Laugh and be merry: remember, better the world with a
song (J. Masefield) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 116
Let me go forth and share (W. Watson) . . . . . . . . . . . 80
Lonely, save for a few faint stars, the sky (L. Binyon) . . 91
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Many a flower have I seen blossom (M. S. Coleridge) . . . . 135
Not soon shall I forget—a sheet (K. Tynan) . . . . . . . . 75
Not within a granite pass (E. Gosse) . . . . . . . . . . . . 98
O, a gallant set were they (M. E. Coleridge) . . . . . . . . 8
O dreamy, gloomy, friendly Trees (H. Trench) . . . . . . . . 111
O happy soul, forget thy self (T. Sturge Moore) . . . . . . 106
O heavenly colour, London town (A. Meynell) . . . . . . . . 97
O Idleness, too fond of me (T. Sturge Moore) . . . . . . . . 111
O, men from the fields! (P. Colum) . . . . . . . . . . . . . 149
Oh, not more subtly silence strays (A. Meynell) . . . . . . 160
O pastoral heart of England! like a psalm (A. Quiller-Couch) 9
Oh shall I never never be home again! (J. E. Flecker) . . . 30
O summer sun, O moving trees! (L. Binyon) . . . . . . . . . 96
O why do you walk through tha fields in gloves (F. Cornford) 85
O what know they of harbours (E. Radford) . . . . . . . . . 50
O world invisible, we view thee (F. Thompson,) . . . . . . . 130
Of Courtesy it is much less (H. Belloc) . . . . . . . . . . 131
On alien ground, breathing an alien air (M. E. Coleridge) . 33
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose (G. Meredith) . . . 128
Once . . . once upon a time (W. de la Mare) . . . . . . . . 135
One that is ever kind said yesterday (W. B. Yeats) . . . . . 169
Out of my door I step into (K. Tynan) . . . . . . . . . . . 66
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn (W. B. Yeats) . . . . . . 123
Peace waits among the hills (A. Symons) . . . . . . . . . . 132
Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee
(R. Bridges) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 146
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes (G. Meredith) 86
Row till the land dip 'neath (T. Sturge Moore) . . . . . . . 75
Say what you will, there is not in the world (W. Blunt) . . 45
Shall we but turn from braggart pride (L. Binyon) . . . . . 20
She walks—the lady of my delight (A. Meynell) . . . . . . . 134
Shy as the squirrel and wayward as the swallow (G. Meredith) 158
Sitting at times over a hearth that burns (H. Newbolt) . . . 15
Slight as thou art, thou art enough to hide (A. Meynell) . . 128
So, without overt breach, we fall apart (W. Watson) . . . . 142
Softly along the road of evening (W. de la Mare) . . . . . . 77
Sombre and rich the skies (L. Johnson) . . . . . . . . . . . 10
Spring goeth all in white (R. Bridges) . . . . . . . . . . . 78
Tell the tune his feet beat (A. S. Cripps) . . . . . . . . . 32
The dove did lend me wings. I fled away (W. Blunt) . . . . 79
The fountain murmuring of sleep (A. Symons) . . . . . . . . 154
The hill pines were sighing (R. Bridges) . . . . . . . . . . 68
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