that bold man's announcement be" xvi. 24
Anyhow, once full Dervish, youngsters came xvi. 12
As I ride, as I ride vi. 13
"As like as a Hand to another Hand!" vii. 62
"Ay, but, Ferishtah,"--a disciple smirked xvi. 58

Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! vi. 51
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! vi. 6
But do not let us quarrel any more iv. 221
But give them me, the mouth, the eyes, the brow! vii. 170

Christ God who savest man, save most v. 11
Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles) iv. 279
Could I but live again xiv. 51

Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave vi. 187
Dear, had the world in its caprice vi. 168
Dervish--(though yet un-dervished, call him so xvi. 6

Escape me? vi. 171

Fear death?--to feel the fog in my throat vii. 168
Fee, faw, fum! bubble and squeak! v. 167
First I salute this soil of the blessed, river and rock! xv. 17
Flower--I never fancied, jewel--I profess you! xiv. 60
Fortu, Fortu, my beloved one v. 54

Going his rounds one day in Ispahan xvi. 9
Grand rough old Martin Luther v. 90
Grow old along with me! vii. 109
Gr-r-r--there go, my heart's abhorrence! vi. 26

Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare vi. 66
Hamelin Town's in Brunswick v. 102
"Heigho!" yawned one day King Francis v. 36
Here is a story shall stir you! Stand up, Greeks dead
and gone xv. 85
Here is a thing that happened. Like wild beasts whelped,
for den xv. 26
Here's my case. Of old I used to love him xiv. 54
Here's the garden she walked across vi. 19
Here was I with my arm and heart vii. 94
High in the dome, suspended, of Hell, sad triumph,
behold us! xv. 199
Hist, but a word, fair and soft! vi. 196
How of his fate, the Pilgri