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God of our fathers, known of old, 377
God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay,. . . . 319
Gold is for the mistress silver for the maid 577
Harry, our King in England, from London town is gone, .... 721
"Have you news of my boy Jack?" 247
He drank strong waters and his speech was coarse; 576
He passed in the very battle-smoke 233
Hear now the Song of the Dead in the North by the torn berg-edges . 196
Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah, heave her short again! . . . 127
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, 259
Her hand was still on her sword-hilt, the spur was still on her heel, . 214
Here come I to my own again, 646
Here is a horse to tame 408
"Here is nothing new nor aught unproven," say the Trumpets, . . . 341
Here we go in a flung festoon, 610
Here, where my fresh-turned furrows run, 242
His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo's pride. 705
"How far is St. Helena from a little child at play?" 596
How shall she know the worship we would do her? 52
"How sweet is the shepherd's sweet life! 39
Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar, 17
I am the land of their fathers 554
I am the Most Wise Baviaan, saying in most wise tones, .... 670
I ate my fill of a whale that died ' . . . 395
I closed and drew for my love's sake 562
I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way, 423
I do not love my Empire's foes, .. . . . . 546
I followed my Duke ere I was a lover, 564
I go to concert, party, ball 25
I had seen, as dawn was breaking 31
I have been given my charge to keep 587
/ have eaten your bread and salt 3
I have made for you a song, 448
I keep six honest serving-men 671
I know not in whose hands are laid 648
met my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!) .... 653
see the grass shake in the sun for leagues on either hand, . . . 570
sent a message to my dear 101
/ tell this tale, which is strictly true, 718
will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines 703
will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chain . . . 709
wish my mother could see me now, with a fence-post under my arm, 527
was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded 660
/ was the staunchest of our fleet 170
I was very well pleased with what I knowed, 559