Title | First line | Notes |
Les Amours de Voyage | When the decks were very silent | |
A Morning Ride | In the hush of the cool dim dawn, when the shades begin to retreat | |
Out of Sight | Out of thy sight, away from thy lips' smiling | |
As far as the East is set from the West | As far as the East is set from the West | |
1883 |
The Pious Sub's Creed | I do believe in Afghan Wars | |
Saint Valentine His Day | Shall I sing you a festive and flippant lay ? | |
A New Departure | He had said, in a Viceregal homily | |
With a Locket | What can I send to a sweet little sister | |
Duet from the Pinafore | Kind public, I've important information | |
From the Hills | Skin may be scorching and brain may be batter | |
Dear Auntie, your parboiled nephew reclines with his feet on a chair | Dear Auntie, your parboiled nephew reclines with his feet on a chair | |
The Song of an outsider | E'en now the heron treads the wet | |
Divided allegiance | My love is beautiful as day— | |
In Memoriam July-August 1883 | If I have held my peace so long | |
The Song of the Exiles | That long white Barrack by the sea | |
Preadmonisheth Ye Ghoste of Desmarets | In the Paris of the Empire, in the days of long ago | |
A Cousin's Christmas Card | As coming from an Eastern Land | |
A Ballad of Bitterness | How shall he sing of Christmas fun | |
At the end of a year | This is the end of a Year | |
1884 |
A Beleaguered City | The Stranger and the Resident | |
Au Revoir | What Song shall we sing to the Swallow | |
Max Desmarets, His Valentine | How shall a ghost from the Pere-la -Chaise | |
The Ornamental Beasts | Our drains may reek—we do not care— | |
The May Voyage | Mariners we | |
Fair Mistress, to my lasting Sorrow | Fair Mistress, to my lasting sorrow, | |
Music for the Middle-Aged | Come under the Punkah, Maud, | |
A Weed, One Weed, and Only One Had I | A Weed, One Weed, and Only One Had I | |
Epigraph to Echoes by Two Writers | THE DUKE. A new song, sirrah? | |
To Mrs Tavenor Perry | Who is the Public I write for ? | |
To Edith Macdonald | Though the 'Englishman' deride it | |
To Flo Garrard | I wrote you verses two years syne | |
To Evelyn Welford | The memory of a maiden's sympathy | |
To the Ladies of Warwick Gardens | To our first critics send we these | |
To Margaret Burne-Jones | The Wop of Asia—that lordly Beast— | |
To the Common-room | Placetne Domini—in far Lahore— | |
To A.M. | Between the gum-pot and the shears | |
Lord Ripon's Reverie | I shall leave it in a little—leave it ere my term has run. | |
The Story of Tommy | This is the story of Tommy, aged twenty and drunk in his cot; | |
The Descent of the Punkah | Yes, lay the jharun coats aside | |
Laid Low | He wandered by the L-wr-nce H-ll | |
Over the Khud | That's where he fell | |
1885 |
Dekho! Look Here! | Dekho! Look Here! | |
On a Recent Memorial | Verbum Sap.—Oh wise Bengalis, it is very sad to find | |
L-d D-ff-r-n's Clôture | Oh, drop your notes, the Viceroy said | |
As One Who Throws Earth's Gold Away in Scorn | As One Who Throws Earth's Gold Away in Scorn | |
After the Fever, or Natural Theology in a Doolie | Let us begin, and carry up this corpse | |
The Vision of Hamid Ali | This came to him by night—theganja burnt | |
The Tale of Two Suits | There are the ballads, tender and meek | |
A Tale of Yesterday's Ten Thousand Years | Oh! Come along ye tuneful 'spins', Melpomene & Co., | |
A Lost Leader | George Samuel, Marquis of Ripon, is sadly in need of a chit | |
Revenge - A Ballad of the Fleeter | Two lovers to one maid. Aye! It was so | |
An Indignant Protest | The journalists of Southern Ind | |
The Legend of the Pill | One final—Oh my Muse, Mendacity! | |
Trial by Judge | I am convinced my merits rare | |
The Indian Delegates | Delegates we from over the sea | |
Exchange | I am a man of culture small | |
At the Distance | Can she stay ? Here's the chestnut behind us— | |
A Tragedy of Teeth | Lucrecia Semparee Riddens McWhone | |
1886 |
The Compliments of the Season | He came in the winter midnight— | |
The Quid Pro Quo | He was aware—Oh great and good | |
A Missing Word | The bold buccaneer who had scuttled too soon | |
Parturiunt Montes | We are going to retrench! | |
Fair Play | The jharan-coated subalterns | |
A Parallel | A has a wife who loves him much | |
Distress in the Himalayas | There's wailing on the Camel's Back | |
Stationary | Required, a hint for a summer's excursion | |
Of Birthdays | For us Life's wheel runs backward. Other nests | |
Cupid's Department | Perched above the Simla Ridge, as the clocks were warning ten | |
King Solomon's Horses | The black Egyptian coursers of the sands | |
A Logical Extension | A horse? My charger's back is galled | |
The Song of the Dancer | What, eternal condemnation for each innocent gyration | |
Further Information | And don't they really kiss you? No! | |
On a Recent Appointment | Oh, know ye not the rocket's flight | |
At the Bar | Help for a Councillor distressed—a spotless spirit hurt | |
The Vindication of Grant Duff | The man who digs himself a tomb | |
Ichabod | Get a nervous lady's pony—get the oldest you can find— | |
Two Limericks on the Madras Scandals | There was an old man in a doolie | |
Alnaschar | So runs the telegram, Prepare | |
A Nightmare of Names | It was a wearied journalist who sough his little bed | |
The Faithful Soul | In the nethermost silo of Sheol, where lawyers and editors fry | |
With a Fan to the Mother | This is a fan for my mother | |
With a Study Chair to the Pater | Tell me where is Fancie bred | |
Ye Printer's Devil, verie wyse | Ye Printer's Devil, verie wyse | |
1887 |
New Year Resolutions | I am resolved—throughout the year | |
Personal Responsibilities | Nay, not 'mechanical' my Lord— | |
By Honours | I dare not take my walks abroad, my friends I dare not see | |
The Love that Died | Look! It was no fault of mine. Read a story plainly writ | |
A Budget Estimate | Don't knight him yet! He read it through | |
Diana of Ephesus | Ephesus stands—you may find it still— | |
In the case of Rukhmibhaio | Gentlemen reformers, with an English Education— | |
In the Matter of a Prologue | For past performances methinks 'twere fit | |
Quantities of 'em | Oh! Do you know the Muses nine | |
Taking a Hint | Come let us slate the magistrate | |
A Prologue | So please you, gentlefolk, a drama slight | |
Concerning a Jawab | By all the mighty oaths that love can frame | |
The Witching of Teddy O'Neal | Teddy O'Neal went up the hill | |
Itu and his God | Itu, who led the Oash Gul to war | |
1888 |
The Night of Power | In the Beginning, when the earth was new | |
Struck Ile | W—stl—nd the bank-note man | |
Between the gum pot and the shears | Between the gum pot and the shears | |
The Vanishing Figure | Helen Mountfaucon, née Snape | |
The 'Kingdom' of Bombay | Who are they that bluff and blow among the mud-banks of their harbour ? | |
Bombastes Furioso | Oh! What will your Majesty please to wear— | |
Liberavi Animam Meam | My name is Tommy Dodd | |
New Songs and Old | The cuc–cus–tattie's soothin' | |
To the Address of W.W.H | Oh Hunter, and Oh blower of the horn | |
The Letter of Halim the Potter | Halim the Potter, from the rainy hills— | |
Virginibus Puerisque | Who shall restore us the leaves | |
A Job Lot | They really were most merciful | |
Hans Breitmann as an Administrator | Hans Breitmann vent to India— | |
The Supplication of Kerr Cross, Missionary | Father of Mercy, who has made | |
The Way Av Ut | I met wid ould Mulvaney an' he tuk me by the hand | |
To Save Trouble | True Patriots, let us now begin | |
A Song of Addresses | We represent the Ward of Bow Bazar! | |
To These People | Peace upon Earth to people of good will | |
The Ballad of Ahmed Shah | This is the Ballad of Ahmed Shah | |
Imperious Wool-booted Sage | Imperious Wool-booted Sage | |
The Law of Libel | To the state of Kot-Kumharsen where the wild dacoits abound | |
1889—to March 3rd, leaving India |
The Question of Givens | Sir, with the scalpel and delicate knives | |
I thank you, Mrs Colvin | I thank you, Mrs Colvin | |
Inscription in Copy of In Black and White presented to Mrs Hill | To Mrs ''ll at Belvidere | |
Inscription in Copy of Wee Willie Winkie presented to Mrs Hill | I cannot write, I cannot think | |
The Irish Conspiracy | I went to ould Mulvaney wid the Friday's Pioneer | |
A Ballade of Photographs | Behold, O Fortune-favoured one | |
Verses on the Charleville Hotel, Mussoorie | A burning sun in cloudless skies | |
1889—after March 3rd, on the journey home |
The Owl | Men said, but here I know they lied | |
Verses on fruit plates | Children of ye Garden We | |
Caroline Taylor | Caroline Taylor for conscience said | |
A Ballade of Indian Tea | I wander East, I wander West | |
In the City of Berlin | There were passengers thirty and three | |
Verses from letter to Andrew Lang | I reside at Table Mountain and my name is Truthful James | |
Verse Fragments and Limericks | She wandered round the blessed world | |
There once were four people at Euchre | There once were four people at Euchre | |
Verse letter to Sidney Low | There is gold in the News they call Daily | |