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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
| Such, such is Death: no triumph: no defeat | 370 |
| Surely the keeper of the House of Death | 391 |
| Tecumseh of the Shawnees | 191 |
| The battery grides and jingles | 265 |
| The battle-smoke still fouled the day | 317 |
| The bugler sent a call of high romance | 274 |
| The City of God is late become a seaport town | 327 |
| The clouds are in the sky, and a light rain falling | 130 |
| The day closed in a wrath of cloud. The gale— | 329 |
| The dead are with us everywhere | 393 |
| The falling rain is music overhead | 291 |
| The firefly haunts were lighted yet | 276 |
| The first to climb the parapet | 286 |
| The great guns of England, they listen mile on mile | 254 |
| The halls that were loud with the merry tread of young and careless feet | 259 |
| The horror-haunted Belgian plains riven by shot and shell | 173 |
| Their great grey ships go plunging forth | 92 |
| The King have called the Devon lads and they be answering fine— | 409 |
| The Kings go by with jewelled crowns | 133 |
| The Kings of the earth are men of might | 261 |
| The lamplight's shaded rose | 411 |
| The magpies in Picardy | 267 |
| The moon swims in milkiness | 271 |
| The naked earth is warm with Spring | 250 |
| The night is still and the air is keen | 275 |
| There are five men in the moonlight | 120 |
| There is a fold of lion-coloured earth | 215 |
| There is a hill in England | 178 |
| There is no joy in strife | 148 |
| There is no wrath in the stars | 252 |
| There is wild water from the north | 384 |
| There's a soul in the Eternal | 244 |
| There's a waterfall I'm leaving | 334 |
| There's a woman sobs her heart out | 406 |
| There's mist in the hollows | 162 |
| There where he sits in the cold, in the gloom | 183 |
| There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground | 186 |
| The sacred Head was bound and diapered | 115 |
| The sheep are coming home in Greece | 107 |
| The skippers and the mates, they know! | 325 |