INDEX OF FIRST LINES
A barren stretch that slants to the salt sea's gray, 5.
A century's summer breezes shook, 122.
A little English earth and breathèd air, 157.
A little longer still in summer suns, 453.
A little, loosened leaf of painted paper, 447.
A maiden sought her love in a dark room, 88.
A melancholy, life o'er-wearied man, 335.
A night of stars and dreams, of dreams and sleep, 24.
A power there is that trembles through the earth, 256.
A sense of pureness in the air, 324.
A song for you, my darling, 277.
A song of the maiden morn, 20.
A soul inhuman? No, but human all, 164.
A Sower went forth to sow, 27.
A stranger in a far and ancient land, 250.
A violet lay in the grass, 78.
"A weary waste without her?" Ah, but think, 398.
A white lie, even as the black, I learned to hate, 370.
A woman, who has been a man's desire, 403.
A wondrous song, 333.
A word said in the dark, 87.
After sorrow's night, 91.
Agnostic! Ah, what idle name for him, 398.
Ah, be not false, sweet Splendor! 223.
Ah, loving, exquisite, enraptured soul, 393.
Ah, near, dear friend of many and many years! 328.
Ah, no! that sacred land, 239.
Ah, Time, go not so soon, 153.
Alas, poor, fated, passionate, shivering thing! 278.
All mouth, no mind: a mindless mouth in sooth, 303.
All round the glimmering circuit of the isle, 274.
All summer long the people knelt, 113.
An old, blind poet, sitting sad and lone, 336.
And can it be? 373.
"And this, then, is thy love," I hear thee say, 11.
And were that best, Love, dreamless, endless sleep! 9.
Angelo, thou art the master; for thou in thy art, 249.
As doth the bird, on outstretched pinions, dare, 175.
As down the city street, 145.
As I hobble, old and halt, 345.
As melting snow leaves bare the mountain-side, 29.
As soars the eagle, intimate of light, 266.
As the long day of cloud and storm and sun, 64.
At the dim end of day, 328.
