INDEX OF FIRST LINES A brace of sinners, for no good... A brow austere, a circumspective eye A captain bold from Halifax who dwelt in country quarters A cat I sing, of famous memory A country curate visiting his flock. A district school, not far away. A fellow in a market town. A fellow near Kentuck's clime. A fig for St. Denis of France. A friend of mine was married to a scold. A hindoo died-a happy thing to do... A knight and a lady once met in a grove. A little peach in the orchard grew.. A little saint best fits a little shrine. A lively young turtle lived down by the banks. A lovely young lady I mourn in my rhymes. A man of words and not of deeds. A man said to the universe.. A man sat on a rock and sought. A Persian penman named Aziz. A quiet home had Parson Gray. A rollicking Mastodon lived in Spain. A Russian sailed over the blue Black Sea. PAGE 621 280 702 833 287 128 297 494 ΙΟΙ 264 281 270 931 806 923 366 790 83 810 910 741 853 A shabby fellow chanced one day to meet. A soldier and a sailor.... A soldier of the Russians.. A speech, both pithy and concise. A street there is in Paris famous. Ah! who has seen the mailed lobster rise. All smatterers are more brisk and pert. An igstrawnary tail I vill tell you this week. 552 965 And so our royal relative was dead!.. PAGE 737 And this reft house is that the which he built. 407 Are women fair?" Ay, wondrous fair to see, too. 189 As a friend to the children commend me the yak. 906 As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping... 130 As I was walkin' the jungle round, a-killin' of tigers an' time 426 As long as I dwell on some stupendous... 60 As wet as a fish-as dry as a bone. 791 Ask me no more: I've had enough Chablis. 534 At a pleasant evening party I had taken down to supper. 635 374 Baby's brain is tired of thinking.. 240 Back in the years when Phlagstaff, the Dane, was monarch Barney McGee, there's no end of good luck in you.. Be brave, faint heart... Be kind and tender to the Frog. Be kind to the panther! for when thou wert young. Beauties, have ye seen this toy. Before a Turkish town. Ben Bluff was a whaler, and many a day. Between Adam and me the great difference is. Beside a Primrose 'broider'd Rill.. Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose. Blind Thamyris, and blind Maeonides.. Bright breaks the warrior o'er the ocean wave. Brisk methinks I am, and fine... "Bunches of grapes," says Timothy. By the side of a murmuring stream an elderly gentleman sat.. Close by the threshold of a door nailed fast. 64 Come, come," said Tom's father, "at your time of life. Come! fill a fresh bumper.-for why should we go. Come fleetly, come fleetly, my hooksbadar. Come here, my boy; hould up your head. Come, listen, my men, while I tell you again. Come mighty Must!.. 96 Comrades, you may pass the rosy. With permission of the chair 537 De Hen-roost Man he'll preach about Paul.. Dear maid, let me speak.. Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold. Dighton is engaged! Think of it and tremble!. Do not worry if I scurry from the grill room in a hurry. Do you know why the rabbits are caught in the snare. Doe, doe!.. Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaay? 247 810 269 262 267 291 669 126 647 67 817 746 354 889 Easy is the triolet... Index of First Lines Echo, tell me, while I wander. Even is come; and from the dark Park, hark. Far off in the waste of desert sand. 967 PAGE 782 For his religion it was fit.. From Arranmore the weary miles I've come. From his brimstone bed at break of day.. From the madding crowd they stand apart.. From the tragic-est novels at Mudie's.. From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through. Go 'way, fiddle; folks is tired o' hearin' you a-squawkin' "God bless the King! God bless the faith's defender!. 751 430 851 194 419 736 769 271 378 298 459 227 144 28 334 483 292 311 330 672 368 44 God makes sech nights, all white an' still. Good Luck is the gayest of all gay girls.. Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom. Happy the man, who, void of cares and strife. 316 Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay. He stood on his head by the wild seashore. Her little feet! . . Beneath us ranged the sea. 59 Her washing ended with the day.. 494 Here lies my wife: here let her lie!. 368 Here lieth one, who did not most truly prove. 780 Here's to the town of New Haven. 949 Hi! Just you drop that! Stop. I say!. 460 His eye was stern and wild-his cheek was pale and cold as clay 450 History, and nature. too, repeat themselves, they say. 360 How do the daughters.. 533 "How does the water.. 743 How hard, when those who do not wish. 818 How old may Philis be, you ask.. How uneasy is his life.. Hyder iddle didle dell. 332 344 879 I devise to end my days-in a tavern drinking. I du believe in Freedom's cause.. I do confess, in many a sigh. I don't go much on religion. I don't know any greatest treat. I dreamed a cream next Tuesday week.. I dwells in the Hearth, and I breathes in the Hair. I gaed to spend a week in Fife. I hae laid a herring in saut. I haf von funny leedle poy. I have a bookcase, which is what. I have a copper penny and another copper penny. I have felt the thrill of passion in the poet's mystic book. I have found out a gig-gig-gift for my fuf-fuf-fair... I have made me an end of the moods of maidens.. I have watch'd thee with rapture, and dwelt on thy charms. I knew an old wife lean and poor. I know not of what we ponder'd. I know when milk does flies contain. I lately lived in quiet ease.. I lay i' the bosom of the sun. I love my lady with a deep purple love. I love thee, Mary, and thou lovest me. "I love you, my lord!" I marvell'd why a simple child. I may as well......... I never rear'd a young gazelle: I never saw a Purple Cow.. I never saw a purple cow. I recollect a nurse call'd Ann. I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James. I remember, I remember.. I said, "This horse. sir, will you shoe? I sat one night beside a blue-eyed girl.. I saw a peacock with a fiery tail. I saw a certain sailorman who sat beside the sea. I sent for Ratcliffe; was so ill. I sent my love a parcel.. I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau. I sometimes think I'd rather crow. I strolled beside the shining sea. I tell thee, Dick, where I have been. I walked and came upon a picket fence. I was in Margate last July. I walk'd upon the pier. I wonder what your thoughts are, little cloud. I would all womankind were dead.. I would flee from the city's rule and law. I would that all men my hard case might know. I wrote some lines once on a time.. 413 834 86 Index of First Lines I wus mighty good-lookin' when I was young. I yearn to bite on a Colloid. 969 PAGE 91 I'd Never Dare to Walk across. I'd read three hours. Both notes and text. If all be true that I do think. If all the harm women have done. 855 364 248 If all the land were apple-pie. If all the trees in all the woods were men. If down his throat a man should choose. If ever there lived a Yankee lad. If I go to see the play. If I were thine, I'd fail not of endeavour. 951 55 690 48 If I should die to-night.. If I were you, when ladies at the play, Sir. 489 345 In a church which is furnish'd with mullion and gable. I. 280 In a Devonshire lane as I trotted along.... 266 In all thy humors, whether grave or mellow. 368 In an ocean, 'way out yonder.. 929 In Ballades things always contrive to get lost. In Broad Street Buildings on a winter night. In candent ire the solar splendour flames.. In days of peace my fellow-men.. In early youth, as you may guess. In form and feature, face and limb. In heaven a spirit doth dwell.. In his chamber, weak and dying. In London I never know what I'd be at. In our hearts is the Great One of Avon. In the age that was golden, the halcyon time. In the "Foursome some would fain. In the lonesome latter years.. In these days of indigestion.... "In winter, when the fields are white. Inglorious friend! most confident I am. Interred beneath this marble stone.. Is moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter. It is told, on Buddhi-theosophic schools. It is very aggravating.. It looked extremely rocky for the Mudville nine that day. It was a Moorish maiden was sitting by the well. It was a robber's daughter, and her name was Alice Brown. It was a tall young oysterman lived by the river-side. It was an artless Bandar, and he danced upon a pine. It was a hairy oubit, sac proud he crept alabg.. It was in a pleasant deepo, sequestered from the rain. 265 824 338 222 77 872 734 765 372 92 50 601 236 339 186 196 639 252 583 904 613 |