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INDEX OF FIRST LINES 247 The Second Precept is directed against theft, li. 193 These portraits, darling, are they yours? iii. 10 The serpent glimmered through the primal tree, lil, 121 These strictures must include the liar, ii. 148 The seven Wise Men of Martaban, iii. 103 The ship to the breezes is bended, i. 220 The solemn hour, and the magnetic swoon, i. 180 The sound of the hammer and steel, ii. 92 The spears of the night at her onset, iii, 94 The story as it runs is this, ii. 182 The story of a fool, ii. 53 The strange look of a woman of the town, ii. 19 The sun of love shone through my love’s deep eyes, li. 9 The sword is made sharp in our hands, i. 70 The sword that was broken is perfect, iii. 58 The Three Characteristics, ii. 246 The third time bitterly came reason back, ii. 79 The unutterable void of Hell is stirred, i. 185 The valleys, that are splendid, i. 174 The vault of purple that I strove, i. 29 The veil o’ th’ mist of the quiet wood is lifted to the seer’s gaze, iii. 117 The Virgin lies at Bethlehem, ii. 14 The wail of the wind in the desolate land, i. 49 The wandering waters move about the world, i. 96 The wand of Hermes, the caduceus wonder- working, iii. 132 The waterpot is broken at the well, iii. rar The waving surf shone from the Peaceful Sea, il, 64 The Wingéd Bull that dwelléd in the north, li, The woodland hollows know us, ii. 75 The woods are very quiet, i. 36 The world is borne upon thy breast, ii. 130 The world is dusk, expectant of its doom, i. 47 The world moves not, i. 32 The worst of meals is that we have to meet, 1, 181 The young men are girded with swords, i. 72 This forbids the taking life in any form, ii. 192 This is my point; the world lies bleeding, ii, 157 This meditation differs fundamentally from the usual Hindu methods, ii. 252 This precept, against adultery, ii. 193 This prescription has been made up before, sir, ili. 44 This, then, is what I deem occurred, ii. 182 This time she set her will against my will, ii. 75 Those who are most familiar with the spirit of fair play which pervades our great public schools, iii. 219 Thou fair Republic oversea afar, i. 136 Thou knowest, O Love, ii. 83 Thou Sun, whose swift desire to-day is dull, i. 39 Through fields of foam ungarnered, i. 149 Thus all conceptions fail and fall, ii. 172 Thus, in Ascension, you and I, ii. 152 Thy brazen forehead, and its lustre gloom. i, 166 To-day thrice halves the lunar week, ii. 164 To die amid the blossoms of the frost, i. 135 To love you, Love, is all my happiness, i. 187 To-night I tread the unsubstantial way, i. 196 To return from our little digression to th original plan of our essay, ii. 256 To sea! Tosea! The ship is trim, iii. 5 Towards the mountains and the night, i. 89 To what God should he appeal? ii. 226 Truth, like old Gaul, is split in three, iii. 3 Turn back from safety: in my love ::bide, i. 133 ‘“‘ Truth, that’s the gold!” ii. 144 "Twas dark when church was out ! iii, 60 Twilight is over, i. 53 ULYSSES ’scaped the sorceries of that queen, 1, 121 Under the stars the die was cast to win, iii. 65 Under the summer leaves, ii. 7 Unity uttermost showed, iii, 209 Unto what likeness shall I liken thee, i. 114 Unwilling as I am to sap the foundations, li, 192 Upheaved from Chaos, ii. 33 Up, up, my bride! Away to ride, iii. 56 WAKE, fairy maid, for the day, 1. 14 Was it a sense of uttermost relief, ii. 83 Was thy fault to be too tender, ii, 3 Waters that weep upon the barren shore, ii. 26 We fear indeed that in the trap, ii. 99 We have forgotten all the days of fear, ii. 80 We know what fools (only) call, ii, 169 We lost a day! Nor kisses, nor regret, ii. 78 Well, but another way remains, ii. 155 Well have I said, ‘‘O God, Thou art, i. 193 Well, Iam lost! The whistle brings no hound, i, 259 M. Well, Scepticus, are you restored to health ? li, 262
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