III. TWENTY-FIVE OTHER IMPORTANT BOOKS

Cowl, B. R. P. The Theory of Poetry in England. Its Development in Doctrine and Ideas from the 16th to 19th Century. Macmillan Co.

Tynan, Katharine. Twenty-Five Years’ Reminiscences. Devin-Adair.

Weston, Jessie L. The Chief Middle English Poets. Houghton-Mifflin. $2.00 net.

Thorley, Wilfrid. Paul Verlaine. Houghton-Mifflin. $.75 net.

Sélincourt, Basil de. Walt Whitman. Kennerley. $2.50 net.

Traubel, Horace. With Walt Whitman in Camden. Vol. III. Kennerley. $3.00 net.

Carpenter, W. Boyd. The Spiritual Message of Dante. Harvard Univ. Press.

Hadow, Grace E. Chaucer and His Time. Holt. $.50 net.

Dowden. Ernest Letters. 2 v. Dutton. $4.50 net.

Ozanam, Frederic. The Franciscan Poets. Net.

Brooks, Van Wyck. John Addington Symonds. Kennerley. $1.50 net.

Williams, Orlo. Giosué Carducci. Houghton-Mifflin. $.75 net.

Shelley, Henry C. The Life and Letters of Edward Young. Little-Brown. $4.00 net.

The Keats Letters. Lane. $2.00 net.

Carpenter, Edward. Iolaüs: An Anthology of Friendship. Kennerley. $1.25 net.

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Robertson, J. M. Elizabethan Literature. Holt. $.50 net.

Sichel, Edith. The Renaissance. Holt. $.50 net.

Thompson, Elbert N. S. Essays on Milton. Yale Univ. Press. $1.35 net.

Nicholson, Meredith. The Poet. Houghton-Mifflin. $1.30 net.

Stewart, Charles D. Some Textual Difficulties in Shakespeare. Yale Univ. Press. $1.35 net.

Mayne, Ethel Colburn. Browning’s Heroines. Pott. $2.00 net.

Durand, Ralph. A Handbook to the Poetry of Rudyard Kipling. Doubleday, Page. $2.00 net.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

PAGE
Æons of old were wandering down the seas.
William Griffith[126]
Alas, and are you pleading now for pardon?
Walter Conrad Arensberg[12]
All old fair things are in their places.
Richard Le Gallienne[108]
A red-cap sang in Bishop’s wood.
Olive Tilford Dargan[142]
As I stole out of Babylon beyond the stolid warders.
Clinton Scollard[133]
Beautiful boy, lend me your youth to play with.
Amelia Josephine Burr[63]
Behind my mask of life there lies a shrine.
Eloise Briton[60]
Be patient, Life, when Love is at the gate.
Walter Conrad Arensberg[93]
Bismarck—or rapt Beethoven with his dreams.
Percy MacKaye[126]
Bleeding and torn, ravished with sword and flame.
Oliver Herford[130]
Blessed with a joy that only she.
Edwin Arlington Robinson[75]
Body o’ mine—and must I lay thee low?
Jane Belfield[141]
Crowned on the twilight battlefield, there bends.
Percy MacKaye[125]
Dawn this morning burned all red.
Vachel Lindsay[14]
Death, I say, my heart is bowed.
Edna St. Vincent Millay[72]
Do ye hear ’em sternly soundin’ through the noises of the street?
E. Sutton[131]
Embracing the woman I love, I stood by the stream that circles the town I love in the peace of the Summer night.
Edmond McKenna[116]
Flesh unto flowers.
Edward J. O’Brien[33]
Flushed from a fairy flagon.
Witter Bynner[64]
Fools, fools, fools!
Witter Bynner[109]
“Give the engines room.
Vachel Lindsay[36]
God sat down with the farmer.
Frederick Erastus Pierce[56]
Go, little sorrows! From the evening wood.
Charlotte Wilson[136]
Half artist and half anchorite.
Percy MacKaye[109]
He marched away with a blithe young score of him.
Ruth Comfort Mitchell[121]
Here in the lonely chapel I will wait.
John Erskine[100]
He was straight and strong, and his eyes were blue.
Amelia Josephine Burr[75]
How shall we keep an armed neutrality?
Percy MacKaye[124]
If you should cease to love me, tell me so!
Corinne Roosevelt Robinson[92]
I had no heart to write to thee in prose.
Richard Le Gallienne[106]
I have known joy and woe and toil and fight.
Berton Braley[32]
I love the stony pasture.
Bliss Carman[9]
In the fair picture of my life’s estate.
Arthur Davison Ficke[77]
In the silence of a midnight lost, lost forevermore.
George Sterling[34]
I stooped to the silent earth and lifted a handful of her dust.
James Oppenheim[73]
I will tread on the golden grass of my bright field.
Laura Campbell[67]
Jeremiah, will you come?
Lyman Bryson[31]
Jock bit his mittens off and blew his thumbs.
Percy MacKaye[16]
Life, you have bruised me and chilled me; Fate, you have jeered at my pain.
Faith Baldwin[140]
Muffled sounds of the city climbing to me at the window.
Jessie Wallace Hughan[14]
My father and mother were Irish.
Edward J. O’Brien[13]
Never again to feel that little kiss—Lydia Gibson[73]
Nevermore.
Don Marquis[145]
Nothing but beauty, now.
Amelia Josephine Burr[98]
Not unto the forest—not unto the forest, O my lover!
Margaret Widdemer[58]
O’er ruined road past draggled field.
Bartholomew F. Griffin[118]
Oh calling, and calling, at the rising of the sun.
E. Sutton[119]
On these brown rocks the waves dissolve in spray.
Alice Duer Miller[32]
O shadows past the candle-gleam, so brief to pause in flight.
Ruth Guthrie Harding[57]
O thou among the Tuscan hills asleep.
Ruth Shepard Phelps[135]
Patience—but peace of heart we cannot choose.
Percy MacKaye[125]
Peace! But there is no peace. To hug the thought.
Percy MacKaye[124]
Perhaps it doesn’t matter that you died.
Walter Conrad Arensberg[109]
Sea-rimmed and teeming with millions poured out on thy granite shore.
Edwin Davies Schoonmaker[45]
She fears him, and will always ask.
Edwin Arlington Robinson[70]
Singer of England’s ire across the sea.
Percy MacKaye[123]
Sir, friends, and scholars, we are here to serve.
Bliss Carman[3]
Soft as a treader on mosses.
Olive Tilford Dargan[94]
Some for the sadness and sweetness of far evening bells.
William Rose Benét[136]
Strephon kissed me in the spring.
Sara Teasdale[63]
Suppose ’twere done!
Bartholomew F. Griffin[115]
The eager night and the impetuous winds.
Louie Untermeyer[43]
The last farewells were said, friends hurried ashore.
Conrad Aiken[77]
The leaves of Autumn and the buds of Spring.
Corinne Roosevelt Robinson[11]
The rain was over and the brilliant air.
Louis Untermeyer[1]
There’s a rhythm down the road where the elms overarch.
E. Sutton[110]
There was a day when death to me meant tears.
Mahlon Leonard Fisher[135]
This is the truth as I see it, my dear.
Madison Cawein[141]
Thou lonely, dew-wet mountain road.
Florence Earle Coates[12]
Through vales of Thrace, Peneus’ stream is flowing.
Arthur Davison Ficke[33]
Thus drowsy Atthis, laughing at my door.
John Myers O’Hara[67]
Under the eaves, out of the wet.
Witter Bynner[11]
We have each other’s deathless love.
Witter Bynner[58]
When from the brooding home.
James Oppenheim[51]
“Wherefore, thy woe these many years.
George Sterling[68]
Within the Jersey City shed.
Joyce Kilmer[137]
With the first light on the skyline came the rapping of the sickles.
Ruth Guthrie Harding[107]
With love are you gone mad, O lover of France.
Walter Conrad Arensberg[129]
Would you lay a pattern on life and say, thus shall ye live?
James Oppenheim[44]
Ye dead and gone great armies of the world.
Mahlon Leonard Fisher[130]
You know deep in your heart, it could not last—
Lydia Gibson[94]
You mean, my friend, you do not greatly care.
Arthur Davison Ficke[93]

FOOTNOTE:

[1] In the naval battle of Plattsburgh the American commander “Macdonough himself worked like a common sailor, in pointing and handling a favorite gun. While bending over to sight it, a round shot cut in two the spanker boom, which fell on his head and struck him senseless for two or three minutes; he then leaped to his feet and continued as before, when a shot took off the head of the captain of the gun crew and drove it in his face with such force as to knock him to the other side of the deck.”—From “The Naval War of 1812,” by Theodore Roosevelt.