INDEX OF FIRST LINES A batter'd, wreck'd old man, 601. A beautiful and happy girl, 265. A carol closing sixty-nine-a résumé - a repeti- A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me A Christian! going, gone! 272. A cloud, like that the old-time Hebrew saw, 349. A dull uncertain brain, 93. A fleet with flags arrayed, 254. Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, 547. After an interval, reading, here in the midnight, After surmounting three-score and ten, 608. A gold fringe on the purpling hem, 344. Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown Ah, Clemence! when I saw thee last, 358. A line in long array where they wind betwixt All are architects of Fate, 149. All as God wills, who wisely heeds, 302. 353. And as the light divides the dark, 93. And now gentlemen, 589. Andrew Rykman 's dead and gone, 307. A new commandment,' said the smiling Muse, 95. Annie and Rhoda, sisters twain, 339. Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, 72. An old man bending I come among new faces, An old man in a lodge within a park, 245. Arm'd year-year of the struggle, 571. A ruddy drop of manly blood, 73. As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, 252. A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim, 574. As I lay with my head in your lap camerado, As life runs on, the road grows strange, 524. As one who long hath fled with panting breath, 253. As sings the pine-tree in the wind, 95. As sinks the sun behind yon alien hills, 508. As the Greek's signal flame, by antique records As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods, 574. At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, 235. A train of gay and clouded days, 91. A vision as of crowded streets, 245. Bathed in war's perfume - delicate flag! 581. Beloved! amid the earnest woes, 46. Be of good cheer, brave spirit; steadfastly, 91. Beside that milestone where the level sun, 346. Boon Nature yields each day a brag which we now Bowing thyself in dust before a Book, 458. Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Burly, dozing humble-bee, 63. But Nature whistled with all her winds, 91. By the rude bridge that arched the flood, 63. Champion of those who groan beneath, 260. Columbus stands in the night alone, and, passing Come, dear old comrade, you and I, 385. Come, spread your wings, as I spread mine, 363. Come up from the fields, father, here's a letter Conductor Bradley, always may his name, 340. Daily the bending skies solicit man, 90. Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the Dear friends, who read the world aright, 283. Dear Wendell, why need count the years, 523. Ef I a song or two could make, 484. Ere pales in Heaven the morning star, 523. Facing west from California's shores, 560. Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers, 46. Forgive, O Lord, our severing ways, 351. For Nature, true and like in every place, 90. For weeks the clouds had raked the hills, 332. Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and God makes sech nights, all white an' still, 472. Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home, 58. Great soul, thou sittest with me in my room, 411. Half of my life is gone, and I have let, 113. Hark, some wild trumpeter, some strange musi- Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys? Hast thou named all the birds without a gun? 73. 369. Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard! 280. Here are old trees, tall oaks, and gnarled pines, 20. Here is the place; right over the hill, 300. Here lies the gentle humorist, who died, 252. Here's Cooper, who's written six volumes to Her fingers shame the ivory keys, 304. Hers all that earth could promise or bestow, 523. 414. Him strong Genius urged to roam, 29. His birthday. - Nay, we need not speak, 374. How long will this harp which you once loved to How many have gone? was the question of old, How many lives, made beautiful and sweet, 242. How solemn ! sweeping this dense black tide, 686. Hush'd be the camps to-day, 585. Hushed with broad sunlight lies the hill, 458. I am not poor, but I am proud, 58. I am not wiser for my age, 95. I am owner of the sphere, 73. I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of I ask not for those thoughts, that sudden leap, 411. I believe that the copies of verses I've spun, 394. I do not count the hours I spend, 90. I dream'd in a dream I saw a city invincible, 563. I du believe in Freedom's cause, 435. I dwelt alone, 51. I enter, and I see thee in the gloom, 240. If he be a nobler lover, take him! 528. If I could put my woods in song, 100. I framed his tongue to music, 93. If thought unlock her mysteries, 95. I gazed upon the glorious sky, 14. I had a little daughter, 429. I have a fancy: how shall I bring it, 528. I have read, in some old, marvellous tale, 106. I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, 560. I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea, 89. I heard the trailing garments of the Night, 105. I hear it was charged against me that I sought to destroy institutions, 562. I heed not that my earthly lot, 41. I know not what the future hath, 314. I left my dreary page and sallied forth, 91. I lift mine eyes, and all the windows blaze, 241. I like a church; I like a cowl, 64. Ill fits the abstemious Muse a crown to weave, 61. I love the old melodious lays, 280. I love to hear thine earnest voice, 356. I love to start out arter night's begun, 473. I marvel how mine eye, ranging the Night, 619. I mourn no more my vanished years, 301. In a far-away northern county in the placid pas- In an age of fops and toys, 99. In broad daylight, and at noon, 156. In calm and cool and silence, once again, 285. I need no assurances, I am a man who is pre- I need not praise the sweetness of his song, 496. In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, 61. In o'er-strict calyx lingering, 619. Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound, In the ancient town of Bruges, 118. In the deep heart of man a poet dwells, 96. In the greenest of our valleys, 46. In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know, 612. In the long, sleepless watches of the night, 257. In the old days — a custom laid aside, 323. In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad Into the darkness and hush of night, 257. In youth's spring it was my lot, 659. I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold, 246. I reached the middle of the mount, 665. - I remember why, yes! God bless me! and was I said I stood upon thy grave, 291. I saw him once before, 358. I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing, 562. I saw old General at bay, 573. I saw thee once- once only-years ago, 52. I saw thee on thy bridal day, 39. I saw the twinkle of white feet, 428. I see all human wits, 95. I see amid the fields of Ayr, 256. I see before me now a traveling army halting, 572. I shot an arrow into the air, 120. I sit in the early twilight, 31. I spose you wonder ware I be; I can't tell, fer the Is thy name Mary, maiden fair? 357. I stood on the bridge at midnight, 119. It don't seem hardly right, John, 478. I thought our love at full, but I did err, 430. It is not what we say or sing, 384. It is time to be old, 101. It mounts athwart the windy hill, 499. I treasure in secret some long, fine hair, 462. It was a tall young oysterman lived by the river- It was fifty years ago, 211. It was late in mild October, and the long au- |