Text: Thomas Ollive Mabbott, “Index of First Lines,” The Collected Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Vol. I: Poems (1969), pp. 597-599 (This material is protected by copyright)


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INDEX OF FIRST LINES

A dark unfathom’d tide, 75

A thousand, a thousand, a thousand, 219

A wilder’d being from my birth, 80

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! 334

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! — the spirit flown forever! 336

As for Locke, he is all in my eye, 151

At midnight, in the month of June, 186

At morn — at noon — at twilight dim, 217

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, 466

Because the angels in the Heavens above, 467

Beloved! amid the earnest woes, 236

Brethen, I come from lands afar, 211

By a route obscure and lonely, 343

Deep in earth my love is lying, 396

Dim vales — and shadowy floods —, 140

Do tell when shall we make common sense men out of the pundits, 394

Elizabeth, it is in vain, 149

Elizabeth — it surely is most fit, 148

Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers, 311

Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow, 134

Fairies guard the Queen of May, 302

Far away — far away —, 191

Fill with mingled cream and amber, 450

For her these lines are penned, whose luminous eyes, 388

For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, 389

From childhood’s hour I have not been, 146

Gaily bedight, 463

Hark, echo! — Hark, echo! 304

Hear the sledges with the bells —, 435

Helen, thy beauty is to me, 165

His blue-bell helmet, we have heard, 301

How shall the burial rite be read? 205

I dwelt alone, 349

I have sent for thee, holy friar, 26

I heed not that my earthly lot, 137

I saw thee on thy bridal day, 66

I saw thee once — once only — years ago, 445

I stand beneath the soaring moon, 185

I would not lord it o’er thy heart, 382

I’ll tell you a plan for gaining wealth, 378

In Heaven a spirit doth dwell, 173, 175 ­ [page 598:]

In spring of youth it was my lot, 85

In the greenest of our valleys, 315

In visions of the dark night, 79

In youth have I known one with whom the Earth, 77

In youth’s spring, it was my lot, 84

It was many and many a year ago, 477, 478

It was my choice or chance or curse, 147

Kind solace in a dying hour, 45, 53

Lady! I would that verse of mine, 385

Last night, with many cares and toils oppress’d, 6

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne, 199, 201

Lo! ’tis a gala night, 325

Mysterious star! 159

Not long ago the writer of these lines, 406, 407

O! I care not that my earthly lot, 136

O! nothing earthly save the ray, 99

Of all who hail thy presence as the morning, 399

Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! 68

Oh Times! Oh Manners! It is my opinion, 9

Once it smiled a silent dell, 195

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, 364

Romance, who loves to nod and sing, 128, 156

Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art! 91

See the White Eagle soaring aloft to the sky, 341

‘Seldom we find,’ says Solomon Don Dunce, 425

Should my early life seem, 130

Sit down beside me, Isabel, 161

Sleep on, sleep on, another hour, 224

So sweet the hour — so calm the time, 222

Take this kiss upon the brow, 451

Thank Heaven! the crisis —, 456

The bells! — ah, the bells! 434

The bells! — hear the bells! 434

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see, 132

The dying swan by northern lakes, 225

The happiest day — the happiest hour, 81

The noblest name in Allegory’s page, 221

The only king by right divine, 384

The pulse beats ten and intermits, 403

The ring is on my hand, 307, 308

The skies they were ashen and sober, 415

There are some qualities — some incorporate things, 322

Thou wast that all to me, love, 214

Thou wouldst be loved? — then let thy heart, 235

Though I turn, I fly not, 398

Thy soul shall find itself alone, 71, 72

’T is now (so sings the soaring moon), 183

’Twas noontide of summer, 74 ­ [page 599:]

Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary, 228

When from your gems of thought I turn, 380

When wit, and wine, and friends have met, 17

Who hath seduced thee to this foul revolt, 15

Who is king but Epiphanes? 220

Would’st thou be loved? then let thy heart, 235

 


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Notes:

In the original printing, the page references generally point to the page on which the first line of the poem appears. In three instances, however, the page points to the beginning of the section that discusses the poem rather than to the poem itself. These references have been changed in the current presentation, for the sake of consistency and to adhere to what is the apparent intent. The original references were as follows:

Fair isle . . . , 311 / Fair isle . . . , 310

I saw thee once . . . , 445 / I saw thee once . . . , 441

Sleep on . . . , 224 / Sleep on . . . , 223

In addition some minor changes have been made in puncuation, so that the first line, as given, more closely agrees with what actually appears in the texts:

Lo ’tis . . . , 325 / Lo ‘tis . . . , 325

’T is now . . . , 183 / ’Tis now . . . , 183

Would’st thou . . . , 235 / Wouldst thou . . . , 235


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