It was many and many a year ago, 56.
It was the schooner Hesperus, 107.

It was the season, when through all the land, 235.
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the
bracken lay, 623.

I understand the large hearts of heroes, 541.
I wait and watch; before my eyes, 305.

I wandered lonely where the pine-trees made,
347.

I was asking for something specific and perfect
for my city, 565.

I would the gift I offer here, 282.

I write my name as one, 350.

I wrote some lines once on a time, 356.

John Brown of Ossawatomie spake on his dying
day, 302.

Joy, shipmate, joy! 596.

Kind solace in a dying hour! 36.

Lay down the axe; fling by the spade, 24.
Let greener lands and bluer skies, 359.
Let me go where'er I will, 96.

Lift again the stately emblem on the Bay State's
rusted shield, 275.

Ligeia! Ligeia! 40.

Listen, my children, and you shall hear, 233.
Little I ask; my wants are few, 371.

Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,
61.

Long I followed happy guides, 84.

Long, too long America, 578.

Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, 616.
Look out! Look out, boys! Clear the track! 405.
Lord of all being! throned afar, 377.
Lo! 't is a gala night, 47.

No Berserk thirst of blood had they, 345.
No fate, save by the victim's fault, is low, 91.
No more these simple flowers belong, 287.
Not as all other women are, 410.
Not in the solitude, 17.

Not in the world of light alone, 369.
Not the pilot has charged himself, 587.

Not to exclude or demarcate, or pick out evils,
609.

Not unto us who did but seek, 313.

Not without envy Wealth at times must look, 346.
Now speaks mine other heart with cheerier seem-
ing, 618.

Now Time throws off his cloak again, 103.

O Cæsar, we who are about to die, 248.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
581.

O'er all the hill-tops, 149.

O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched hands,
292.

O even-handed Nature! we confess, 382.

O fairest of the rural maids! 9.

Of all the rides since the birth of time, 296.

O Friends! with whom my feet have trod, 314.
Often I think of the beautiful town, 210.

Of that blithe throat of thine from arctic bleak
and blank, 606.

Oft have I seen at some cathedral door, 240.
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart, 7.
Oh for one hour of youthful joy! 366.

Oh, slow to smite and swift to spare, 31.
Oh what is Heaven but the fellowship, 92.

O lady fair, these silks of mine are beautiful and
rare, 259.

O little feet! that such long years, 239.

O lonely bay of Trinity, 301.

O Love Divine, that stooped to share, 377.
O Love! O Life! Our faith and sight, 326.

O magnet-South! O glistening perfumed South!
my South! 565.

O moonlight deep and tender, 412.

O Mother Earth! upon thy lap, 260.
O mother of a mighty race, 21.

Onaway! Awake, beloved! 184.

On bravely through the sunshine and the show-

ers! 92.

Once git a smell o' musk into a draw, 480.
Once it smiled a silent dell, 44.

Once more, O all-adjusting Death! 352.
Once more on yonder laurelled height, 304.

Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands, 20.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered,
weak and weary, 48.

One broad, white sail in Spezzia's treacherous
bay, 364.

One of your old-world stories, Uncle John, 24.
One's-self I sing, a simple separate person, 587.
On prince or bride no diamond stone, 95.
On sunny slope and beechen swell, 103.
On the beach at night, 590.
On the isle of Penikese, 342.

On woodlands ruddy with autumn, 30.
Opening one day a book of mine, 528.

O poet rare and old! 285.

Or, haply, how if this contrarious West, 618.
O sight of pity, shame and dole! 588.

O star of France, 596.

O star of morning and of liberty! 241.
O tenderly the haughty day, 88.

Others may praise what they like, 581.

O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! 612.
Our band is few but true and tried, 17.
Our fathers' God! from out whose hand, 346.
Our fellow-countrymen in chains! 262.
Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord, 327.
Our Lord and Master of us all, 326.

Our love is not a fading, earthly flower, 412.
Our ship lay tumbling in an angry sea, 489.
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, 557.
Out of the hills of Habersham, 621.

Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop
gently to me, 578.

Over his head were the maple buds, 94.
Over his keys the musing organist, 453.
Over our manhood bend the skies, 453.
Over sea, hither from Niphon, 567.

Over the carnage rose prophetic a voice, 578.
Over the monstrous shambling sea, 628.

Over the Western sea hither from Niphon come,

Shun passion, fold the hands of thrift, 92.
Shut not your doors to me proud libraries, 579.
Simple and fresh and fair from winter's close
emerging, 607.

Singing my days, 590.

Six thankful weeks, - and let it be, 65.
Slow toiling upward from the misty vale, 386.
Small is the theme of the following Chant, 587.
Small the theme of my chant, 587.

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn, 282.
Solemnly, mournfully, 121.

Some die too late and some too soon, 348.
Some of your hurts you have cured, 94.
Somewhat back from the village street, 120.
So nigh is grandeur to our dust, 99.

So when there came a mighty cry of Land! 619.
Speak and tell us, our Ximena, looking north-
ward far away, 277.

Speak! speak! thou fearful guest! 108.

Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou, 15.
Spirit that form'd this scene, 605.
Stars of the summer night! 111.
States! 561.

Statesman, I thank thee! and, if yet dissent, 303.
Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest, 255.
Still sits the school-house by the road, 337.
Still thirteen years: 'tis autumn now, 462.
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which
needs, 3.

Stream of my fathers! sweetly still, 264.
Strong, simple, silent are the [steadfast] laws,

530.

Summer's last sun nigh unto setting shines, 353.
Superb and sole, upon a plumèd spray, 620.
Sweetest of all childlike dreams, 311.

Take this kiss upon the brow! 41.
Teach me your mood, O patient stars! 91.
Tears! tears! tears! 587.

Tell me, maiden, dost thou use, 59.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, 104.
Tell men what they knew before, 92.
Test of the poet is knowledge of love, 95.
Thank Heaven! the crisis, 55.
Thanks in old age - thanks ere I go, 608.
Thanks to the morning light, 82.
That book is good, 93.

That each should in his house abide, 92.

That's a rather bold speech, my Lord Bacon, 529.
The Ages come and go, 242.

The autumn-time has come, 337.

The bard and mystic held me for their own, 92.
The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon

its Southern way, 270.

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see, 41.

The commonplace I sing, 608.

The cordage creaks and rattles in the wind, 418.
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary, 111.
The day is done, and the darkness, 115.
The Dervish whined to Said, 92.

Thee for my recitative, 604.

The elder folks shook hands at last, 327.

The electric nerve, whose instantaneous thrill. 50.
The free winds told him what they knew, 93.

The friends that are, and friends that were, 380.
The gale that wrecked you on the sand, 94.
The gods talk in the breath of the woods, 92.
The green grass is bowing, 59.

The groves were God's first temples, 12.
The harp at Nature's advent strung, 327.

The hound was cuffed, the hound was kicked,
611.

The innocent, sweet Day is dead, 611.

The land, that, from the rule of kings, 352.

The lights are out, and gone are all the guests,

243.

The little gate was reached at last, 461.
The lords of life, the lords of life, 77.
The minstrel of the classic lay, 403.
The mountain and the squirrel, 73.
The mountains glitter in the snow, 367.
The night is come, but not too soon, 104.
The noble sire fallen on evil days, 598.
The pines were dark on Ramoth hill, 303.

The piping of our slender, peaceful reeds, 378.
The Play is over. While the light, 404.

The prairie-grass dividing, its special odor breath-
ing, 563.

The proudest now is but my peer, 285.
There

are some qualities - some incorporate
things, 47.

There are truths you Americans need to be told,

448.

There came a youth upon the earth, 412.

There comes Emerson first, whose rich words,
every one, 442.

There comes Poe, with his raven, like Barnaby
Rudge, 449.

There is a quiet spirit in these woods, 102.

There is Bryant, as quiet, as cool, and as digni-
fied, 444.

There is Hawthorne, with genius so shrinking
and rare, 446.

There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to
climb, 452.

There is no flock, however watched and tended,
149.

There is no great and no small, 73.

There is Whittier, whose swelling and vehement
heart, 445.

There's Holmes, who is matchless among you for
wit, 452.

There was a child went forth every day, 532.

There was a young man in Boston town, 360.
There was never a leaf on bush or tree, 456.
The rising moon has hid the stårs, 111.
The river hemmed with leaning trees, 341.
The robin laughed in the orange-tree, 620.
The robins sang in the orchard, the buds into
blossoms grew, 336.

The rounded world is fair to see, 77.

The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, 246.
The sea is the road of the bold, 94.

These are the gardens of the Desert, these, 18.
The seed that wasteful autumn cast, 365.
These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were
bred, 529.

The shades of night were falling fast, 112.

The shadows round the inland sea, 281.
The skies they were ashen and sober, 51.
The snow had begun in the gloaming, 459.
The South-land boasts its teeming cane, 281.
The South-wind brings, 77.

The Sphinx is drowsy, 71.

The Star of Fame shines down upon the river,
246, note.

The stars of Night contain the glittering Day,

611.

The storm and peril overpast, 348.

The subtle power in perfume found, 351.

The sun athwart the cloud thought it no sin, 91.

The sunlight glitters keen and bright, 266.

The sun set, but set not his hope, 92.

The sun that brief December day, 315.

The tide rises, the tide falls, 256.

The time has been that these wild solitudes, 5.

The wind is roistering out of doors, 500.
The work of the Lord by night, 98.

The works of human artifice soon tire, 104.
The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep,

246.

They put their finger on their lip, 96.
Thick-sprinkled bunting! flag of stars! 580.
Thine eyes still shined for me, though far, 60.
Think me not unkind and rude, 62.

This ancient silver bowl of mine, it tells of good
old times, 359.

This is our place of meeting; opposite, 399.
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, 114.
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring
pines and the hemlocks, 121.

This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, 368.
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the
wordless, 606.

This is your month, the month of 'perfect days,'

Thou unrelenting Past! 15.

Thou wast all that to me, love, 45.

Thou wast the fairest of all man-made things, 530.
Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm, 603.
Thou who wouldst see the lovely and the wild, 9.
Thou, who wouldst wear the name, 29.

Thou wouldst be loved?- then let thy heart, 46.
Thrash away, you 'll her to rattle, 431.

Three Silences there are: the first of speech, 253.
Thy love thou sentest oft to me, 423.
Thy summer voice, Musketaqnit, 87.
Thy trivial harp will never please, 81.

'Tis like stirring living embers when, at eighty,
one remembers, 389.

"Tis midnight: through my troubled dream, 381.
"Tis the noon of the spring-time, yet never a bird,
284.

To clothe the fiery thought, 94.

To heal his heart of long-time pain, 626.

To him who in the love of Nature holds, 1.
Too young for love? 404.

To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height,
627.

To the God of all sure mercies let my blessing
rise to-day, 267.

To those who died for her on land and sea, 524.
To those who've fail'd, in aspiration vast, 607.
Trees in groves, 74.

True Brahmin, in the morning meadows wet, 94.
Truth: So the frontlet's older legend ran, 396.
Try the might the Muse affords, 93.

Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of
gloom, 118.

"T was a vision of childhood that came with its
dawn, 365.

"T was on the famous trotting-ground, 392.
"Twixt this and dawn, three hours my soul will
smite, 617.

Two angels, one of Life and one of Death, 157.
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary, 45.

Unbar the door, since thou the Opener art, 95.
Under a spreading chestnut-tree, 108.
Up from the meadows rich with corn, 309.
Up the streets of Aberdeen, 275.

Vex not the Muse with idle prayers, 407.
Vigil strange I kept on the field one night, 573.

Warm and still is the summer night, 251.
Weak-winged is song, 490.

We are what we are made; each following day,
60.

We count the broken lyres that rest, 373.
We may not climb the heavenly steeps, 325.
We praise not now the poet's art, 312.
We saw the slow tides go and come, 343.
What best I see in thee, 605.

What care I, so they stand the same, 86.
What fairings will ye that I bring? 459.
What flecks the outer gray beyond, 324.
What heartache - ne'er a hill! 621.
What is so rare as a day in June? 453.
What say the Bells of San Blas, 258.

What visionary tints the year puts on, 424.

When a deed is done for Freedom, through the

broad earth's aching breast, 421.

When beechen buds begin to swell, 2.

When breezes are soft and skies are fair, 4.
When descends on the Atlantic, 116.
Whene'er a noble deed is wrought, 212.
When I heard at the close of the day, 562.
When I heard the learn'd astronomer, 579.
When I peruse the conquer'd fame of heroes, 563.
When I remember them, those friends of mine,
246.

When I think of my beloved, 188.
When I was a beggarly boy, 500.
When I was born, 85.

When legislators keep the law, 368.
When life hath run its largest round, 366.
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, 581.
When the full-grown poet came, 603.
When the hours of Day are numbered, 105.
When the pine tosses its cones, 66.
When wise Minerva still was young, 465.
Where are the Poets, unto whom belong, 257.
Where in its old historic splendor stands, 365,

note.

Where is this patriarch you are kindly greeting?

397.

Whether is better, the gift or the donor? 67.
Whispers of heavenly death murmur'd I hear, 588.
White clouds, whose shadows haunt the deep,
286.

White swan of cities, slumbering in thy nest, 253.
Whither? Albeit I follow fast, 463.
Whither, midst falling dew, 3.

Who are you dusky woman, so ancient hardly hu-
man, 589.

Who cometh over the hills, 509.
Who gave thee, O Beauty, 76.

Who of all statesmen is his country's pride, 362
Why, who makes much of a miracle? 552.
With a glory of winter sunshine, 350.
With husky-haughty lips, O Sea! 606.

With snow-white veil and garments as of flame,
241.

Word over all, beautiful as the sky, 586.

Words pass as wind, but where great deeds were
done, 512.

Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight? 542.

Yes, faith is a goodly anchor, 463.

Yes, sometimes to the sorrow-stricken, 92.
Yet, in the maddening maze of things, 314.
Yon mountain's side is black with night, 286.
You bards of ages hence! when you refer to me,
561.

You shall not be overbold, 96.

Youth, large, lusty, loving-youth full of grace.
force, fascination, 606.

Aboard at a ship's helm (Whitman), 586.
Abraham Davenport (Whittier), 323.
*Αδακρυν νέμονται αἰῶνα (Emerson), 95.

After a Lecture on Shelley (Holmes), 364.

After a Lecture on Wordsworth (Holmes), 363.
After an Interval (Whitman), 604.

After the Burial (Lowell), 463.
After the Curfew (Holmes), 404.
Agassiz (Lowell), 501.

Agassiz, The Fiftieth Birthday of (Longfellow),

211.

Agassiz, The Prayer of (Whittier), 342.

Al Aaraaf, Song from (Poe), 39.
Aladdin (Lowell), 500.

All Here (Holmes), 384.

America singing, I hear (Whitman), 560.
Among the Hills (Whittier), 330.
Amy Wentworth (Whittier), 304.
Anacreon, The Lyre of (Holmes), 403.
Andrew Rykman's Prayer (Whittier), 307.
Angels, Footsteps of (Longfellow), 105.
Angels of Buena Vista, The (Whittier), 277.
Annabel Lee (Poe), 56.

Annie, For (Poe), 55.

Annie and Rhoda, see The Sisters (Whittier), 339.

Antiquity of Freedom, The (Bryant), 20.

Apology, The (Emerson), 62.

April (Whittier), 284.

Arisen at Last (Whittier), 291.

Arrow and the Song, The (Longfellow), 120.

Arsenal at Springfield, The (Longfellow), 114.
Art and Nature (Longfellow), 104.

As a strong Bird on Pinions free, see Thou Mother
with thy equal brood (Whitman), 598.

As I lay with my head in your lap camerado
(Whitman), 586.

Assurances (Whitman), 553.

As the Greek's Signal Flame (Whitman), 607.
As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods (Whit-
man), 574.

Astræa (Whittier), 285.

At a Meeting of Friends (Holmes), 375.

At Eventide (Whittier), 347.

At the Burns Centennial (Lowell), 467.
At the Saturday Club (Holmes), 399.
Auf Wiedersehen (Lowell), 461.
Aunt, My (Holmes), 357.
Auspex (Lowell), 527.

Autocrat, Our (Whittier), 347.
Autograph, An (Whittier), 350.
Autograph, For an (Lowell), 499.
Autumn Walk, My (Bryant), 30.
Autumn Woods (Bryant), 11.
Ave Maria (Poe), 45.

Ballad of the French Fleet, A (Longfellow), 254.
Ballad of the Oysterman, The (Holmes), 355.
Barbara Frietchie (Whittier), 309.

Barclay of Ury (Whittier), 275.

Barefoot Boy, The (Whittier), 291.
Bartholdi Statue, The (Whittier), 352.

Base of all Metaphysics, The (Whitman), 589.
Bathed in war's perfume (Whitman), 581.
Battle-Field, The (Bryant), 20.
Bayard Taylor, To (Lanier), 627.

Beach at Night, On the (Whitman), 590.
Beat! Beat! Drums! (Whitman), 572.
Beauty, Ode to (Emerson), 76.
Beaver Brook (Lowell), 458.
Beethoven, To (Lanier), 619.

Beleaguered City, The (Longfellow), 106.

Belfry of Bruges, The: Carillon (Longfellow), 118.
Bells, The (Poe), 53.

Bells of San Blas, The (Longfellow), 258.
'Beloved, in the noisy city here' (Lowell), 412.
Benedicite (Whittier), 283.

Bibliolatres (Lowell), 458.

Biglow Papers, The: First Series (Lowell), 430.
Biglow Papers, The: Second Series (Lowell), 472.
Bill and Joe (Holmes), 385.

Birds of Killingworth, The (Longfellow), 235.
Birthday of Agassiz, The Fiftieth (Longfellow),
211.

Birthday of Daniel Webster (Holmes), 366.
Bivouac on a Mountain Side (Whitman), 572.
Bohemian Hymn, The (Emerson), 96.

Borrowing (Emerson), 94.

Boston Hymn (Emerson), 98.
Botanist (Emerson), 94.

Boys, The (Holmes), 374.

Brahma (Emerson), 88.

Breakfast-Table Series, Epilogue to the (Holmes),

387.

Bridge, The (Longfellow), 119.

Broadway Pageant, A (Whitman), 567.

Brooklyn Ferry, Crossing (Whitman), 553.

Broomstick Train, The (Holmes), 405.

Brother Jonathan's Lament for Sister Caroline
(Holmes), 378.

Brown of Ossawatomie (Whittier), 302.

Bryant on his Birthday (Whittier), 312.

Bryant's Seventieth Birthday (Holmes), 382.

B. Sawin, Esq., A Second Letter from (Lowell).
436.

Buena Vista, The Angels of (Whittier), 277.
Builders, The (Longfellow), 149.

Building of the Ship, The (Longfellow), 151.
Bunker-Hill Battle, Grandmother's Story of
(Holmes), 389.