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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
| Make this thing plain to us, O Lord! | 421 |
| Men of my blood, you English men! | 44 |
| Men of the Twenty-first | 203 |
| Moon, slow rising, over the trembling sea-rim | 414 |
| My leg? It's off at the knee | 195 |
| My name is Darino, the poet. You have heard? Oui, Comédie Française | 230 |
| My shoulders ache beneath my pack | 243 |
| Near where the royal victims fell | 82 |
| Never of us be said | 184 |
| No Man's Land is an eerie sight | 272 |
| No more old England will they see | 375 |
| Not long did we lie on the torn, red field of pain | 398 |
| Not the muffled drums for him | 386 |
| Not with her ruined silver spires | 75 |
| Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour | 246 |
| Now is the midnight of the nations: dark | 148 |
| Now is the time of the splendour of Youth and Death | 96 |
| Now slowly sinks the day-long labouring Sun | 149 |
| Now spake the Emperor to all his shining battle forces | 109 |
| Now to those who search the deep— | 318 |
| O, a lush green English meadow—it's there that I would lie— | 298 |
| Of all my dreams by night and day | 103 |
| Often I think of you, Jimmy Doane | 98 |
| Often, on afternoons grey and sombre | 125 |
| O gracious ones, we bless your name | 315 |
| O grim and iron-bastioned | 385 |
| O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear | 371 |
| Oh, down by Millwall Basin as I went the other day | 330 |
| Oh, Grimsby is a pleasant town as any man may find | 332 |
| Oh, hear! Oh, hear! | 324 |
| Oh, hump your swag and leave, lads, the ships are in the bay | 67 |
| Old orchard crofts of Picardy | 234 |
| O living pictures of the dead | 137 |
| O Mountains of Erin | 58 |
| Once, in my moment of earth | 306 |
| Once more the Night like some great dark drop-scene | 279 |
| Only a man harrowing clods | 132 |
| O noble youth that held our honour in keeping | 394 |
| On this primeval strip of western land | 333 |