INDEX OF FIRST LINES

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Æons of old were wandering down the seas.

William Griffith126

Alas, and are you pleading now for pardon?

Walter Conrad Arensberg12

All old fair things are in their places.

Richard Le Gallienne108

A red-cap sang in Bishop’s wood.

Olive Tilford Dargan142

As I stole out of Babylon beyond the stolid warders.

Clinton Scollard133

Beautiful boy, lend me your youth to play with.

Amelia Josephine Burr63

Behind my mask of life there lies a shrine.

Eloise Briton60

Be patient, Life, when Love is at the gate.

Walter Conrad Arensberg93

Bismarck—or rapt Beethoven with his dreams.

Percy MacKaye126

Bleeding and torn, ravished with sword and flame.

Oliver Herford130

Blessed with a joy that only she.

Edwin Arlington Robinson75

Body o’ mine—and must I lay thee low?

Jane Belfield141

Crowned on the twilight battlefield, there bends.

Percy MacKaye125

Dawn this morning burned all red.

Vachel Lindsay14

Death, I say, my heart is bowed.

Edna St. Vincent Millay72

Do ye hear ’em sternly soundin’ through the noises of the street?

E. Sutton131

Embracing the woman I love, I stood by the stream that circles the town I love in the peace of the Summer night.

Edmond McKenna116

Flesh unto flowers.

Edward J. O’Brien33

Flushed from a fairy flagon.

Witter Bynner64

Fools, fools, fools!

Witter Bynner109

“Give the engines room.

Vachel Lindsay36

God sat down with the farmer.

Frederick Erastus Pierce56

Go, little sorrows! From the evening wood.

Charlotte Wilson136

Half artist and half anchorite.

Percy MacKaye109

He marched away with a blithe young score of him.

Ruth Comfort Mitchell121

Here in the lonely chapel I will wait.

John Erskine100

He was straight and strong, and his eyes were blue.

Amelia Josephine Burr75

How shall we keep an armed neutrality?

Percy MacKaye124

If you should cease to love me, tell me so!

Corinne Roosevelt Robinson92

I had no heart to write to thee in prose.

Richard Le Gallienne106

I have known joy and woe and toil and fight.

Berton Braley32

I love the stony pasture.

Bliss Carman9

In the fair picture of my life’s estate.

Arthur Davison Ficke77

In the silence of a midnight lost, lost forevermore.

George Sterling34

I stooped to the silent earth and lifted a handful of her dust.

James Oppenheim73

I will tread on the golden grass of my bright field.

Laura Campbell67

Jeremiah, will you come?

Lyman Bryson31

Jock bit his mittens off and blew his thumbs.

Percy MacKaye16

Life, you have bruised me and chilled me; Fate, you have jeered at my pain.

Faith Baldwin140

Muffled sounds of the city climbing to me at the window.

Jessie Wallace Hughan14

My father and mother were Irish.

Edward J. O’Brien13

Never again to feel that little kiss— Lydia Gibson73

Nevermore.

Don Marquis145

Nothing but beauty, now.

Amelia Josephine Burr98

Not unto the forest—not unto the forest, O my lover!

Margaret Widdemer58

O’er ruined road past draggled field.

Bartholomew F. Griffin118

Oh calling, and calling, at the rising of the sun.

E. Sutton119

On these brown rocks the waves dissolve in spray.

Alice Duer Miller32

O shadows past the candle-gleam, so brief to pause in flight.

Ruth Guthrie Harding57

O thou among the Tuscan hills asleep.

Ruth Shepard Phelps135

Patience—but peace of heart we cannot choose.

Percy MacKaye125

Peace! But there is no peace. To hug the thought.

Percy MacKaye124

Perhaps it doesn’t matter that you died.

Walter Conrad Arensberg109

Sea-rimmed and teeming with millions poured out on thy granite shore.

Edwin Davies Schoonmaker45

She fears him, and will always ask.

Edwin Arlington Robinson70

Singer of England’s ire across the sea.

Percy MacKaye123

Sir, friends, and scholars, we are here to serve.

Bliss Carman3

Soft as a treader on mosses.

Olive Tilford Dargan94

Some for the sadness and sweetness of far evening bells.

William Rose Benét136

Strephon kissed me in the spring.

Sara Teasdale63

Suppose ’twere done!

Bartholomew F. Griffin115

The eager night and the impetuous winds.

Louie Untermeyer43

The last farewells were said, friends hurried ashore.

Conrad Aiken77

The leaves of Autumn and the buds of Spring.

Corinne Roosevelt Robinson11

The rain was over and the brilliant air.

Louis Untermeyer1

There’s a rhythm down the road where the elms overarch.

E. Sutton110

There was a day when death to me meant tears.

Mahlon Leonard Fisher135

This is the truth as I see it, my dear.

Madison Cawein141

Thou lonely, dew-wet mountain road.

Florence Earle Coates12

Through vales of Thrace, Peneus’ stream is flowing.

Arthur Davison Ficke33

Thus drowsy Atthis, laughing at my door.

John Myers O’Hara67

Under the eaves, out of the wet.

Witter Bynner11

We have each other’s deathless love.

Witter Bynner58

When from the brooding home.

James Oppenheim51

“Wherefore, thy woe these many years.

George Sterling68

Within the Jersey City shed.

Joyce Kilmer137

With the first light on the skyline came the rapping of the sickles.

Ruth Guthrie Harding107

With love are you gone mad, O lover of France.

Walter Conrad Arensberg129

Would you lay a pattern on life and say, thus shall ye live?

James Oppenheim44

Ye dead and gone great armies of the world.

Mahlon Leonard Fisher130

You know deep in your heart, it could not last—

Lydia Gibson94

You mean, my friend, you do not greatly care.

Arthur Davison Ficke93

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