Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. Killis Campbell), “Index of First Lines,” The Poems of Edgar Allan Poe, Ginn and Company, 1917, pp. ???-???


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INDEX OF FIRST LINES

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A thousand, a thousand, a thousand 137

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! — the spirit flown forever 68

As for Locke, he is all in my eye 138

As turns the eye to bless the hand that led its infant years .... 145

At midnight, in the month of June 63

At morn — at noon — at twilight dim 78

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above 133

Beloved! amid the earnest woes 79

By a route obscure and lonely 107

Dim vales — and shadowy floods — 53

Elizabeth, it is in vain you say 136

Elizabeth, it surely is most fit 136

Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers 102

Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow 51

Flow softly — gently — vital stream 139

For her these lines are penned, whose luminous eyes 115

From childhood’s hour I have not been 138

Gaily bedight 128

Hear the sledges with the bells 122

Helen, thy beauty is to me 56

I dwelt alone 114

I heed not that my earthly lot 52

I saw thee on thy bridal day 21

I saw thee once — once only — years ago 126

In the greenest of our valleys 102

In Heaven a spirit doth dwell 57

In spring of youth it was my lot 32

In visions of the dark night 30

In youth have I known one with whom the Earth 28

It was many and many a year ago 134

Kind solace in a dying hour! 1

Lady! I would that verse of mine 144

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne 59

Lol ’t is a gala night 105

Not long ago, the writer of these lines 121

O! Nothing earthly save the ray 34

Of all who hail thy presence as the morning 116

Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! 22

Once it smiled a silent dell 72

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary . 109

Romance, who loves to nod and sing 49

Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art l 33

See the White Eagle soaring aloft to the sky 141

“Seldom we find,” says Solomon Don Dunce 121

Take this kiss upon the brow 26

Thank Heaven! the crisis 129

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see 51

The happiest day, the happiest hour 31

The only king by right divine 143

The ring is on my hand 100

The skies they were ashen and sober 117

There are some qualities — some incorporate things 104

They have giv’n her to another 140

Thou art sad, Castiglione 80

Thou wast that all to me, love 77

Thou wouldst be loved ? — then let thy heart 80

Thy soul shall find itself alone 23

’Twas noontide of summer 25

Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary 75

When from your gems of thought I turn 142

When melancholy and alone 139

Where the river ever floweth 142

Who is king but Epiphanes? 137

 


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[S:0 - KCP, 1917] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Index of First Lines (ed. K. Campbell, 1917)