INDEX OF FIRST LINES

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A blood-red ring hung round the moon[198]
Adieu to these!—Niagara, thy roar[351]
A forethought of the fated reign of peace[78]
After her bath yet early in the day[270]
Ah, list the music of the whistling wings[17]
Ah, what if the mind[2]
A lark sprang up to greet the dawn[181]
A little while before the fall was done[341]
All day the sun drops gold, the grassy mead[244]
All hail to the day when the Britons came over[147]
Among the fine old kings that reign[215]
An ashen grey touched faint my night-dark room[279]
And no one saw, while it was dark[349]
And this is Louisburg, whose moss-grown ruin[144]
A perfect artist hath been here; the scene[40]
A rocky channel from the harbor led[111]
Around the world the fame is blown[230]
Art thou not sweet, Oh world[210]
As hills seem Alps, when veiled in misty shroud[288]
A shell lies silent on a lonely shore[261]
A star leant down and laid a silver hand[77]
A stream of tender gladness[157]
As the light beyond draws nearer[200]
As the twilight's grey was swallowed[118]
As time past onwards, day by day[217]
At husking time the tassel fades[156]
At the close of the day, when the year was a-dying[98]
At the forging of the Sword[76]
At the postern gate of Day[208]
Awake, my country, the hour is great with change[296]
Ay, lay them to rest on the prairie[64]
A young-eyed seer, amid the leafy ways[192]
Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm[158]
Behind Jacques Cartier's hills the sun sinks low[11]
Behold the foe of Grub Street's lettered fools[30]
Behold, the maize fields set their pennons free[368]
Beshrew the coined gold!—and so, take heed[141]
Birds that were grey in the green are black in the yellow[128]
Bite deep and wide, O Axe, the tree[73]
Blue-black like the breast of the gusty sea[243]
Borne on the wavelets of thy fluent notes[238]
Butterfly, Flutter by[68]
By cliffs grown grey, as men grow grey[346]
Canada, Canada, land of the maple[289]
City about whose brow the north wind blows[329]
"Close up in front, and steady, lads!" brave Stewart cries, "They're here"[70]
"Cold," cried the wind on the hill[310]
Columbus came to thee and called thee new[356]
Come and let me make thee glad[338]
Come down from the heights, my bird[386]
Come, happy morn, serene and fair[32]
Come hither, Sleep, from Chio's isle[225]
Come, walk with the world and go down to the destitute homes of the poor[354]
Cradled within the arms of night[22]
Dark tresses made rich with all treasures[255]
Dead! dead! And now before[26]
Deserted nest, that on the leafless tree[148]
Did you see the snowy castle[379]
Down from the blue the sun has driven[227]
Down the long lanes of Arcadie[312]
Do you remember, dear, a night in June[197]
Draw nigh with reverence, Canada[211]
Dreary, dreary, Fundy's mists are sweeping[59]
Enough! the lie is ended. God only owns the land[27]
Eyes of blue and hair of gold[2]
Eyes that we look into—so[309]
Facing the ocean, guardian of our land[117]
Fair bird, whose silvery pinions sweep[212]
Faith spread her wings to seek the realms of day[202]
Fancy many forms assumes[121]
For three whole days across the sky[170]
From out the cold house of the north[8]
God spake three times and saved Van Elsen's soul[335]
God speaks, life beats within the brain[69]
Gone, brother, lover, son![63]
Good Christmas bells, I pray you[91]
Greatest twain among the nations[318]
Hack and Hew were the sons of God[49]
Had I two loaves of bread—ay—ay![276]
Hail, first of the Spring[277]
Hail to the pride of the forest—hail![244]
Helot drink—nor spare the wine[74]
Here at the change of ways, the steel steed halts[117]
Here is the old church. Now I see it all[285]
Her gold hair fallen about her face[313]
He sits at last among his peers[249]
He wandered down, an Orpheus wilder-souled[358]
He who but yesterday would roam[300]
He who would start and rise[304]
Hilloo, hilloo, hilloo, hilloo[370]
How beautiful she was, the little maiden[240]
How bold the Imagination and how strong[281]
How fair thou art the poets long have known[138]
How thick about the window of my life[377]
Hushed is the voice of scorn[380]
I am, and therefore these[278]
I ask not for Thy love, O Lord; the days[315]
I awoke from the dreams of the night[96]
I came upon a drawer to-day[20]
I come, ye lovely wildwood groves[232]
"If Peepy had lived," the mother sighed[161]
If, pilgrim, chance thy steps should lead[219]
If you would see Venice as she is[359]
I had a garden when I was a boy[110]
I have been wandering where the daisies grow[9]
I hear the bells at eventide[326]
I hear the wondrous lyre[353]
I know not what my heart has lost[261]
I know that death is God's interpreter[346]
I know thee not, O spirit fair[184]
I'll sing you a song of the sea[120]
I loiter here within the ancient town[33]
I loved my Art, I loved it when the tide[264]
In a city of churches and chapels[202]
In a veil of white vapor, hushed stars moving through[31]
In meadows deep with hay, I see[367]
In my heart are many chambers through which I wander free[286]
In shadowy calm the boat[351]
In sooth he was a mighty king[189]
In the glimmering light of the Old Regime[25]
In the heart of a man[301]
In the Rheingan standeth Aix[106]
In the silence of the morning, through the softly rising mist[381]
I read on de paper mos' ev'ry day, all about Jubilee[101]
I rested on the breezy height[323]
I sat within the temple of the heart[320]
I see a schooner in the bay[327]
I shall not pass this way again[382]
Is there a God, then, above us?[43]
I stood and saw the angel of the dawn[206]
I swing to the sunset land[159]
I swing to the land of morn[159]
I talked about you, Dear, the other night[292]
It comes! This strange bird from a distant clime[236]
It comforts me through all my days[251]
I thought as I watched in the dawning dim[265]
I thought of death beside the lonely sea[329]
It is enough that in this burdened time[264]
It is growing dark[283]
It was one of those grand cathedrals,[177]
I watch the printer's clever hand[218]
I watch the ships by town and lea[114]
I will not tell thee why the land[271]
Joy came in youth as a humming-bird[10]
Last night, and there came a guest[99]
Let other tongues in older lands[116]
Let us bury him here[339]
Life gives us better than it takes away[250]
Life has two sovereign moments[167]
Lightly He blows, and at His breath they fall[304]
Like gallant courtiers, the forest trees[379]
Like Israel's seer I come from out the earth[280]
Like marble, nude, against the purple sky[137]
Like mists that round a mountain grey[192]
Little Miss Blue Eyes opens the door[374]
Long, long ago, it seems, this summer morn[172]
Love built a crimson house[48]
Lover of man, if not of God, the Sea[238]
Love sayeth: Sing of me![197]
Love's sun, like that of day, may set, and set[321]
May, blighted by keen frosts, passed on to June[364]
Merry mad-cap on the tree[229]
Methought the stream of Time had backward rolled[343]
Mildly through the mists of night[348]
Mother of Swords! while the river runs[268]
My purest longings spring[114]
My sandalled feet are firm and fleet[160]
Mysterious life! we speak as if we knew[248]
Naked and shaggy, they herded at eve by the sound of the seas[332]
Nilus! Nilus! and before them rolled[107]
No flame of war was he, no flower of grace[166]
Not in eyed, expectant gloom[303]
Not to be conquered by these headlong days[168]
Now along the solemn heights[307]
Now hath the summer reached her golden close[174]
Now the Fraser gleamed[87]
Now wherefore trembles still the string[83]
O, bella fior del mondo! to-morrow[316]
O blessed angel of the All-bounteous King[85]
O brothers! thro' how many lands[196]
O covering grasses! O unchanging trees[340]
O do you hear the merry waters falling[193]
O elder sister, though thou didst of yore[342]
O'er the white waste of drifted sands unstable[260]
Of all the tiny race of Skye[341]
Oft I have met her[236]
O gifted son of our dear land and time[288]
Oh, Gentle-breath goes singing, goes singing through the grass[138]
Oh the shambling sea is a sexton old[46]
Oh, what could wake life that first sweet flame[286]
O, Love builds on the azure sea[73]
O Love, can the tree lure the summer bird[356]
O master-builder, blustering as you go[377]
On a stone by the wayside, half-naked and cold[213]
Once more the robin flutes in glee[145]
Once ye were happy, once by many a shore[169]
One by one they pass away[243]
"Only a penny, Sir!"[280]
Only in dreams she appears to me[129]
On the crimson cloth[3]
Open, my heart, the ruddy valves[131]
Ope your doors and take me in[376]
O Richard, my King, lion-hearted, behold[36]
O rivers rolling to the sea[297]
O ship incoming from the sea[325]
O sweet unto my heart is the song my mother sings[262]
O tender love of long ago[330]
O, the East is but the West, with the sun a little hotter[344]
O Thou who hast beneath Thy hand[309]
O Twenty, running through the wood[140]
Our mother is the good green earth[372]
Out of the dreams that heap[305]
Over the field the bright air clings and tingles[326]
O very, very far from our dull earth[72]
Pale Melancholy, faithfully thou lov'st[352]
Pallid saffron glows the broken stubble[322]
Proud, languid lily of the sacred Nile[109]
Quebec, the grey old city on the hill[36]
Remote, upon the sunset shrine[194]
Ripple, ripple, ripple[180]
Rome, Florence, Venice,—noble, fair and quaint[186]
"Saddle and mount and away"——[23]
Sang one of England in his island home[357]
Sans peur et sans reproche!—our lion-heart[199]
See how the Morn awakes. Along the sky[132]
She died—as die the roses[204]
She is so winsome and so wise[35]
Shaper of breathing lives, and Lord of all above[350]
Shepherd Jesus, in Thy arms[69]
Shy bird of the silver arrows of song[1]
Simon bent to his hissing saw[133]
Since I rose out of child-oblivion[265]
Sing a song of springtime[205]
Sing me a song of the great Dominion[290]
Sleep, sleep imperious heart! Sleep, fair and undefiled![295]
Slowly rose the dœdal Earth[321]
Some glad thing comes to me[252]
Son of Britannia's isle[361]
"Son of Light," I murmured lowly[92]
So sat I yesterday, with weary eyes[163]
So tremulous the flame of thinking burns[224]
Speed on, speed on, good Master[336]
Sprung from a sword-sheath fit for Mars[126]
Standing on tiptoe ever since my youth[43]
Still, in the light of morning grey[142]
Still, though the sun is setting[241]
"Summer is dead!"—it was the wind that spake[142]
Sweet child of an April shower[231]
Swifter the flight! Far, far and high[67]
Swift troopers twain ride side by side[373]
Take not from me my lute[104]
Take the mouldering dust[247]
Talk not to me of Tempe's flowery vale[205]
The air is still, the night is dark[247]
The blooming flowers, the galaxies of space[277]
The bloom of the roses, the youth of the fair[382]
The brine is in our blood from days of yore[142]
The broad round-shouldered giant Earth[81]
The chime of bells across the waking sky[313]
The dark has passed and the chill Autumn morn[8]
The darkness brings no quiet here, the light[168]
The days begin to wane and evening lifts[6]
The dew is gleaming in the grass[169]
The dusky warriors stood in groups[182]
The dykes, half-bare, are lying in the bath[137]
The earth is the cup of the sun[170]
The furrows of life Time is plowing[353]
The heart of Merrie England sang in thee[30]
Their very gods, it seems, we have forgot[357]
The immortal spirit hath no bars[335]
The mountains gather round thee as of yore[285]
Then sighed the wandering Angel sore[369]
The ocean bursts in very wrath[69]
The purple shadows, dreamingly[60]
There are no colors in God's heaven bent bow[81]
There came a day of showers[299]
There is a beauty at the goal of life[177]
There's a beautiful Artist abroad in the world[384]
There's a little gray friar in yonder green bush[216]
The red-til'd towers of the old Chateau[127]
There is no God! if one should stand at noon[11]
There is rain upon the window[328]
There is the school-house; there the lake, the lawn[285]
The restless clock is ticking out[375]
The rivers that sweep to the sea[254]
There lies a lone isle in the tropic seas[331]
There's a whisper of life in the grey dead trees[360]
There was a time on this fair continent[233]
The rowan tree grows by the tower foot[208]
These are the days that try us; these the hours[128]
The sky had a grey, grey face[139]
The song unsung more sweet shall ring[70]
The sonnet is a diamond flashing round[41]
The sweet Star of the Bethlehem night[186]
The sun goes down, and over all[45]
The sun has gone down in liquid gold[97]
The tide flows in and out, and leaves[113]
The twilight land toyed with the night[149]
The wild birds strangely call[207]
They have a saying in the East[167]
They hide within the hollows, and they creep into the dell[365]
They journey sadly, slowly on[33]
This is the white winter day of his burial[51]
This Canada of ours[116]
This is the purple sea of ancient song[146]
This river of azure with many a weed in[272]
Those far-off fields, how fair they seem[118]
Thou askest not to know the creed[248]
Thou sweet-souled comrade of a time gone by[188]
Through a Gethsemane of city streets[218]
'Tis dawn, but not such morning-tide[123]
'Tis the laughter of pines that swing and sway[112]
'Tis the sound of a silver-toned bell[224]
'Tis solemn darkness, the sublime of shade[132]
'Tis summer still, yet now and then a leaf[322]
True comrade, we have tested life together[314]
'Twas midnight. Darkness, like the glow of some funereal pall[256]
'Twas on a day, and in high radiant heaven[133]
Under the ward of the Polar Star[269]
Up by the idling reef-set bell[52]
Upon the heights of Sillery one day[163]
Vast, unrevealed, in silence and the night[301]
Wanted, a stalwart man[282]
War-worn, sun-scorched, stained with the dust of toil[66]
We fear not the thunder, we fear not the rain[234]
West wind blow from your prairie nest[155]
What reck we of the creeds of men?—[43]
What shall withstand her? Who shall gainsay her?[38]
What went ye to the wilderness to see?[162]
When early shades of evening close[40]
Whence comes the charm that broods along the shore[290]
When God sends out His company to travel through the stars[306]
When high above the busy street,[363]
When ploughmen ridge the steamy brown[364]
When the Sleepy Man comes with dust on his eyes[302]
When tree and bush are comfortless[31]
Where are the men of my heart's desire[311]
Where does my sweetheart Baby go[226]
Where the soft shadows fall[254]
Where the world is grey and lone[89]
Where, where will be the birds that sing[347]
Whom would you choose? for, lo, the chief is dead[28]
Wide are the plains to the north and the westward[187]
Winged wonder of motion[273]
Within, a panic-stricken throng[180]
With folded wings of dusky light[216]
With fragrance flown, as of a long-plucked bud[345]
With slender arms outstretching in the sun[378]
You ask for fame and power[41]

TURNBULL AND SPEARS, PRINTERS, EDINBURGH.