INDEX.

A

All are architects of Fate

And with that word

As from a mountain's top

And life's last failure

Are there not, then, two musics
A thousand pretty ways

Alas, why plainen men

As precious gums
And a new spirit.
All fair things
A dewdrop falling

And art thou dead

As it fell upon a day

Ah, yet when all is thought and said

As ships, becalmed

A day of clouds and darkness

A good man ther was.

As, at a railway junction
A thing of beauty
A troop of boys
Angels thy old friends

A spotless child

As on my bed at dawn
All round the house
Alone, in the noisy
Alas! how light a cause

B