. Thompson) . . . . . . . 168 When I am living in the Midlands (H. Belloc) . . . . . . . . 43 When I did wake this morn from sleep (W. H. Davies) . . . . 67 When June is come, then all the day (R. Bridges) . . . . . . 152 When men were all asleep the snow came flying (R. Bridges) 91 When skies are blue and days are bright (K. Tynan) . . . . . 69 When you are old and gray and full of sleep (W. B. Yeats) 161 When we fought campaigns (in the long Christmas rains) (R. Macaulay) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 23 Where the thistle lifts a purple crown (F. Thompson) . . . . 143 With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children (L. Binyon) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 26

Ye have robbed, said he, ye have slaughtered and made an end (H. Newbolt) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 17 Yonder in the heather there's a bed for sleeping (A. Smith) 35 Youth now flees on feathered foot (R. L. Stevenson) . . . . 107

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