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

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