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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