INDEX OF FIRST LINES A A battered, wrecked old man A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract. A fire-mist and a planet Walt Whitman . Henry F. Lyte William Wordsworth A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! Ah, more than any priest, O soul, we too be- lieve in God A hymn of glory let us sing. 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 All these on whom the sacred seal was set. 63 502 126 57 pass Bernard Rascas 86 away All this is one.. All travail of high thought.. A mighty fortress is our God. morning As Catholics make of the Redeemer .Sir Lewis Morris And did those feet in ancient time............ William Blake A night: mysterious, tender, quiet, deep. A poet lived in Galilee... As men who see a city fitly planned 197 498 614 177 As on the bank the poor fish lies As the hand moves over the harp, and the strings speak Ode VI of Solomon..... 475 PAGE As the hart panteth after the water brooks.. .....Psalm XLII 50 421 A thousand sounds, and each a joyful sound.... Edward E. Hale 229 Emily Dickinson 674 Because I could not stop for Death.. Because on the branch that is tapping my pane..Arthur Guiterman Emily Dickinson 672 210 Blessed are they that have eyes to see.........John Oxenham sels of the wicked... Bless the Lord, O my soul. Bless the Lord, O my Soul Blow, bugle, blow Blow out, you bugles, over the rich dead. 640 Rupert Brooke 698 By the light of burning heretics Christ's bleed- James Russell Lowell.... 642 с Call me not dead when I, indeed, have gone.... Richard Watson Gilder. Calm soul of all things! be it mine.. Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of Spring....Omar Khayyam Come hither lads and hearken, for a tale there is to tell Come in the hour to set my spirit free. Curb for the stubborn steed.... ... Thomas Moore Count each affliction, whether light or grave..... Sir Aubrey de Vere..... 596 534 . Charlemagne 577 489 Ꭰ Darest thou now, O Soul.... ..... Darkening the azure roof of Nero's world... Walt Whitman .Siegfried Sassoon Day and night I wander wildly through the wil- derness of thought Day is dying in the west. Day will return with a fresher boon Deep cradled in the fringed mow to lie. Do not crouch to-day and worship. Do not pay too much attention to the stupid old Do not pay too much attention to the wandering Down in the meadow, spent with dew.. ...... 352 Gamaliel Bradford Edward Carpenter ..Edward Carpenter Down through the spheres there came the Name ..... 57 552 195 372 673 307 754 704 ...... ...... |