England, I stand on thy imperial ground; [273]

Fair flower that dost so comely grow; [1]

Farragut, Farragut; [110]

From the Desert I come to thee; [85]

"Give us a song!" the soldiers cried; [119]

Green be the turf above thee; [36]

Helen, thy beauty is to me; [31]

Her hands are cold; her face is white; [124]

Here is the place; right over the hill; [137]

Her suffering ended with the day; [136]