Whittier, John G. Whittier, John G. Whittier, John G. Wilcox, Ella Wheeler INDEX OF FIRST LINES A A battered, wrecked old man .... A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract... Walt Whitman .....Leigh Hunt A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! lieve in God A hymn of glory let us sing. Alas! how full of fear.... Alas, my heart is black. A late lark twitters from the quiet skies A little bird I am....... All are but parts of one stupendous whole. .... All night long through the starlit air and the All over the world, I wonder, in lands that I All people that on earth do dwell. All the forms are fugitive ..... Walt Whitman The Venerable Bede Modern Chinese William E. Henley Madame Guyon Alexander Pope Edward Perronet Wilbur Underwood All these on whom the sacred seal was set...... Anna H. Branch A mighty fortress is our God. And did those feet in ancient time. William Blake 614 "And Man is left alone with Man." 'Tis well!..Israel Zangwill 177 And now, behold! as at the approach of the Dante 740 A night: mysterious, tender, quiet, deep.. .. Charlotte P. Gilman 147 A poet lived in Galilee.. As Catholics make of the Redeemer As men who see a city fitly planned As on the bank the poor fish lies As the hand moves over the harp, and the As the hart panteth after the water brooks.....Psalm XLII At first I prayed for Light.. PAGE 50 A thousand sounds, and each a joyful sound. Because on the branch that is tapping my pane..Arthur Guiterman 210 Blessed is the man that walketh not in the coun- sels of the wicked...... Bless the Lord, O my soul.. Bless the Lord, O my Soul .John Oxenham Psalm I Psalm CIV Psalm CIII Rupert Brooke Edwin Markham Blow out, you bugles, over the rich dead....... But whoso may, thrice happy man him hold. By day the fields and meadows cry.. 212 640 628 227 287 698 747 375 525 By one great heart the universe is stirred......Margaret Deland ing feet I track.. C Call me not dead when I, indeed, have gone.... Richard Watson Gilder.. Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of Spring.... Omar Khayyam Come hither lads and hearken, for a tale there is to tell William Morris Come in the hour to set my spirit free.......... Come Thou almighty King Come, we shepherds, whose blest sight.. Come, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish. Count each affliction, whether light or grave.. Ꭰ Darest thou now, O Soul..... ..Walt Whitman ....... 769 Darkening the azure roof of Nero's world..... William Watson 335 Do not pay too much attention to the stupid old Do not pay too much attention to the wandering Thomas S. Jones L Edward Carpenter |