Collected Works (Vol. III)

248 INDEX OF FIRST LINES We ride upon the fury of the blast, i. 47 What ails thee, earth? ii. 31 What change of language! lil, 18 What is my soul? The shadow of my will, 1. 194 What makes God then of all the curses, ii. 17 What power or fascination lie, i. 180 What sadness closes in between, ili. 2 What words are these that shudder through my sleep, i, 103 When a battle is all but lost and won, ii. 270 When, at the awful Judgment-day, God stands, ili, 115 Whence the black lands shudder, ii. 55 When God bethought Him, i. 10 When God uplifted hands to smite, i, 82 When I go to take Pansil, ii. 194 When illegitimate criticism is met with a smart swing on the point of the jaw, lil. 10g When I think of the hundreds of women, i. 195 When the chill of earth black-breasted, ii. 283 When the countenance fair, i. 76 When the wearily falling blossom of midnight, iii, 67 Where, in the coppice, oak and pine, i. 169 Where was light when thy body came, ii. 9 Whether we adopt Herbert Spencer's dictum, li, 250 Who art thou, love, by what sweet name I quicken? iii, 169 Ah, my dear, Strive, 1. 45 Why is thy back made stiff, unrighteous priest, i, 141 Will you not come: the unequal fever, iii. 4 Will you not learn to separate, iii. 7 Wild pennons of sunrise the splendid, i. 218 With calm and philosophic mind, ii. 169 With feet set terribly dancing, ii. 36 Within the forest gloom, i. 15 With this our ‘‘ Christian’ parents marred, i, 194 Woe is me! the brow of a brazen morning, iil, 215 Would God that I were dead, ii. 124 YE rivers, and ye elemental caves, i. 197 Yes! it’s all so blessed and romantic, my dear, thank the Lord! iii. 46 ‘* Yes !"’ said Ganesha gloomily, li. 226 Yes, there are other phases, dear ! iii. 9 Yet by-and-by I hope to weave, li. 146 Yet ere the stars paled slowly in the east, li. 79 Yet God created (did he not ?), ii. 158 ‘* You are sad!" the Knight said, li, 140 You are silent, That we always were, iii. 2 You buy my spirit with those peerless eyes, 1. 132 You do not well to swell the list, ii, 182 You laughing little light of wickedness, iil, 114 “ You're a muddler and an idiot !"’ ii, 227 - You see I do not base my thesis, ii, 161 |You see, when I was young, they said, Who is Love, that he should find me as I ' You will not believe what I tell you? iii. 4x ii. 153 Who is that slinkard moping down the street, | You weary me with proof enough, ii. 178 ill. 99 Who is this maiden robéd for a bride, i. 237 ZOuRA the king by feathered fans, ii. 38 Why did you smile when the summer was' Zounds, man! have a care with thy goings, dying. i. 113 ili. 69