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Index to First Lines
INDEX TO FIRST LINES
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| Above the waters, like a hoary giant | HOVHANNES HOVHANNESSIAN | Z. C. BOYAJIAN | |
| Accostarsi all’oscuro | VITTORIA AGANOOR POMPILJ |
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| A great black bird like to a great black cloud | ELIA DEMIRJIBASHIAN | Z. C. BOYAJIAN | |
| An eagle sat upon the fell | SHUSHANIK GOURGHINIAN | " | |
| Araxes came devouringly | HOVHANNES HOVHANNESSIAN | " | |
| Armenian maidens, come and view | LEO ALISHAN | ALICE STONE BLACKWELL | |
| Belovèd one, for thy sweet sake | FOLK SONG | Z. C. BOYAJIAN | |
| Dark forests clothe the mountain-side | RAFFI | " | |
| Day dawned. Bright tongues of scarlet flame | HAROUTUNE TOUMANIAN | " | |
| Do not trust black eyes, but fear them | AVETIS ISAHAKIAN | " | |
| Farewell, thou Sun, and Thou, O Power Divine | BEDROS TOURIAN | " | |
| Have you ever seen that wondrous building | T. TERZYAN | ALICE STONE BLACKWELL | |
| Huntsman, that on the hills above | AVETIS ISAHAKIAN | Z. C. BOYAJIAN | |
| I beheld my love this morning | SAYAT NOVA | " | |
| If Goghtan's bards no longer crown | KAREKIN SRVANSTIAN | " | |
| I have a word I fain would say | SAYAT NOVA | " | |
| I have loved your winsome face | FOLK SONG | " | |
| In many a distant, unknown land |
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| I walk by Mother Arax | RAPHAEL PATKANIAN | ALICE STONE BLACKWELL | |
| Like an ocean is this world | HOVHANNES ERZINGATZI | Z. C. BOYAJIAN | |
| My heart is turned into a wailing child | NAHABED KOUCHAK | " | |
| Nightingale, oh, leave our garden | RAPHAEL PATKANIAN | ALICE STONE BLACKWELL | |
| Night with her ebon hair and starry crown | DERENIK DEMIRJIAN | Z. C. BOYAJIAN | |
| No bird can reach the mountain's crest | H. COSTANIANTZ | " | |
| None await thy smiling rays | HOVHANNES HOVHANNESSIAN | " | |
| Non fu di fiele abbeverato? Il petto | VITTORIA AGANOOR POMPILJ |
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| O’er the mountains high he went | FOLK SONG | Z. C. BOYAJIAN | |
| O evil man, with passions fraught | HOVHANNES TULKOURANTZI | " | |
| Of Armenye, I rede thus | JOHN GOWER |
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| O God of righteousness and truth | "FRIK" |
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| O God, ’tis not for laurel wreaths I pray | ALEXANDER DZADOURIAN | Z. C. BOYAJIAN | |
| O little breeze, how fresh and sweet | MUGGURDICH BESHIGTASHLIAN | " | |
| Once more God hither moves their course | SAINT NERSES SHNORHALI | " | |
| O Night, be long--long as an endless year | NAHABED KOUCHAK | " | |
| On the morning of thy birth | " " | " | |
| O swallow, gentle swallow | C. A. DODOCHIAN | ALICE STONE BLACKWELL | |
| Slumbering darkly yesterday | BEDROS TOURIAN | Z. C. BOYAJIAN | |
| Soft and low a voice breathed o’er me | S. SHAHAZIZ | " | |
| Stork, I welcome thy return | FOLK SONG | " | |
| Sweet slumber now creeps o’er thee slow | RAPHAEL PATKANIAN | " | |
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| The clinging children at their mother's knee | WILLIAM WATSON |
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| The Crane has lost his way across the heaven | HOVHANNES TOUMANIAN | Z. C. BOYAJIAN | |
| The door of Heaven open seemed | FOLK SONG | " | |
| The fox ran up into the mill | " | " | |
| The Hawk said to the Dove, "My dear" | " | " | |
| The incense at the altar slowly burns | ZABELLE ESSAYAN | " | |
| The lips of the Christ-child are like to twin leaves | SAINT GREGORY OF NAREK | ALICE STONE BLACKWELL | |
| The little fox, the wolf and bear made peace | FOLK SONG | Z. C. BOYAJIAN | |
| The Rose was gone. When to the empty tent | GRIGORIS OF AGHTAMAR | " | |
| The Sky bent down his piercing gaze one day | HOVHANNES TOUMANIAN | " | |
| The sun has touched the mountain's crest | FOLK SONG | " | |
| The sun went down behind the hill | AVETIS ISAHAKIAN | " | |
| The wind is howling through the winter night | " | " | |
| Thou art so sweet thou wilt not pain | SAYAT NOVA | " | |
| Thy voice is soft, thy speech all sweetness flow | " | " | |
| Undying Love, Whose beams forever glow | BEDROS TOURIAN | " | |
| Unutterable silence here is spread | RAFFI | GEORGE M. GREEN | |
| Weary of vainly seeking Happiness | ARSCHAG TCHOBANIAN | Z. C. BOYAJIAN | |
| Whence comest thou, my moon, gentle and still | LEO ALISHAN | " | |
| When Death's pale angel comes to me | BEDROS TOURIAN | " | |
| When the God of Liberty | MIKAEL NALBANDIAN | " | |
| Why dost thou lie in hushed surprise | BEDROS TOURIAN | ALICE STONE BLACKWELL | |
| With nuts and sweets and dainty fare | RAFFI | Z. C. BOYAJIAN | |
| Without thee what are song and dance to me? | SAYAT NOVA | " | |
| Ye mountain bluebells, weep with me | AVETIS ISAHAKIAN | " | |
| Yesternight I walked abroad | AUTHOR UNKNOWN | " | |
| Charm Verses | FOLK SONGS | " | |
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| Ara and Semiramis | MOSES OF KHORENE | Z. C. BOYAJIAN | |
| Artashes and Satenik | " " | " | |
| Artavasd | " " | " | |
| Christ and Abgarus | " " | " | |
| The Castle of Anoush | RAFFI | " | |
| The Founding of Van | MOSES OF KHORENE | " | |
| Vahagn, King of Armenia | " " | " |
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