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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
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