Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern American Poetry. 1919.
Index of First Lines
- A bomb has fallen over Notre Dame
- Across the fields of yesterday
- A fierce unrest seethes at the core
- A flying word from here and there
- After the whipping, he crawled into bed
- A hut, and a tree
- All day long I have been working
- All the afternoon there has been a chirping of birds
- Aloof upon the day’s immeasured dome
- An apple orchard smells like wine
- An old silver church in a forest
- Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup
- A pitcher of mignonette
- A poet had a cat
- Apparition of these faces in the crowd
- Apple-green west and an orange bar
- Be in me as the eternal moods
- Blackbird, blackbird in the cage
- Black swallows swooping or gliding
- Clearing in the forest
- Dark on the gold west
- Drug clerk stands behind the counter
- Eager night and the impetuous winds
- Ere yet the giants of modern science had gone a-slumming in smelly slums
- Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
- Fog comes
- For God, our God is a gallant foe
- From their folded mates they wander far
- Garden beds I wandered by
- Giuseppe, da barber, ees greata for “mash“
- Give a rouse, then, in the Maytime
- God has a house three streets away
- God, though this life is but a wraith
- Go ‘way, fiddle! folks is tired o’ hearin’ you a-squawkin‘
- He fought for his soul, and the stubborn fighting
- Hem and Haw were the sons of sin
- How memory cuts away the years
- How many humble hearts have dipped
- How pitiful are little folk
- I ain’t afraid uv snakes or toads, or bugs or worms or mice
- I asked the heaven of stars
- I’d rather have Fingers than Toes
- I gotta lov’ for Angela
- I have a rendezvous with Death
- I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
- I have shut my little sister in from life and light
- I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses
- I met a little Elf-man, once
- Immortal love, too high for my possessing
- In a dark hour, tasting the Earth
- I never saw a moor
- I never saw a Purple Cow
- I set apart a day for wandering
- Is it as plainly in our living shown
- I think that I shall never see
- It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning
- It is portentous, and a thing of state
- Its cloven hoofprint on the sand
- I went out to the woods to-day
- I went to the dances at Chandlerville
- I went to turn the grass once after one
- I would that all men my hard case would know
- Just now
- Lean coyote, prowler of the night
- Let me live out my years in heat of blood!
- Like a gaunt, scraggly pine
- Lincoln?
- Listen to the tawny thief
- Little toy dog is covered with dust
- Look—on the topmost branches of the world
- Lo, to the battle-ground of Life
- Man’s mind is larger than his brow of tears
- Moon in heaven’s garden, among the clouds that wander
- Night was thick and hazy
- North and west along the coast among the misty islands
- Oh, where the white quince blossom swings
- Old house leans upon a tree
- Old Uncle Jim was as blind as a mole
- Once, in the sultry heat of midsummer
- Order is a lovely thing
- Out of me unworthy and unknown
- Outside hove Shasta, snowy height on height
- Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune
- O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
- Park is filled with night and fog
- Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo
- Rich man has his motor-car
- Seen you down at chu’ch las’ night
- Serene the silver fishes glide
- She limps with halting painful pace
- Silver dust
- Sky
- Sky is low, the clouds are mean
- Sleep softly * * * eagle forgotten * * * under the stone
- Smoothing a cypress beam
- Solemn light behind the barns
- Something there is that doesn’t love a wall
- Sometimes when all the world seems grey and dun
- Strange that I did not know him then
- Streets of the roaring town
- Stuff of the moon
- Teach me, Father, how to go
- There are strange shadows fostered of the moon
- There is no frigate like a book
- There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood
- There’s nothing very beautiful and nothing very gay
- These be
- They say that dead men tell no tales!
- They set the slave free, striking off his chains
- Through the dim window, I could see
- Tingling shafts of light
- To what new fates, my country, far
- Twine then the rays
- Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
- Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf
- Week had gloomily begun
- What delightful hosts are they
- When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs
- When Bill was a lad he was terribly bad
- Whenever Richard Cory went down town
- When I am dead and over me bright April
- When I consider Life and its few years
- When I see birches bend to left and right
- When quacks with pills political would dope us
- When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock
- When the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour
- When Venus said: “Spell no for me“
- Whirl up, sea
- Without the slightest basis
- Woods stretch wild to the mountain side
- Yes, my ha’t’s ez ha’d ez stone
- You to the left and I to the right