INDEX OF FIRST LINES

Even when joy is near, 265.

Ever when slept the poet his dreams were music, 399.

Face once the thought: This piled up sky of cloud, 174.
Fades the rose; the year grows old, 232.

Fame is an honest thing, 209.

Fixt in one desire, 267.

Fly, thistle-down, fly, 21.

Following the sun, westward the march of power! 125.
Four-walled is my tower, 280.

Friend, why goest thou forth, 106.

Friends, beware! 334.

From every motion, every lovely line, 420.

From love to love she passes on this day, 420.

From the happy first time, 346.

From the shade of the elms that murmured above thy birth, 205.

Gay! — as the hot crater's crust all lightning-lit, 453.

Gentle and generous, brave-hearted, kind, 310.

"Give me a theme," the little poet cried, 126.

Give thy day to Duty, 350.

Glorious that ancient art! 212.

Glory and honor and fame and everlasting laudation, 160.

God of the strong, God of the weak, 356.

Grace, majesty, and the calm bliss of life, 145.

Great God, to whom since time began, 57.

Great nature is an army gay, 170.

Great Universe — what dost thou with thy dead! 68.

Greece was; Greece is no more, 201.

He fails who climbs to power and place, 163.

He is gone! We shall not see again, 139.

He knows not the path of duty, 37.

He of the ocean is, its thunderous waves, 210.

He pondered well, looked in his heart, 337.

He sang the rose, he praised its fragrant breath, 335.
He speaks not well who doth his time deplore, 270.
He the great World-Musician at whose stroke, 49.
He who hath the sacred fire, 367.

Henceforth before these feet, 227.

Her delicate form, her night of hair, 345.

Her voice was like the song of birds, 218.

Here, by the great waters, 315.

Here for the world to see men brought their fairest, 204.

Here rests the heart whose throbbing shook the earth! 298.
Here stays the house, here stay the selfsame places, 100.

Here was as loyal soul as ever drew, 452.

His life was generous as his life was long, 347.

His was the love of art and song, 300.

Home of my forebears, home of my dreaming childhood, 409.

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How curves the little river, through Glen Gilder, O Glen Gilder, 417.

How easily my neighbor chants his creed, 180.

How strange the musician's memory, never wrong, 390.
How strange to look upon the life beyond, 230.
How to the singer comes the song? 253.
How wonderful and sweet, 452.

I am a woman - therefore I may not, 98.

I am the spirit of the morning sea, 73.

I asked me: what in all the world so odd, 421.

I asked you to read my poem, so shameless was I, 420.

I awoke in the morning not knowing, 445.

I called you once to the sea, 325.

I came to a great city. Palaces, 298.

I care not if the skies are white, 147.

I count my time by times that I meet thee, 32.

I dreamed a rose; it bloomed, 440.

I dreamed a tender and mysterious dream, 419.
I flung a stone into a grassy field, 94.

I give this token to the son of him, 349.

I heard the bells of Bethlehem ring, 243.

I knew the Rucellai had choice of villas, 295.
I know a girl - she is a poet's daughter, 123.
"I know," he said, 110.

I know not if I love her overmuch, 4.

I know thou art not that brown mountain-side, 22.

I like her gentle hand that sometimes strays, 4.

I like your book, my boy, 133.

I looked from the window with hungry eyes, 452.

I love her gentle forehead, 19.

I met a traveler on the road, 7.

I pray thee, dear, think not alone of me, 23.

I read that, in his sleep, the poet died, 332.

I read the poet's verses by the stream, 454.

I remember, 307.

I sat in the crowded theater. The first notes, 120.
I saw not the leaf, 223.

I see it all; my soul the dregs hath drunk, 369.
I thought I knew the mountain's every mood, 150.
I thought in Egypt, Death was more than Life, 299.
I thought in Syria, Life was more than Death, 300.

I thought this day to bring to thee, 24.

I will be brave for thee, dear heart; for thee, 14.

I would that in the verse she loved some word, 140.

I would that my words were as my fingers, 20.

If ever flashed upon this mortal scene, 215.

If Jesus Christ is a man, 53.

If, lest thy heart betray thee, 305.

If, one great day, the God I see 457.

If songs were perfume, color, wild desire, 210.

If you wish, go be a pig, 421.

In a far, lonely land at last I came, 401.

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In a little theater, in the Jewry of the New World, 406.
In a night of midsummer, on the still eastern shore, 390.
In a starry night of June, before the moon had come, 286.
In darkness of the visionary night, 55.

In Heaven's happy bowers, 96.

In her young eyes the children looked and found, 153.
In life's hard fight this poet did his part, 333.

In Love of City here we take our stand, 349.

In one rich drop of blood, ah, what a sea, 273.

In that dread, dreamed-of hour, 233.

In the child-garden buds and blows, 216.

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In the cities no longer the blaring of trumpets that summon to battle, 404.
In the embers shining bright, 93.

In the hall of the king the loud mocking of many at one, 45.

In the House of State at Albany, 402.

In the long studio from whose towering walls, 110.

In the morning of the skies, 132.

In the old farm-house living-room, 285.

In the white midday's full, imperious show, 185.

In thine anger it was said, 401.

In this high ode with its great shadow-kings, 344.

In this valley far and lonely, 255.

In those clear, piercing, piteous eyes behold, 357.
In Wordsworth's orchard, one sweet summer day, 293.
In youth he braved a monarch's ire, 392.

Into this musing, Memory! thou hast brought, 306.

Is Hope a phantom? Holds the crystal cup, 305.

Is 't I for whom the law's brute penalty, 172.

Is this the price of beauty! Fairest, thou, 167.

It was but yesterday she walked these streets, 394.

John Carman of Carmeltown, 103.

Keep pure thy soul! 229.

Land of the South, — whose stricken heart and brow, 114.
Laureate of the Gentle Heart! 309.

Let fall the ruin propt by Europe's hands! 246.

Let not thy listening spirit be abashed, 378.

Let other gray-beards mourn the flight of years, 420.

Life came to me and spoke, 151.

Life is the cost, 171.

Life is the hammer that strikes, 344.

Lightnings and tremblings and a voice of thunder, 389.

Like the bright picture ere the lamp is lit, 254.

Lisa Romana! no mean city gave, 309.

Lo! here another, 263.

Lo, now it comes once more; lo, my heart leaps again, 327.

Lonely Pope upon his throne, 296.

"Lost leaders" no, they are not lost, 397.

Love is not bond to any man, 37.

Love, Love, my love, 30.

Love me not, Love, for that I first loved thee, 14.
Lovelier, lovelier this place, 452.

Love's look finds loveliness in all the world, 254.

Many the names, the souls, the faces dear, 310.
Many the songs of power the poet wrought, 129.
Maria mia! all in white, 418.

Me mystic? Have your way! 257.

Men grow old before their time, 137.

Midway the valley, fronting the flusht morn, 437.
Mother and Child! There is no holier sight, 330.
Mother of heroes, she of them who gave, 331.
Mountains and valleys! dear ye are to me, 259.
Mountains in whose vast shadows live great names, 391.
Mourn for his death, but for his life rejoice, 332.
Music beneath the Stars! remembering him, 458.
My chimney is builded, 82.

My love for thee doth march like armèd men, 12.
My love grew with the growing night, 23.
My songs are all of thee, what tho' I sing, 35.
Myriads of souls from out the unknown vast, 448.

Navies nor armies can exalt the state, 164.
Nine years to heaven had flown, 93.

No bugle on the blast, 207.

No heavenly maid we here behold, 52.
"No, no," she said, 262.

No song-bird, singing, soaring, 285.

No verses I can bring her, 345.

Not alone in pain and gloom, 174.

Not from the whole wide world I chose thee, 31.
Not here, but somewhere, so men say, 262.
Not his to guide the ship while tempests blow, 118.
Not ignoble are the days of, 315.

Not wreaths alone, for him who wins the fight, 349.
Not yet the orchard lifted, 75.

November winds, blow mild, 92.

Now is the city great! That deep-voiced bell, 269.

Now who can take from us what we have known, 62.

Now you who rhyme, and I who rhyme, 141.

O birds of Westland, singing on, 458.

O, dear is the song of the pine, 220.

O ease my heart, sad song, O ease my heart! 213.

O, father's gone to market-town, he was up before the day, 76.

O gates of ice! long have ye held our loved ones, 107.

O, give me music in the twilight hour! 384.

O glorious Sabbath sun, thou art, 307.

O highest, strongest, sweetest woman-soul! 36.

O, how shall I help to right the world that is going wrong! 112.

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O kindred stars, wherethrough his soul in flight, 424.

O, love is not a summer mood, 36.

O majesty and loveliness in one! 297.

O man of light and lore! 177.

O man with your rule and measure, 131.

O mighty river, triumphing to the sea, 34.

O purer far than ever I, 445.

O strange Spring days, when from the shivering ground, 32.

O sweet wild roses that bud and blow, 22.

O, that was the year the last of those before thee, 235.

O thou my Love, love first my lonely soul! 15.

O thou whom Virgil and thy Beatrice, 281.

O veil of stars! O dread magnificence! 459.

O white and midnight sky! O starry bath! 41.

O, whither has she fled from out the dawning and the day? 440.
Of a dream I would sing and a river I saw in a dream, 437.

Of all earth's shrines this is the mightiest, 247.

Of his dear Lord he painted all the life, 297.

Of life, of death the mystery and woe, 145.

Of my fair lady's lovers there were two, 87.

Of other men I know no jealousy, 16.

On that old faith I will take hold once more, 369.

On the day that Christ ascended, 242.

On the sad winter trees, 232.

On the sun-dial in the garden, 434.

On the wild rose tree, 77.

On this day Browning died? 158.

On this great day a child of time and fate, 341.

Once, looking from a window on a land, 58.

Once only, Love, may love's sweet song be sung, 17.

Once wandering far in Asia, lo, we came, 340.
Once when a maiden maidenly went by, 31.

Once when we walked within a summer field, 18.

One by one the flowers of the garden, 436.

One day the poet's harp lay on the ground, 43.
One deed may mar a life, 230.

One rose of song, 396.

One Sabbath eve, betwixt green Avon's banks, 292.

One singer in the oratorio, 387.

One who this valley passionately loved, 323.

Over the roofs of the houses I hear the barking of Leo, 154.

Passion is a wayward child, 155.

Patriot, and sage, and lover of his kind, 451.

"Pity the blind!" Yes, pity those, 400.

Queens have there been of many a fair domain, 280.

Quietly, like a child, 158.

Rejoice! Rejoice! 388.

Relentless Time, that gives both harsh and kind, 374.

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