INDEX OF FIRST LINES
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Aye, down the years, behold, he rides.
Percy Adams Hutchison 54
Because on the branch that is tapping my pane.
Arthur Guiterman 7
Did you choose the journey, friend?
Ruth Sterry 62
Distant as a dream’s flight.
John G. Neihardt 17
Eternal in the brooding of the old Norwegian spruces.
Ruth Guthrie Harding 4
Ever as sinks the day on sea or land.
George Sterling 52
Face in the tomb, that lies so still.
Richard Le Gallienne 22
For the sake of a weathered gray city set high on a hill.
Amelia J. Burr 25
God meant me to be hungry.
Mildred Howells 8
Hark ye! Hush ye! Margot’s dead.
Ruth Comfort Mitchell 50
Hark you such sound as quivers? Kings will hear.
Mahlon Leonard Fisher 61
How an image of paint and wood.
Agnes Lee 12
I know a vale where I would go one day.
Bliss Carman 24
I saw her in a Broadway car.
Sara Teasdale 19
I think that I shall never see.
Joyce Kilmer 7
I thought I had forgotten you.
Ethel M. Hewitt 21
I thought my heart would break.
Charles Hanson Towne 22
I went to the place where my youth took birth.
Willard Huntington Wright 18
If I am slow forgetting.
Margaret Lee Ashley 3
In every line a supple beauty.
Willa Sibert Cather 46
It’s little that I’d care for the glories of Ireland.
Edward J. O’Brien 16
Lest I learn, with clearer sight.
Witter Bynner 18
Lo—to the battle-ground of Life.
Louis Untermeyer 9
Love you not the tall trees spreading wide their branches.
Tertius van Dyke 8
May is building her house. With apple blooms.
Richard Le Gallienne 3
Midnight, and in the darkness not a sound.
Sara Teasdale 13
O blest Imagination.
George Edward Woodberry 28
Oh, joy that burns in Denver tavern.
Francis Hill 49
Old Hezekiah leaned hard on his hoe.
Percy MacKaye 30
One whom I loved and never can forget.
Hermann Hagedorn 23
Outside hove Shasta, snowy height on height.
Witter Bynner 38
Over the dim edge of sleep I lean.
Robert Alden Sanborn 9
Over the wintry threshold.
Bliss Carman 2
Proud men.
Nicholas Vachel Lindsay 39
Sicilian Muse! O thou who sittest dumb.
Louis V. Ledoux 57
Sorrow, quit me for a while.
Florence Earle Coates 20
The moon’s ashine; by many a lane.
Richard Burton 62
The sickle is dulled of the reaping and the threshing-floor is bare.
Shaemas OSheel 43
The snug little room with its brazier fire aglow.
William Rose Benét 34
The twilight is starred.
John Hall Wheelock 20
The Wind bows down the poplar trees.
Fannie Stearns Davis 5
They call you cold New England.
Marguerite Mooers Marshall 27
War shook the land where Levi dwelt.
Edwin Arlington Robinson 48
Weave the dance, and raise again the sacred chorus.
Louis V. Ledoux 1
Weighed down by grief, o’erborne by deep despair.
Richard Burton 23
What of the night?
Willard Huntington Wright 55
With rod and line I took my way.
Madison Cawein 5