. . . 51
I do not need the skies (_F. Thompson_) . . . . . . . . . . . 125
I dreamed that one had died in a strange place (_W. B. Yeats_) 167
I gathered with a careless hand (_G. Gould_) . . . . . . . . . 6
I go through the fields of blue water (_A. S. Cripps_) . . . . 48
I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills
(_J. Masefield_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 157

I know you; solitary griefs (_L. Johnson_) . . . . . . . . . . 113
I laid me down upon the shore (_F. Cornford_) . . . . . . . . 2
I love all beauteous things (_R. Bridges_) . . . . . . . . . . 125
I never see the newsboys run (_S. Leslie_) . . . . . . . . . . 100
I never shall love the snow again (_R. Bridges_) . . . . . . . 148
I never went to Mamble (_J. Drinkwater_) . . . . . . . . . . . 49
I will arise and go now, and go to Inisfree (_W. B. Yeats_) . 61
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
(_R. L. Stevenson_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 85
I will not let thee go (_R. Bridges_) . . . . . . . . . . . . 161
I will not try the reach again (_H. Belloc_) . . . . . . . . . 54
If I have faltered more or less (_R. L. Stevenson_) . . . . . 129
If I should die, think only this of me (_R. Brooke_) . . . . . 25
In misty blue the lark is heard (_L. Binyon_) . . . . . . . . 152
In the highlands, in the country places (_R. L. Stevenson_) . 34
In the time of wild roses (_L. Binyon_) . . . . . . . . . . . 73
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not
where (_J. Masefield_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 84
It was early last September, nigh to Framlin'am-on-Sea
(_P. R. Chalmers_) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 117

Just now the lilac is in bloom (_R. Brooke_) . . . . . . . . . 55

Know you her secret none can utter? (_A. Quiller-Couch_) . . 52

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_)