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