William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Massachusetts Poets. 1922.
Index to First Lines
- A castle stands in Yorkshire
- Across the Bay are low-lying cliffs
- After the song the love, and after the love the play
- All day long he kept the sheep
- A road goes up a pleasant hill
- A rose to the living is more
- A shepherd piping, herald of the Night
- Bed is the boon for me!
- Before him rolls the dark, relentless ocean
- Burnt are the petals of life as a rose fallen and crumbled to dust
- Columbkille! Saint Columbkille!
- Dearest, we are like two flowers
- Ebb on with me across the sunset tide
- Enough has been said about roses
- Fly back where Melodies like lilies grow
- Four graves there are upon the wooded crest
- Fresh mists of Roman dawn
- German Retreat From Arras
- God said, and frowned, as He looked on Shropshire clay
- God, through his offspring Nature, gave me love
- Green golden door, swing in, swing in!
- High in the apple bough jauntily swinging
- Horseman, springing from the dark
- How many are the scenes he limned
- I can’t forget a gaunt grey barn
- If there be leaves on the forest floor
- I love to watch the world from here, for all
- I ran into the sunset light
- I saw an idler on a summer day
- I’ve been a hopeless sinner, but I understand a saint
- I walk down the garden paths
- I walked with poets in my youth
- Let me be great, as stars are great
- Little fellow, brown with wind
- Mary, the Christ long slain, passed silently
- Miss Doane was sixty, probably
- Must I, who walk alone
- My love will come in autumn-time
- Night of infinite power and infinite silence and space
- Not flesh alone am I, when I can be
- O beauteous boy a-dream, what visions sought
- O beautiful for spacious skies
- Of old our father’s God was real
- Oh do not Pity me because I gave
- O hearken, all ye little weeds
- Old Michael Pat he said to me
- O little soldier with the golden helmet
- O swift forerunners, rosy with the race!
- Out of one heart the birds and I together
- Over the twilight field
- Over where the Irish hedges
- O wild heart, track the land’s perfume
- Red rooster in your gray coop
- Red wreaths
- She reached for sunset fires
- She said, “Lift high the cup!”
- Sitteth by the red cairn a brown One, a hoofed One
- Soldier and singer of Erin
- Some saw a dragon eating up the light
- Stay, flaming rose, ’twould grieve her heart
- Such quiet sleep has come to them!
- That odd, fantastic ass, Rousseau
- The cretonne in your willow chair
- The fog inrolling, dark and still
- The German people reared them
- The great world stretched its arms to me and held me to its breast
- The Moods have laid their hands across my hair
- The moon is a wavering rim where one fish slips
- There where the sea enwrapt
- The scent of lilac in the air
- The swart Italian in the trolley car
- The woods grew dark; black shadows rocked
- They wrapped my soul in eiderdown
- Thick dappled by circles of sunshine and fluttering shade
- This is the song of the wave! The mighty one!
- This pansy has a thinking face
- Through twelve stout generations
- Thy hills are kneeling in the tardy spring
- Traveling at dusk the noisy city street
- Upon the hills of Garlingtown
- Waves and Wings and Growing Things!
- We long for her, we yearn for her
- What is more beautiful
- When I was but a young lad
- When the time for parting comes, and the day is on the wane
- Where are the friends that I knew in my Maying
- Where art Thou, O my Lord?
- Why should I sing of my present? It is nothing to me or you
- You may think my life is quiet
- You, who have given me your name