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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
| O Race that Cæsar knew | 74 |
| Orion swung southward aslant | 389 |
| O shards of walls that once held precious life | 84 |
| O take away the mistletoe | 185 |
| O turn ye homeward in the night-tide dusk! | 56 |
| Out here the dogs of war run loose | 226 |
| Out of the flame-scarred night one came to me | 392 |
| Out of the smoke of men's wrath | 269 |
| Over the shallow, angry English Channel | 218 |
| Over the twilight field | 412 |
| Over the warring waters, beneath the wandering skies | 322 |
| Paradise now has many a Knight | 402 |
| Past happiness dissolves. It fades away | 378 |
| Peace, battle-worn and starved, and gaunt and pale | 422 |
| Peace! Vex us not; we are the Dead | 404 |
| Pinks and syringa in the garden close | 240 |
| Rolling out to fight for England, singing songs across the sea | 72 |
| Ruins of trees whose woeful arms | 119 |
| Saint George he was a fighting man, as all the tales do tell | 46 |
| Saints have adored the lofty soul of you | 369 |
| Samothrace and Imbros lie | 69 |
| See you that stretch of shell-torn mud spotted with pools of mire | 273 |
| Sez I: My Country calls? well, let it call | 194 |
| Shadow by shadow, stripped for fight | 134 |
| Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake | 267 |
| She goes all softly | 412 |
| She kissed me when she said good-bye— | 297 |
| She's England yet! The nations never knew her | 50 |
| She turned the page of wounds and death | 410 |
| Since all that is was ever bound to be | 188 |
| Sleep well, heroic souls, in silence sleep | 390 |
| Something sings gently through the din of battle | 417 |
| "Somewhere in France" we know not where he lies | 399 |
| Somewhere lost in the haze | 253 |
| Somewhere, O sun, some corner there must be | 165 |
| So you were David's father | 395 |
| Spring is God's season; may you see His Spring | 395 |
| Standing on the fire-step | 214 |
| Still I see them coming, coming | 244 |