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- by Sidney Lanier
- — and a young horse with a green bed-quilt by William Carlos Williams
- — and from basement entries by William Carlos Williams
- — and the flapping flags are at by William Carlos Williams
- — and the rickety ferry-boat “Arden”! by William Carlos Williams
- — and the sun, dipping into the avenues by William Carlos Williams
- —A simple Child, by William Wordsworth
- —and a semicircle of dirt-colored men by William Carlos Williams
- —and the worn, by William Carlos Williams
- —Brook and road by William Wordsworth
- —It seems a day by William Wordsworth
- —Qui aimes-tu le mieux, homme énigmatique, dis? ton père, by Charles Baudelaire
- ‘A Bill which has shocked the conscience of every Christian by G. K. Chesterton
- ‘A cold coming we had of it, by T. S. Eliot
- ‘A man should write to please himself,’ by Robert Service
- ‘A shilling’s worth of quinine, please,’ by Robert Service
- ‘A ticket for the lottery by Robert Service
- ‘Ah, Golden Eyes, to win you yet, by Andrew Lang
- ‘Although I’d lie lapped up in linen by William Butler Yeats
- ‘And am I then a pyramid?’ says Senlin, by Conrad Aiken
- ‘As like the Woman as you can’— by William Ernest Henley
- ‘Ave you seen Bill’s mug in the Noos to-day? by Robert Service
- ‘Ban and Arriere Ban!’ a host by Andrew Lang
- ‘Be not attached.’ So runs the great command by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- ‘But tell me, child, your choice; what shall I buy by Gerard Manley Hopkins
- ‘Call down the hawk from the air; by William Butler Yeats
- ‘Come, see,’ said he, ‘my four-foot shelf, by Robert Service
- ‘Delusive Nymph, farewell!’ by Andrew Lang
- ‘Do you remember me? or are you proud?’ by Walter Savage Landor
- ‘Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . by Conrad Aiken
- ‘Elder father, though thine eyes by G. K. Chesterton
- ‘Fall in! Now get a move on.’ (Curse the rain.) by Siegfried Sassoon
- ‘Fall in, that awkward squad, and strike no more by Siegfried Sassoon
- ‘Flowers nodding gaily, scent in air, by T. Sturge Moore
- ‘God’ is composed of letters three, by Robert Service
- ‘I am of Ireland, by William Butler Yeats
- ‘I love you, sweet: how can you ever learn by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- ‘If I were dead, you’d sometimes say, Poor Child!’ by Coventry Patmore
- ‘Ithin the woodlands, flow’ry gleaded, by William Barnes
- ‘Jack fell as he’d have wished,’ the Mother said, by Siegfried Sassoon
- ‘Lay me in a cushioned chair; by William Butler Yeats
- ‘Lias! ‘Lias! Bless de Lawd! by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- ‘Love is all by William Butler Yeats
- ‘Mak ready, mak ready, my merry men a’! by Anonymous
- ‘More than my brothers are to me,’— by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- ‘My future will not copy fair my past’— by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- ‘Nay; I don’t need a hearing aid’ by Robert Service
- ‘Never shall a young man, by William Butler Yeats
- ‘Not ours,’ say some, ‘the thought of death to dread; by William Watson
- ‘Number four—the girl who died on the table— by Conrad Aiken
- ‘O cruel Death, give three things back,’ by William Butler Yeats
- ‘O Jesus Christ! I’m hit,’ he said; and died. by Wilfred Owen
- ‘O Mary, go and call the cattle home, by Charles Kingsley
- ‘O wha will shoe my bonny foot? by Anonymous
- ‘O which is the last rose?’ by John Davidson
- ‘O words are lightly spoken,’ by William Butler Yeats
- ‘Of course,’ I said, ‘we cannot hope to find by Thomas Blackburn
- ‘Oh life is wonderful,’ she said, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- ‘Oh! hide me from the sun! I loath the sight! by Matilda Betham
- ‘Only be still, and in the silence grow,’ by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- ‘Put off that mask of burning gold by William Butler Yeats
- ‘Rise,’ said the Master, ‘come unto the feast.’ by Henry Alford
- ‘She will change,’ I cried. by William Butler Yeats
- ‘Simmons ripenin’ in de fall, by James Weldon Johnson
- ‘So careful of the type?’ but no. by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- ‘T is better to sit here beside the sea, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- ‘T is not alone that black and yawning void by Emma Lazarus
- ‘T is when the lark goes soaring by Eugene Field
- ‘T is you that are the music, not your song. by Amy Lowell
- ‘T was three an’ thirty year ago, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- ‘T will not be long before they hear by John Charles McNeill
- ‘Talk of pluck!’ pursued the Sailor, by William Ernest Henley
- ‘The child is father to the man.’ by Gerard Manley Hopkins
- ‘The witches’ device for the equitable distribution by E. J. Pratt
- ‘There is not much that I can do, by Thomas Hardy
- ‘This envelope you say has something in it by Conrad Aiken
- ‘This job’s the best I’ve done.’ He bent his head by Siegfried Sassoon
- ‘Those Platonists are a curse,’ he said, by William Butler Yeats
- ‘Thou Ghost,’ I said, ‘and is thy name To-day?— by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- ‘Though logic-choppers rule the town, by William Butler Yeats
- ‘Though to my feathers in the wet, by William Butler Yeats
- ‘Time to put off the world and go somewhere by William Butler Yeats
- ‘Twixt a smile and a tear, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- ‘Twixt ancient Beersheba and Dan by Don Marquis
- ‘Wharefore sou’d ye talk o’ love, by Hew Ainslie
- ‘What do you make so fair and bright?’ by William Butler Yeats
- ‘What have I earned for all that work,’ I said, by William Butler Yeats
- ‘What of vile dust?’ the preacher said. by G. K. Chesterton
- ‘When I was just as far as I could walk by Robert Frost
- ‘When that dead face, bowered in the furthest years, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- ‘Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, by Thomas Hardy
- ‘Why did the lady in the lift by Robert Service
- ‘Why does your brand sae drop wi’ blude, by Anonymous
- ‘Why keep a cow when I can buy,’ by Robert Service
- ‘Would it were anything but merely voice!’ by William Butler Yeats
- ‘You know Orion always comes up sideways. by Robert Frost
- ‘Your eyes that once were never weary of mine by William Butler Yeats
- ‘Youth and crabbed age by Andrew Lang
- ’Mid glad green miles of tillage by John G. Neihardt
- ’Tis a bleak wild hill,—but green and bright by William Cullen Bryant
