Early Verse Schoolboy Lyrics and Echoes

The poems are listed here by first line; click here for a listing by title, and here for a listing as in the collected editions.

Title First line Notes
Nursery Idyls (I) to (V) A little sigh, a little shiver…
Requiescat in pace A new-made grave, for the damp earth stood
Cavaliere servente Alas for me, who loved my bow-wow well!
Amour de Voyage And I was a man who could write you rhyme
Estunt the Griff And so unto the End of Graves came he
A Murder in the Compound At the wall’s foot a smear of fly-flecked red
Kopra-Brahm Cosmic force and Cawnpore leather
Quaeritur Dawn that disheartens the desolate dunes
Illusion, disillusion, allusion Fairest of women is she
Ave Imperatrix From every quarter of your land
Sonnet, On Being Rejected of One’s Horse Give me my rein, my sais! Give me my rein!
Reading the Will Here we have it, scratched and scored
The Song of the Sufferer His drink it is Saline Pyretic
The Flight of the Bucket H’m, for a subject it is well enough!
The Indian farmer at Home Hoots! toots! ayont, ahint, afore
Nursery Rhymes for little Anglo-Indians I had a little husband
Jane Smith I journeyed, on a winter’s day
The City of the Heart I passed through the lonely Indian town
The Front Door I stand and guard – such ones as say
The Cursing of Stephen I turned the pages of the baby’s book
Way down the Ravi River I wandered by the riverside
Two sides of the medal I will into the world, I will make me a name
The Ballad of the King’s Daughter If my Love come to me over the water
The Boar of the Year In the shade of the trees by the lunch-tent the Old Haileyburian sat
An echo Let the fruit ripen one by one
Envy Hatred.and Malice Let us praise Such an One
Lo! As a little child Lo! As a little child
The Seven Nights of Creation (‘Argument’ of a projected poem) Lo! what is this I make! Are these his limbs
A Vision of India Mother India, wan and thin
This side the Styx Naked and shivering, how the oozy tide
Himalayan Now the land is ringed with a circle of fire
The Maid of the Meerschaum Nude nymph, when from Neuberg’s I led her
Failure One brought her Fire from a distant place
A Locked Way Open the Gate!
The Dusky Crew Our heads were rough and our hands were black
Conventionality Passion and Fire – bah! are they ever linked with beauty?
To the Common Room Placetne, Domini? – in far Lahore
Commonplaces Rain on the face of the sea
Roses Roses by babies’ rosier fingers pressed
Land-bound Run down to the sea, O River
The Battle of Assaye Save (See) where our huge sea-castles from afar
Donec Gratus Eram So (Es) long as ‘twuz (’twas) me alone
His Consolation So be it; you give me my release
Overheard So the day dragged through
Caret Something wanting in this world
Tobacco Sweet is the Rose’s scent – Tobacco’s smell
The Song of the Exiles That long white Barrack by the Sea
Appropriate verses on an Elegant Landscape The fields were upholstered with poppies so red
The Jam-pot The Jam-pot – tender thought
The Sudder Bazaar The motive that calls for my ditty
How the Day Broke The night was very silent, and the moon was going down
Missed There is one moment when the gods are kind
A Legend of Devonshire There were three daughters long ago
London Town There’s no God in London
On Fort Duty There’s tumult in the Khyber
Credat Judaeus Three couples were we in the lane
Laocoon Under the shadow of Death
From the Wings We are actors at the side-scenes ere the play of life begins
Our Lady of Many Dreams We pray to God, and to God it seems
The Lesson We two learned the lesson together
Solus cum sola We were alone on the beach
How the Goddess Awakened Where the reveller laid him, drunk with wine