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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
We challenged Death. He threw with weighted dice | 398 |
We had forgotten you, or very nearly— | 163 |
We laid him to rest with tenderness | 380 |
We talked together in the days gone by | 399 |
We who are left, how shall we look again | 373 |
We willed it not. We have not lived in hate | 146 |
What alters you, familiar lawn and tower | 124 |
What do they matter, our headlong hates, when we take the toll of our Dead? | 189 |
Whatever penman wrote or orator | 90 |
What gods have met in battle to arouse | 140 |
What high adventure, in what world afar | 350 |
What legend of a star that fell | |
What of the faith and fire within us | 131 |
What was it kept you so long, brave German submersible? | 205 |
When battles were fought | 133 |
Whence not unmoved I see the nations form | 145 |
When consciousness came back, he found he lay | 355 |
When England's King put English to the horn | 96 |
When first I saw you in the curious street | 303 |
When I come home, dear folk o' mine | 425 |
When it is finished, Father, and we set | 423 |
When the fire sinks in the grate, and night has bent | 95 |
When the heroic deeds that mark our time | 106 |
When the long grey lines came flooding upon Paris in the plain | 220 |
When there is Peace our land no more | 421 |
When you see millions of the mouthless dead | 370 |
When wars are done | 180 |
Who would remember me were I to die | 307 |
Wingless Victory, whose shrine | 346 |
With arrows on their quarters and with numbers on their hoofs | 66 |
With folded hands beside the fire | 407 |
Within the town of Buffalo | 176 |
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children | 368 |
Ye sleepers, who will sing you? | 372 |
Yon poisonous clod | 281 |
You fell; and on a distant field, shell-shatter'd | 379 |
Your face was lifted to the golden sky | 381 |
You seemed so young, to know | 181 |
You who have seen across the star-decked skies | 351 |
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