INDEX OF FIRST LINES
A
A governor it was proclaimed this time
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master
A lantern light from deeper in the barn
A neighbor of mine in the village
A saturated meadow
A stranger came to the door at eve
All out of doors looked darkly in at him
As I went down the hill along the wall
B
Brown lived at such a lofty farm
By June our brook’s run out of song and speed
C
Come with rain, O loud Southwester!
E
Even the bravest that are slain
H
He is said to have been the Last Red Man
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs
Here come the line-gang pioneering by
How countlessly they congregate
I
I didn’t make you know how glad I was
I dwell in a lonely house I know I had for my winter evening walk
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
I left you in the morning I let myself in at the kitchen door
I walked down alone Sunday after church
I went to turn the grass once after one
I wonder about the trees
If tired of trees I seek again mankind
It was far in the sameness of the wood
I’m going out to clean the pasture spring
L
Lancaster bore himâsuch a little town
Love has earth to which she clings
Lovers, forget your love
M
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table
My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree
My Sorrow, when she’s here with me
N
Now close the windows and hush all the fields
O
O hushed October morning mild
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today
“Oh, let’s go up the hill and scare ourselves
Once on the kind of day called “weather breeder,”
One of my wishes is that those dark trees
One ought not to have to care
Out through the fields and the woods
Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey day
P
Pan came out of the woods one day
S
She stood against the kitchen sink, and looked
Something inspires the only cow of late
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall
T
The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
The city had withdrawn into itself
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift
The mountain held the town as in a shadow
The three stood listening to a fresh access
The well was dry beside the door
There is a singer everyone has heard
There overtook me and drew me in
There was never a sound beside the wood but one
There were three in the meadow by the brook
There’s a patch of old snow in a corner
They leave us so to the way we took
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too
Thus of old the Douglas did,
Two fairies it was
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
W
We chanced in passing by that afternoon
We make ourselves a place apart
What things for dream there are when spectre-like
When a friend calls to me from the road
When I go up through the mowing field
When I see birches bend to left and right
“When I was just as far as I could walk
When I was young, we dwelt in a vale
When the wind works against us in the dark
“Willisdidn’t want you here today
Y
You come to fetch me from my work tonight
“You ought to have seen what I saw on my way
You were forever finding some new play
