Early American Poetry: Selections from Bradstreet, Taylor, Dwight, Freneau, and Bryant

Index of First Lines

Index of First Lines A Curious Knot God made in Paradise, 89 A State, a State, Oh! Dungeon State indeed, 116 Ah me! while up the long, long vale of time, 177 Alas, dear Mother, fairest queen and best, 29 All Dull, my Lord, my Spirits flat, and dead, 108 All that we see, about, abroad, 248 All things within this fading world hath end, 40 Am 1 thy Gold? Or Purse, Lord, for thy Wealth, 94 Among our hills and valleys, 1 have known, 302 And now the mom arose; when o'er the plain, 137 As he said vanity, so vain say I, 39 As spring the winter doth succeed, 56 As weary pilgrim, now at rest, 60 At Eutaw springs the valiant died, 226 At length the year, which marks his course, expires, 243 Beneath the waning moon 1 walk at night, 295 Condemn'd by Fate to way-ward Curse, 340 Fair flower, that dost so comely grow, 231 Fair insect! that, with threadlike legs spread out, 291 Fair Vema! loveliest village of the west, 155 Farewell dear babe, my heart's too much content, 55 From Brooklyn heights a Hessian doctor came, 224 From southern isles, on winds of gentlest wing, 139 God save the Rights of Man!, 241 Good christian Reader judge me not, 323 Halfe Dead: and rotten at the Coare: my Lord!, 110 Happy the man who, safe on shore, 236 Here are old trees, tall oaks, and gnarled pines, 306 Here lies/A worthy matron of unspotten life, 5 I am a Captain to your Will, 77 I cannot forget with what fervid devotion, 270 1 had eight birds hatched in one nest, 44 381 382 Index I kening through Astronomy Divine, 95 If ever two were one, then surely we, 41 In a branch of willow hid, 250 In Heaven soaring up, I dropt an Eare, 84 In Life's fair mom, a FIDDLE, was his choice, 237 In scenes of distant death bold Hezron stands, 132 In silent night when rest I took, 59 In spite of all the learned have said, 232 In youth, gay scenes attract our eyes; 235 Inamoring Rayes, thy Sparkles, Pearle of Price, 92 Infinity, when all things it beheld, 72 Leafe Gold, Lord of thy Golden Wedge o'relaid, 98 Let others draw from smiling skies their theme, 203 Let some in beer place their delight, 240 Lo now four other act upon the stage, 16 Lord, Can a Crumb of Dust the Earth outweigh, 90 Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh, 295 Make me, 0 Lord, thy Spining Wheele compleate, 88 Man in this Lapst Estate at very best, 74 Merrily swinging on brier and weed, 311 My Gracious Lord, I would thee glory doe, 107 My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay, more, 42 My shattred Phancy stole away from mee,102 My Sin! my Sin, My God, these Cursed Dregs, 105 My Sweet Deare Lord, for thee I'le Live, Dy, Fight, 80 My verses please-I thank you, friend, 252 No sooner came, but gone, and fall'n asleep, 55 Not in the solitude, 297 Now say, have women worth? or have they none?, 7 o thou Most High who rulest all, 57 Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart, 277 Oh, fairest of the rural maids!, 282 Oh, gentle one, thy birthday sun should rise, 310 Oh mother of a mighty race, 308 Oh! that I alwayes breath'd in such an aire, 91 On one fix'd point all nature moves, 247 Should I with silver tooles delve through the Hill, 113 Some time now past in the autumnal tide, 46 Soon ripe, soon rot. Young Saint, Old Divell. Loe, 78 Still round the world triumphant Discord flies, 227 Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs, 267 Stupendious Love! All Saints Astonishment!, 96 Sweet orange grove, the fairest of the isle, 206 The Bare that breaths the Northern blast, 87 The fresh savannas of the Sangamon, 305 The groves were God's first ternpies, Ere man learned, 287 The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, 293 The Orator from Rhetorick gardens picks, III The path we planned beneath October's sky, 315 The power, that gives with liberal hand, 249 The time has been that these wild solitudes, 273 These are the gardens...