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244 INDEX OF FIRST LINES ‘* Listen to the Jataka!’’ said the Buddha, li, 225 Lo! in the interstellar space of night, ill, 155 Long days and nights succeeded in despair, i. 16 Look how it leaps towards the leaper’s curl, lil, 119 Love comes to flit, a spark of steel, ill. 113 Lured by the loud big-breasted courtesan, ii. 36 Lust, impotence,-and knowledge of thy soul, i, 116 MAKE me a roseleaf with your mouth, ili. 4 Man’s days are dim, his deeds are dust, i. 8 Mary, Mary, subtle and softly breathing, iii. 61 May I who know so bitterly the tedium of this truly dreadful poem, ili. 126 Mere terror struck into our souls, ii. 81 Mightiest Self ! Supreme in Self-Contentment, li, 23 Mild glimpses of the quiet moon, ili. 146 Mistress and maiden and mother, il. 29 Mistress, I pray thee, when the wind, i. 184 Moreover (just a word) this chance, iii. 18 Mortal distrust of mortal happiness, i. 182 Mortals are not for nectar all the time, ii. 80 Mortals never learn from stories, i. 156 My beauty in thy deep pure love, i, 108 My comedy has changed its blithe aspect, li. 74 My dreams are sweet, i. 14 My head is split. The crashing axe, ili. 85 My heavy hair upon my olive skin, i. 6 My home is set between two ivory towers, ii. 2 My little lady light o” limb, ili. 116 My soul is aching with the sense of sound, i, 113 NAKED as dawn, the purpose of the hour, 1. 157 Nathless she locked her cabin door, ii. 78 Nay, ere ye pass your people pass, ii. 35 ‘‘ Nay! that were nothing,” say you now, ill. 11 Night brings madness, i. 173 Night, like a devil, with lidless eyes, ili. 90 Night the voluptuous, night the chaste, iii. 88 Nine times I kissed my lover in her sleep, i. 183 Nine voices that raise high the eternal hymn, i, 215 | No higher? No higher? iii. 24 No! on the other hand the Buddha, ii. 147 No passion stirs the cool white throat of her, 1, 168 Norah, my wee shy child of wonderment, ili. 61 Nor can I see what sort of gain, ii. 172 North, by the ice-belt, i. 93. Nota word to introduce my introduction, il, 141 Note from this day no possible event, ii. 81 Not wingéd forms, nor powers of air, 1. 74 Now (higher on the Human Ladder), il. 210 Now is our sin requited of the Lord, i. 66 Now is the gold gone of the year, ili, 188 Now on the land the woods are green, i. 120 Now the great elephant strode with lordly foot- steps in the forest, il, 227 Now the road widens and grows darker still, lil, 180 Now, when the sun falls in the dismal sky, il. 85 Now your grave eyes are filled with tears, iil. 11 O BLUEBELL of the inmost wood, ili. 14 O body pale and beautiful with sin, i. 117 O chainless Love, the frost is in my brain, i, 109 O coiled and constricted and chosen, ii. 96 O crimson cheeks of love's fierce fever, i. 171 Of course I might have known it was a lie, ll. 74 O friends and brothers, ii. 127 O good St. Patrick, turn again, ii. 48 O Gretchen, when the morn is gray, i. 243 O happy of mortals, ii. 103 Oh! I had such a bad dream, i. 58 ‘Oh, very well!"’ I think you say, ii. 160 O if these words were swords, i. 167 O iron, bow to silver’s piercing note! ill. 183 O kissable Tarshitering! the wild bird calls _ its mate—and I? ili. 87 O Lesbian maiden, ii. 6 O Light in Light! O flashing wings of fire! ili, 199 O light of Apollo! iii. 200 O Lord our God, i. 24 O love! and were I with thee ever! iii. 3 O Love! Pure mystery of life, 1. 247 O lover, I am lonely here, ii. 109 O Man of Sorrows: brother unto Grief, 1. 207 O master of the ring of love, i. 179 O mortal, tossed on life’s unceasing ocean, ll. 107 O Mother of Love, i. 17 One day from landing, ii. 80 One way sets free, ii. 53 On his couch Imperial Alpin, i. 1o1 O Night! the very mother of us all, i. 34 ‘On rocky mountain bare, i. 43 | O Rose of dawn ! _O rosy star, i. 22 O star of evening! iii. 39
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