Book 2 — INDEX OF FIRST LINES
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A fellow near Kentucky's clime34
A foolish little maiden bought a foolish little bonnet168
'A frightful face'? Wal, yes, yer correct125
A harbor in a sunny, southern city137
Alone in the dreary, pitiless street46
Among the legends sung or said63
An old lady sat in her old arm-chair200
An old man going a lone highway54
April! April! are you here?59
A sad-faced little fellow sits alone in deep disgrace108
At Paris it was, at the opera there72
A traveler on the dusty road97
Away, away in the Northland131
Beneath the hot midsummer sun39
Between broad fields of wheat and corn147
Billy's dead, and gone to glory—so is Billy's sister Nell104
Break, break, break52
Bring, novelist, your note-book! bring, dramatist, your pen!123
By Nebo's lonely mountain45
Chained in the market-place he stood145
Cheeriest room, that morn, the kitchen128
Cleon hath ten thousand acres37
Closed eyes can't see the white roses84
Come to me, O ye children!16
"Corporal Green!" the orderly cried86
Could we but draw back the curtains29
Dear little flag in the window there127
Did you tackle the trouble that came your way132
Don't kill the birds, the pretty birds53
Every coin of earthly treasure12
Far back, in my musings, my thoughts have been cast75
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!94
First on the list is Washington, Virginia's proudest name195
Fling it from mast and steeple202
Give me that grand old volume, the gift of a mother's love117
God makes sech nights, all white an' still59
God said: I am tired of kings62
God send us a little home87
Good Deacon Roland—"May his tribe increase!"178
Go thou thy way, and I go mine162
Grandma told me all about it48
Great were the hearts and strong the minds37
"Hadst thou stayed, I must have fled!"174
Han'some, stranger? Yes, she's purty an' ez peart as she kin be96
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings111
Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?27
He came to my desk with quivering lip202
He who has the vision sees more than you or I146
Hey! little evergreens203
Home they brought her warrior dead74
How are you hoeing your row, my boy?202
Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber35
I asked of Echo, t'other day65
I cannot vouch my tale is true156
I can't tell much about the thing, 'twas done so powerful quick182
I come, I come! ye have called me long26
I'd like to hunt the Injuns 't roam the boundless plain!121
If all the skies were sunshine36
If I had known in the morning119
If I were hanged on the highest hill70
If we should be shipwrecked together206
If you can dress to make yourself attractive153
If you can take your dreams into the classroom165
If you have a friend worth loving167
I have a rendezvous with Death142
I love my prairies, they are mine74
I'm not a chicken; I have seen137
In a dark and dismal alley where the sunshine never came112
In an attic bare and cheerless, Jim the newsboy dying lay52
In a pioneer's cabin out West, so they say130
In a valley, centuries ago36
In Gettysburg at break of day122
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes90
In the hush and the lonely silence65
Into a ward of the whitewashed halls175
I sat alone with my conscience81
I saw him once before20
It is Christmas day in the workhouse193
It isn't the thing you do, dear116
It may be that the words I spoke103
It's easy to talk of the patience of Job82
It takes a heap o' livin' in a houst t' make it home7
It was a bright and lovely summer's morn114
It was an old, old, old, old lady30
It was a sergeant old and gray158
It was a starry night in June, the air was soft and still102
It was in the days when Claverhouse9
It was kept out in the kitchen, and 'twas long and deep and wide177
It was many and many a year ago25
It was the pleasant harvest-time188
It was the twilight hour61
I've got a letter, parson, from my son away out West53
I walked through the woodland meadows9
I wandered lonely where the pine-trees made199
I was mighty good-lookin' when I was young44
I was sitting in my study40
I was strolling one day down the Lawther Arcade169
I went into a public 'ouse to get a pint of beer170
I, who was always counted, they say42
I wish there were some wonderful place32
I wrote some lines once on a time14
Jim Brady's big brother's a wonderful lad206
King David's limbs were weary. He had fled191
Laugh, and the world laughs with you139
Let us be kind143
Life! I know not what thou art65
Like a dream, it all comes o'er me as I hear the Christmas bells47
Like liquid gold the wheat field lies8
Little lamb, who made thee?86
Little lass of Plymouth,—gentle, shy, and sweet154
Little one, come to my knee!89
Marching down to Armageddon157
Mine is a wild, strange story,—the strangest you ever heard106
My grandfather's clock was too tall for the shelf35
Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes131
Never mind me, Uncle Jared, never mind my bleeding breast11
Never yet was a springtime93
No, comrades, I thank you—not any for me87
No gilt or tinsel taints the dress204
No, I never, till life and its shadows shall end140
Not far advanced was morning day95
Not who you are, but what you are66
O for one hour of youthful joy!58
O'Grady lived in Shanty row44
Oh, a wonderful stream is the river of Time51
Oh, East is East, and West is West23
Oh! listen to the water mill through all the livelong day143
Oh, such a commotion under the ground59
"Oh tell me, sailor, tell me true"207
O Liberty, thou child of Law39
O month of fairer, rarer days153
Once in Persia reigned a king159
One sweetly solemn thought48
On the top of the Crumpetty Tree91
O Thou eternal One! whose presence bright162
Our band is few, but true and tried54
Our old brown homestead reared its walls55
Out of the hills of Habersham66
Piller fights is fun, I tell you80
Prop yer eyes wide open, Joey32
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky63
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said33
She sat on the sliding cushion29
She's up there—Old Glory—where lightnings are sped21
She was a Phantom of delight89
Silent he watched them—the soldiers and dog122
Sleepy little, creepy little goblins in the gloaming205
Slow the Kansas sun was setting37
Some die too late and some too soon84
Sometimes w'en I am playin' with some fellers 'at I knows127
Somewhere, out on the blue sea sailing138
South mountain towered upon our right, far off the river lay176
Stand! the ground's your own, my braves!99
Sweet is the voice that called75
Talking of sects quite late one eve180
The autumn is old186
The bells of Mount Vernon are ringing to-day58
The boy stood on the burning deck164
The bravest battle that ever was fought64
The children kept coming one by one146
The coppenter man said a wicked word139
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary28
The district school-master was sitting behind his great book-laden desk 68
The feast is o'er! Now brimming wine57
The gate was thrown open, I rode out alone120
The gret big church wuz crowded full uv broadcloath an' of silk149
The harp that once through Tara's halls71
The joys of living wreathe my face208
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year21
The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone55
The muffled drum's sad roll has beat15
The night was dark when Sam set out76
The old mayor climbed the belfry tower150
There are two kinds of people on earth to-day116
There fell an April shower, one night26
There lay upon the ocean's shore150
There's a dandy little fellow82
There was a Boy; you knew him well, ye cliffs90
There was a sound of revelry by night17
There were ninety and nine166
The rich man's son inherits lands22
The rosy clouds float overhead62
These are the things I hold divine64
The shades of night were falling fast15
The snow and the silence came down together83
The sunlight shone on walls of stone134
The sun's heat will give out in ten million years more203
The sweetest lives are those to duty wed20
The warrior bowed his crested head, and tamed his heart of fire160
The weaver at this loom is sitting171
They grew in beauty, side by side130
They said, "The Master is coming"30
This is the land where hate should die18
Tho' yer lamp o' life is burnin' with a clear and steady light199
Three little words you often see201
'Tis a cold, bleak night! with angry roar77
'Tis a lesson you should heed135
'Tis gone at last, and I am glad; it stayed a fearful while173
'Tis only a half truth the poet has sung28
"To-whit! to-whit! to-whee!"41
Turn back the leaves of history. On yon Pacific shore183
'Twas a stylish congregation, that of Theophrastus Brown18
'Twas on Lake Erie's broad expanse78
'Twas the eve before Christmas; "Good-night" had been said196
Two angels, one of Life and one of Death187
Two little stockings hung side by side141
Want any papers, Mister?94
We all look on with anxious eyes40
We are two travellers, Roger and I49
Well, wife, I found the model church! I worshipped there to-day148
W'en you see a man in woe123
We squander health in search of wealth103
We were crowded in the cabin56
We were not many,—we who stood165
"What fairings will ye that I bring?"92
What flower is this that greets the morn85
What makes the dog's nose always cold?144
Whence come those shrieks so wild and shrill12
Whene'er a noble deed is wrought56
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track8
When I compare34
When Mary Ann Dollinger got the skule daown thar on Injun Bay67
When papa was a little boy you really couldn't find100
When the humid showers gather over all the starry spheres97
When the lessons and tasks are all ended133
When the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour118
Whichever way the wind doth blow67
"Which shall it be? which shall it be?"101
Who comes dancing over the snow153
Who dat knockin' at de do'?71
Why dost thou wildly rush and roar100
Why, yes, dear, we can put it by. It does seem out of place186
With sable-draped banners and slow measured tread140
Work! Thank God for the might of it154
Work thou for pleasure; paint or sing or carve169
Ye banks, and braes, and streams around88
Ye say that all have passed away—that noble race and brave135
Yes, it's a quiet station, but it suits me well enough109
You bad leetle boy, not moche you care80
You may talk o' gin an' beer98
You're going to leave the homestead, John159
Your letter, lady, came too late136
You sail and you seek for the Fortunate Isles168
You say I have asked for the costliest thing155
Transcriber's Note: The poem "Try Try Again" is not credited with an author in the table of contents.
The author of this poem is William E. Hickerson.