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Beat off in our last fight were we?, 79
Because I sought it far from men, 80
Bees! Bees! Hark to your bees!, 172
Before my spring I garnered autumn's gain, 135
Between the waving tufts of jungle-grass, 133
By the Hoof of the Wild Goat uptossed, 217

China-going P. and O.'s, 189
Cities and Thrones and Powers, vii
Cry 'Murder' in the market-place, and each, 31

Dark children of the mere and marsh, 133

Eddi, priest of St. Wilfrid, 45
Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry, 204
Excellent herbs had our fathers of old, 127
Eyes aloft, over dangerous places, 228

For a season there must be pain, 200
For our white and our excellent nights--for the nights
of swift running, 248
For the sake of him who showed, 56
From the wheel and the drift of Things, 202
'Gold is for the mistress--silver for the maid', 36 Go, stalk the red deer o'er the heather, 31
Harry, our King in England, from London town is gone, 272 He drank strong waters and his speech was coarse, 35
Here come I to my own again, 151
Here we go in a flung festoon, 92
His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the
Buffalo's pride, 245
'How far is St. Helena from a little child at play?', 66
I am the land of their fathers, 1 I am the Most Wise Baviaan, saying in most wise tones, 184
I closed and drew for my love's sake, 17
'If I have taken the common clay',