I’M Ceded—i’Ve Stopped Being Theirs

I’M Explaining A Few Things

I’m In Love

I’M Nobody! Who Are You?

I’M Not Lonely

I’M Saying Every Day

I’M Scared Of It All

I’M Sorry For The Dead—today

I’M The Little

I’M The Little “Heart’s Ease”

I’M Walking Backwards For Christmas

I’Ve Been Working So Hard

I’Ve Burned My Own House Down

I’Ve Got A Golden Ticket

I’Ve Heard An Organ Talk, Sometimes

I’Ve Known A Heaven, Like A Tent

I’Ve None To Tell Me To But Thee

I’Ve Nothing Else—to Bring, You Know

I’Ve Seen A Dying Eye

I’ll Tell You How The Sun Rose

I’m An Older Man Than You

I’m So Good That I Don’t Have To Brag

Ice Breaking

Ice Handler

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too

Ideals

Ideals

Ideals Are The Fairly Oil

Identification

Idler’s Song

Idyll

Idylls Of The King: Song From The Marriage Of Geraint

Idylls Of The King: The Last Tournament (Excerpt)

Idylls Of The King: The Passing Of Arthur (Excerpt)

If

If

If

If

If A Mouse Could Fly

If A Pig Wore A Wig

If A Tree Could Wander

If all the griefs I am to have

If All Were Rain And Never Sun

If Any Sink, Assure That This, Now Standing

If Anybody’s Friend Be Dead

If Blame Be My Side—forfeit Me

If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain’D

If Christ Came Questioning

If Death Is Kind

If Ever The Lid Gets Off My Head

If He Dissolve—then—there Is Nothing

If He Were Alive Today, Mayhap, Mr. Morgan Would Sit On The Midget’s Lap

If He Were Living—dare I Ask

If Hope Grew On A Bush

If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking,