owly sigh (_J. Davidson_) . . . . . . . . . 96
Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake! (_B. Bridges_) . . 155

Below the down the stranded town (_J. Davidson_) . . . . . . . 47
Between two russet tufts of summer grass (_E. Gosse_) . . . . 102
Beyond my window in the night (_J. Drinkwater_) . . . . . . . 49
Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying
(_R. L. Stevenson_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 36
Brief, on a flying night (_A. Meynell_) . . . . . . . . . . . 78
But to have lain upon the grass (_A. Symons_) . . . . . . . . 101
Buy my English posies! (_R. Kipling_) . . . . . . . . . . . . 62

Cambridge town is a beleaguered city (_R. Macaulay_) . . . . . 54
Can I forget the sweet days that have been (_W. H. Davies_) . 60
Come, no more of grief and dying! (_M. L. Woods_) . . . . . . 108
Country roads are yellow and brown (_M. E. Coleridge_) . . . . 95
Daylight was down, and up the cool (_L. Housman_) . . . . . . 99
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet
(_W. B. Yeats_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 105
Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand mile away
(_H. Newbolt_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 13

Farewell to one now silenced quite (_A. Meynell_) . . . . . . 163
Fear? Yes . . . I heard you saying (_H. Trench_) . . . . . . 16

Give to me the life I love (_R. L. Stevenson_) . . . . . . . . 83
God gave all men all earth to love (_R. Kipling_) . . . . . . 39
God, if this were enough (_R. L. Stevenson_) . . . . . . . . . 114
God who created me (_H. C. Beeching_) . . . . . . . . . . . . 133
Good-bye; no tears nor cries (_J. W. Mackail_) . . . . . . . . 139
Grow old and die, rich Day (_A. S. Cripps_) . . . . . . . . . 32

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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths (_W. B. Yeats_) . . . . 156
He leapt to arms unbidden (_H. Newbolt_) . . . . . . . . . . . 22
He rises and begins to round (_G. Meredith_) . . . . . . . . . 119
He walked in glory on the hills (_W. Canton_) . . . . . . . . 34
Here lies a most beautiful lady (_W. de la Mare_) . . . . . . 167
His wage of rest at nightfall still (_J. Drinkwater_) . . . . 24
Home, home from the horizon far and clear (_A. Meynell_) . . . 170
How solitary gleams the lamplit street (_L. Binyon_) . . . . . 93

I came to Oxford in the light (_G. Gould_) . . . . . . .