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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
| Before our trenches at Cambrai | 310 |
| Beneath fair Magdalen's storied towers | 128 |
| Blossoms as old as May I scatter here | 251 |
| Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! | 367 |
| Broken, bewildered by the long retreat | 206 |
| Brothers in blood! They who this wrong began | 88 |
| Burn up the world, and yet the living spark | 51 |
| By all the deeds to Thy dear glory due | 67 |
| By all the glories of the day | 306 |
| By day, by night, along the lines their dull boom rings | 304 |
| Captains adventurous, from your ports of quiet | 337 |
| City of stark desolation | 113 |
| Come, Death, I'd have a word with thee | 155 |
| Courage came to you with your boyhood's grace | 354 |
| Dark, dark lay the drifters, against the red west | 319 |
| Dawn on the drab North Sea!— | 338 |
| Dear Lord, I hold my hand to take | 190 |
| Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest | 245 |
| Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom | 266 |
| Dreary lay the long road, dreary lay the town | 199 |
| Ended the watches of the dark; oh hear the bugles blow— | 424 |
| Endless lanes sunken in the clay | 270 |
| England, the home of poetry; the hearth | 52 |
| England! where the sacred flame | 43 |
| Facing the guns, he jokes as well | 201 |
| Farewell! the village leaning to the hill | 274 |
| Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to the glen | 56 |
| Far fall the day when England's realm shall see | 143 |
| Far peace, than knowledge more desirable | 147 |
| Far up at Glorian the wind is sighing | 300 |
| Fate wafts us from the pygmies' shore | 138 |
| Fool that I was! my heart was sore | 353 |
| For all we have and are | 52 |
| For France and liberty he set apart | 171 |
| France is planting her gardens | 86 |
| Franceline rose in the dawning grey | 80 |
| From its blue vase the rose of evening drops | 46 |
| From morn to midnight, all day through | 255 |
| From out the dragging vastness of the sea | 360 |