Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1920.
Index to First Lines
- All day long I have been working
- All the men of Harbury go down to the sea in ships
- April now walks the fields again
- A red-cap sang in Bishop’s wood
- As it
- As I went over the Far Hill
- Atropos, dread
- At the first hour, it was as if one said, “Arise.”
- Autumn in Oregon is wet as Spring
- A wind rose in the night
- Because on the branch that is tapping my pane
- Because we felt there could not be
- Before I die I may be great
- Behind the house is the millet plot
- Belovèd, till the day break
- Bend now thy body to the common weight!
- Be not angry with me that I bear
- Be patient, Life, when Love is at the gate
- Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye
- Booth led boldly with his big bass drum
- Brother Tree
- But now the Dream has come again, the world is as of old
- By the fond name that was his own and mine
- By the rosy cliffs of Devon, on a green hill’s crest
- Cold is the wind to-night, and rough the sea
- Come, when the pale moon like a petal
- Dark winds of the mountain
- Dear, when I went with you
- Death is like moonlight in a lofty wood
- Deep in the heart of me,Nothing but You!
- Down by the railroad in a green valley
- Drowsily come the sheep
- Earth has gone up from its Gethsemane
- Fifty years spent before I found me
- Gone are the three, those sisters rare
- Good-bye to tree and tower
- Grasshopper, your fairy song
- Great god whom I shall carve from this gray stone
- Have you an eye for the trails, the trails
- Here in the level country
- He was straight and strong, and his eyes were blue
- “How, how,” he said. “Friend Chang,” I said
- How many million Aprils came
- How may one hold these days of wonderment
- How memory cuts away the years
- How much of Godhood did it take
- I am all alone in the room
- I am in love with high far-seeing places
- I am not old, but old enough
- I am the Dark Cavalier; I am the Last Lover
- I cannot but remember
- I cannot tell you now
- I cannot think nor reason
- I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts
- I do not fear to lay my body down
- I’d rather have the thought of you
- I dreamed I passed a doorway
- I envy the feeble old man
- I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
- If you should tire of loving me
- I have an understanding with the hills
- I have a rendezvous with Death
- I have heard the wild geese
- I have killed the moth flying around my night-light
- I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
- I heard a bird at break of day
- I heard an old farm-wife
- I know the sorrows of the last abyss
- I know you are too dear to stay
- I make my shroud, but no one knows
- In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet
- In came the moon and covered me with wonder
- I never knew the earth had so much gold
- In spite of war, in spite of death
- In the cold I will rise, I will bathe
- In the loam we sleep
- In the still cold before the sun
- In the very early morning when the light was low
- In Tilbury Town did Old King Cole
- I pass a lighted window
- I saw the first pear
- I sing of sorrow
- Is there no voice in the world to come crying
- I think that I shall never see
- It is moonlight. Alone in the silence
- It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning
- It is not Spring—not yet
- It is portentous, and a thing of state
- I’ve seen her pass with eyes upon the road
- I walk down the garden paths
- I went out to the farthest meadow
- I will be the gladdest thing
- Jerico, Jerico
- John Brown and Jeanne at Fontainebleau
- Kenton and Deborah, Michael and Rose
- Let others give you wealth and love
- Like a gaunt, scraggly pine
- Like a young child who to his mother’s door
- Little brown surf-bather of the mountains!
- Little park that I pass through
- Lord Gabriel, wilt thou not rejoice
- Lord, in this hour of tumult
- Mine eyes are filled today with old amaze
- Mother, in some sad evening long ago
- Music I heard with you was more than music
- My brother, man, shapes him a plan
- My faith is all a doubtful thing
- My land was the west land; my home was on the hill
- My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree
- My love it should be silent, being deep
- My shoulders ache beneath my pack
- Name me no names for my disease
- Nevermore singing
- No doubt this active will
- O bitter herb, Forgetfulness
- O clinging hands, and eyes where sleep has set
- O Earth-and-Autumn of the Setting Sun
- O’er Carmel fields in the springtime
- O Glass-Blower of time
- O God that I
- Oh, cut me reeds to blow upon
- Oh, praise me not the silent folk
- One glance and I had lost her in the riot
- One ought not to have to care
- Order is a lovely thing
- Our little house upon the hill
- Out of the window a sea of green trees
- O wind, rend open the heat
- O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
- Pan, blow your pipes and I will be
- Pierrette has gone, but it was not
- Rich, honored by my fellow citizens
- Roof-tops, roof-tops, what do you cover?
- She follows me about my House of Life
- She goes all so softly
- Sleep on—I lie at heaven’s high oriels
- Softly at dawn a whisper stole
- Some days my thoughts are just cocoons
- Space, and the twelve clean winds of heaven
- Spring!
- Suddenly bells and flags!
- Sun on the dewy grasslands where late the frost hath shone
- Tell me
- That overnight a rose could come
- The bells of Osenèy
- The bride, she wears a white, white rose
- The day before April
- The first faint dawn was flushing up the skies
- The hills far-off were blue, blue
- The Kings are passing deathward in the dark
- The man Flammonde, from God knows where
- There be five things to a man’s desire
- There is a memory stays upon old ships
- There’s a path that leads to Nowhere
- There’s nothing very beautiful and nothing very gay
- There was a day when death to me meant tears
- There were not many at that lonely place
- There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground
- The ships are lying in the bay
- The sky
- The snow is lying very deep
- The Spring blew trumpets of color
- The Spring will come when the year turns
- The stranger in my gates—lo! that am I
- The swan existing
- The Wide Door into Sorrow
- Though wisdom underfoot
- Tired of man’s futile, petty cry
- To-day I have grown taller from walking with the trees
- To-night eternity alone is near
- Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
- Under our curtain of fire
- Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells
- We ask that Love shall rise to the divine
- Well, if the thing is over, better it is for me
- What sudden bugle calls us in the night
- What though the moon should come
- What waspish whim of Fate
- When Dragon-fly would fix his wings
- Whenever Richard Cory went down town
- When he went blundering back to God
- When I come back from secret dreams
- When I see birches bend to left and right
- When, sick of all the sorrow and distress
- When the rose of Morn through the Dawn was breaking
- Where love once was, let there be no hate
- Whether the time be slow or fast
- Who is the runner in the skies
- Why should we argue with the falling dust
- With all the fairest angels nearest God
- Would you not be in Tryon
- Yearly thrilled the plum tree
- Ye morning-glories, ring in the gale your bells
- You are beautiful and faded
- Your eyes and the valley are memories