First Lines

Index of First Lines

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A day of golden beauty!—Through the night A Day of the Indian Summer.
A gold star sits upon the sable edge The Bird And Star.
A little sun, a little rain, The Earth And Man.
All I feel, and hear, and see, God Is Love.
All within, and all without us, God Is Everywhere.
Around this lovely valley rise Midsummer.
As evening splendors fade Nightfall.
Comes something down with eventide, Eventide.
Day is dying in the west; Day is Dying in the West.
Earth, with her ten thousand flowers God Is Love.
For the dear love that kept us through the night, Matins.
From tame and level lowlands, Up To The Hills.
Frost in the air, till every spray, A Winter Piece.
God of the earth’s extended plains! Hymn of Nature.
God’s Spirit smiles in flowers, God’s Love.
Good Lord, the valleys laugh and sing, Harvest.
Grey hills, grey water, and grey sky, After Rain.
How calmly sinks the parting sun! Sabbath Evening.
How many days with mute adieu Evening Song.
How sweetly sounds the vesper chime The End of the Week.
Hues of the rich unfolding morn, Morning.
I come to the garden alone In the Garden.
I feel a newer life in every gale; May.
I hear it often in the dark, Listening.
I stood upon the hills, when heaven’s wide arch Sunrise On The Hills.
I thank thee, Father, for the summer-time, Thanks.
I wandered out one summer night, Musings.
If I could put my woods in song My Garden.
In flickering light and shade the broad stream goes, September Days.
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, The Gladness Of Nature.
It sleeps among the thousand hills The Unnamed Lake.
Lauded be Thy name forever,— Praise To Nature’s God.
Like two cathedral towers these stately pines My Cathedral.
List! there is music in the air: Sabbath Evening.
Long has been the winter, A Spring Song.
Morn on the mountains! streaks of roseate light Morning In The Mountains.
Mornings frosty grow, and cold, In September.
My God, how endless is thy love! A Song for Morning or Evening.
Now, on sea and land descending, Vesper Hymn.
Now the bright morning-star, Day’s harbinger, Song On May Morning.
O perfite light, quhilk schaid away, Of The Day Estivall.
O suns and skies and clouds of June, October’s Bright Blue Weather.
O to lie in the ripening grass Midsummer.
Oh, life is rife in the heart of the year, The Grass-World.
Oh, the brown, brown streams of March Brown And Blue.
Oh! The Summer Night, The Nights.
One ramble through the woods with me, A Day in Autumn.
Ours is a lovely world! How fair The Beauties of Creation.
Out among the big things— Out Among the Big Things.
Over rich acres flushed crimson with clover, The Bee In Autumn.
Praise ye the LORD. Psalm 148.
See the sole bliss Heaven could on all bestow! Of Nature & Nature’s God.
So here hath been dawning To-Day.
Soft and slow, Faint and low, Vespers and Matins.
Songs of evening, vespers chiming, Lasell Vespers.
Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh, Still With Thee.
Still with Thee, O my God, I Would Be Still With Thee.
Spring is coming! spring is coming! Spring Is Coming.
Thank God a man can grow! Onward.
The clouds, which rise with thunder, slake All’s Well.
The days roll on, the years speed past, The Days Roll On.
The immortal spirit hath no bars Eothen.
The skies are blue above my head, The Prairie.
The Summer floats on even wing, Midsummer.
The Sun and Moone and Stars doe preach Seasons of the Year.
The sun is rising, and an eastern breeze A Summer Day.
The tide rises, the tide falls, The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls.
The time so tranquil is and still, A Summer’s Day.
Thou art, O God! the life and light Thou Art, O God.
What dost thou see, lone watcher on the tower The Watcher On The Tower.
When apple blossoms come in May, Bee-Keeper’s Song.
When Sun doth rise, the Starres doe set The Heavenly Bodies.
When the earliest ray of morning All the Day.
When winter winds are piercing chill, Woods In Winter.
White clouds, whose shadows haunt the deep, Summer By The Lakeside.
Why shouldst thou study in the month of June Summer Studies.


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