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Home from the observatory, 631.
Home of the Percys' high-born race, 37.
Honest Stradivari made me, 641.
Hope, is this thy hand, 620.

Hopes grimly banished from the heart, 613.
Ho! pony. Down the lonely road, 417.

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Ho, there! Fisherman, hold your hand!" 303. How are songs begot and bred? 280.

How, as a spider's web is spun, 590.

How beautiful to live as thou didst live! 536. How can it be that I forget, 719.

How cold are thy baths, Apollo! 125.

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, 20.

How fades that native breath, 686.

How I should like a birthday!" said the child, 761.

How long it seems since that mild April night, 369.

How long I've loved thee, and how well, 624. How shall we know it is the last good-by? 357. How shall we tell an angel, 700.

How slight a thing may set one's fancy drifting, 563.

How small a tooth hath mined the season's heart! 574.

How still the room is! But a while ago, 363. How they are provided for upon the earth (appearing at intervals), 221.

Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky, 588.
Hymettus' bees are out on filmy wing, 188.

I am a white falcon, hurrah! 282.

I am dying, Egypt, dying! 303.

I am immortal! I know it! I feel it! 772.

I am not what I was yesterday, 732.

I am old and blind! 193.

I am the mown grass, dying at your feet, 760. I am the spirit of the morning sea, 474.

I am the Virgin; from this granite ledge, 687.

I am Thy grass, O Lord! 611.

I and my cousin Wildair met, 554.

I ask not how thy suffering came, 719.

I bear an unseen burden constantly, 524.

I beg the pardon of these flowers, 631.

I broke one day a slender stem, 364.

I burn no incense, hang no wreath, 82.

I cannot look above and see, 192.

I cannot make him dead! 35.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, 221.

I could have stemmed misfortune's tide, 198.

I count my time by times that I meet thee, 475.

I crave, dear Lord, 561.

I dare not think that thou art by, to stand, 725.

I did not think that I should find them there, 728.

I died; they wrapped me in a shroud, 523.

I do affirm that thou hast saved the race, 400.

I do not own an inch of land, 299.

I don't go much on religion, 397.

I dreamed two spirits came — one dusk as night, 630.

I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night,


If all the trees in all the woods were men, 161.

If all the voices of men called out warning you, and you could not join your voice with their voices, 639.

If any record of our names, 703.

I fear no power a woman wields, 670.

I feel a poem in my heart to-night, 331.

I feel the breath of the summer night, 259.
If I, athirst by a stream, should kneel, 739.
If I but knew what the tree-tops say, 678.
If I could know, 409.

If I lay waste and wither up with doubt, 387.
I fill this cup to one made up, 81.

If I must die, 744.

If I shall ever win the home in heaven, 233.

If I were a cloud in heaven, 290.

If I were very sure, 420.

If Jesus Christ is a man, 478.

If my best wines mislike thy taste, 385.
I found a yellow flower in the grass, 652.

I found the phrase to every thought, 320.
If recollecting were forgetting, 320.

If spirits walk, love, when the night climbs slow, 693.

If still they live, whom touch nor sight, 576.
If there be graveyards in the heart, 712.
If the red slayer think he slays, 93.

If this little world to-night, 697.

If thou wert lying cold and still and white, 463. If, when I kneel to pray, 540.

If wisdom's height is only disenchantment, 730.

If with light head erect I sing, 182.

I gazed upon the glorious sky, 56.

I had my birth where stars were born, 466.

I have a little kinsman, 333.

I have not told my garden yet, 322.

I have two friends - two glorious friends- two better could not be, 270.

I heard the bells of Bethlehem ring, 478.

I heard the trailing garments of the Night, 111.

I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, 666.

I hear you, little bird, 543.

I hung my verses in the wind, 101.

I idle stand that I may find employ, 173.

I know a place where the sun is like gold, 692.

I know a story, fairer, dimmer, sadder, 374.

I know a way, 432.

I know, I know where violets blow, 767.

I know it must be winter (though I sleep), 575.

I know not what will befall me: God hangs a mist o'er my eyes, 469.

I lay in silence, dead. A woman came, 444.

I lay on Delos of the Cyclades, 496.

I leave behind me the elm-shadowed square, 382.

I lift mine eyes against the sky, 772.

I lift this sumach-bough with crimson flare,


I like a church; I like a cowl, 91.

I like the man who faces what he must, 467.

I call thy frown a headsman, passing grim, 263 I'll not believe the dullard, 746.

I looked one night, and there Semiramis, 542. I look upon thy happy face, 614.

I loved thee long and dearly, 197.

I love the old melodious lays, 128,

I love thy kingdom, Lord, 10.

I love to steal awhile away, 28.

I made a song for my dear love's delight, 636.
I made the cross myself whose weight, 720.
I'm a gwine to tell you bout de comin' ob de
Saviour, 459.

I met a little Elf-man, once, 693.
I mid the hills was born, 188.

I'm king of the road! I gather, 680.
In a branch of willow hid, 7.

In an ocean, 'way out yonder, 528.
In a tangled, scented hollow, 606.
Inaudible move day and night, 412.
In a valley, centuries ago, 461.
In battle-line of sombre gray, 625.

In days when George the Third was King, 769.

In each green leaf a memory let die, 756.

I never build a song by night or day, 542.
I never had a happier time, 470.

I never saw a moor, 322.

In good condition, 768.

In Heaven a spirit doth dwell, 148.

In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,


In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain,

Innocent spirits, bright, immaculate ghosts, 386.
Insect or blossom? Fragile, fairy thing, 495.
In shining groups, each stem a pearly ray, 487.
In spite of all the learned have said, 4.

In tangled wreaths, in clustered gleaming stars,


In Tennessee the dog-wood tree, 763.

In the coiled shell sounds Ocean's distant roar,

In the darkness deep, 679.

In the gloomy ocean bed, 498.

In the greenest of our valleys, 149.

In the groined alcoves of an ancient tower, 649.
In their ragged regimentals, 451.

In the loud waking world I come and go, 423.
In the night, 733.

In the still, star-lit night, 258.

In the old churchyard at Fredericksburg, 583.
In the white moonlight, where the willow waves,

In thy coach of state, 719.

Into the caverns of the sea, 725.

Into the noiseless country Annie went, 239.
Into the west of the waters on the living ocean's
foam, 591.

Into the woods my Master went, 437.
In vain we call old notions fudge, 215.

In what a strange bewilderment do we, 324.


pace the sounding sea-beach and behold, 124.
passed by a garden, a little Dutch garden, 681.
I picture her there in the quaint old room, 422.
I pray you, what 's asleep? 669.

I put thy hand aside, and turn away, 448.

I read somewhere that a swan, snow-white, 375.
I read the marble-lettered name, 287.

I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is
Truthful James, 405.

I said "My heart, now let us sing a song," 417.

I said to Sorrow's awful storm, 29.

I's a little Alabama Coon, 680.

I saw a man, by some accounted wise, 255.
I saw a picture once by Angelo, 646.

I saw her scan her sacred scroll, 307.
I saw him once before, 154.

I saw Love stand, 767.

I saw not they were strange, the ways I roam,

I saw the constellated matin choir, 2.

I saw them kissing in the shade, 752.

I saw these dreamers of dreams go by, 65€.

I saw the twinkle of white feet, 204.

I saw thy beauty in its high estate, 311.

I saw- -'t was in a dream, the other night, 444.

I saw two clouds at morning, 76.


say it under the rose, 384.

I's boun' to see my gal to-night, 738.

I see a tiny fluttering form, 612.

I see before me now a travelling army halting,

I see the cloud-born squadrons of the gale, 318.
I see the star-lights quiver, 362.

I see thee still! thou art not dead, 197.

I see them, crowd on crowd they walk the
earth, 174.

I send thee a shell from the ocean beach, 341.
I served in a great cause, 638.

I shall go out when the light comes in, 720.
I shot an arrow into the air, 115.

I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in
the Battle of Life, 219.

I stand upon the summit of my life, 305.
I stood within the cypress gloom, 616.

I studied my tables over and over, and back-
ward and forward, too, 588.

"Is water nigh? "655.

I take my chaperon to the play, 600.
It came upon the midnight clear, 194.
It cannot be that He who made, 469.
I think if I should cross the room, 482.

I think it is over, over, 319.

I think that we retain of our dead friends, 488.
It is dark and lonesome here, 282.

It is good to strive against wind and rain, 698.
It is in Winter that we dream of Spring, 531.
It is not death to die, 192.

It is that pale, delaying hour, 515.
It is the bittern's solemn cry, 677.
It is the hour when Arno turns, 741.
It is the same infrequent star, 191.
It is time to be old, 97.

It lies around us like a cloud, 194.
I tink I hear my brudder say, 459.

I tripped along a narrow way, 701.
I told myself in singing words, 667.

I try to knead and spin, but my life is low the
while, 665.

It seemed to be but chance, yet who shall say,

It settles softly on your things, 700.

It sings to me in sunshine, 289,

It's only we, Grimalkin, both fond and fancy
free, 410.

It trembled off the key,- -a parting kiss, 715.
It was a Sergeant old and gray, 456.
It was a still autumnal day, 488.

It was but yesterday, my love, thy little heart
beat high, 76.

It was Christmas Eve in the year fourteen, 301.
It was many and many a year ago, 151.

It was nothing but a rose I gave her, 354.
It was only the clinging touch, 592.

I understand the large hearts of heroes, 223.
I've borne full many a sorrow, I've suffered
many a loss, 567.

I waked; the sun was in the sky, 346.
I walked beside the evening sea, 305.
I wanted you when skies were red, 715.
I warn, like the one drop of rain, 537.

I was asking for something specific and perfect
for my city, 226.

I was with Grant "— the stranger said, 406.
I watch the leaves that flutter in the wind, 351.
I watch her in the corner there, 289.

I weep those dead lips, white and dry, 691.

I went to dig a grave for Love, 719.

I will not look for him, I will not hear, 754.

I will rise, I will go from the places that are
dark with passion and pain, 592.

I wish I were the little key, 403.

I wish that I could have my wish to-night, 391.

I won a noble fame, 363.

I wonder, dear, if you had been, 541.

I would I had been island-born, 696.

I would not live alway-live alway below! 74.

I would unto my fair restore, 666.

I write my name as one, 141.

I wrote some lines once on a time, 154.

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Let me come in where you sit weeping, ay,

Life of Ages, richly poured, 254.
Lighter than dandelion down, 724.

Light of dim mornings; shield from heat and
cold, 268.

Light-winged Smoke! Icarian bird, 183.

Like as the lark that, soaring higher and higher,

Like Crusoe with the bootless gold we stand,

Like some great pearl from out the Orient, 756.
Like some huge bird that sinks to rest, 736.
Like to a coin, passing from hand to hand, 534.
Like to the leaf that falls, 639.

Linked to a clod, harassed, and sad, 384.
List to that bird! His song -
- what poet pens

it, 751.

Little, I ween, did Mary guess, 417.
"Little Haly! Little Haly!" cheeps the robin
in the tree, 561.

Little masters, hat in hand, 489.

Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to
stay, 562.

Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked
clown, 90.

Lo! above the mournful chanting, 747.

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne, 147.
Long hours we toiled up through the solemn
wood, 736.

Look how it sparkles, see it greet, 763.
Lo! through a shadowy valley, 176.
Lo! 't is a gala night, 149.

Lofty against our Western dawn uprises
Achilles, 567.

Lonely and cold and fierce I keep my way, 491.
Long I followed happy guides, 93.

Long has the summer sunlight shone, 306.
Long, long before the Babe could speak, 490.
Look now, directed by yon candle's blaze, 50.
Look on this cast, and know the hand, 355.
Look out upon the stars, my love, 82.

"Look up," she said; and all the heavens
blazed, 416.

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Misshapen, black, unlovely to the sight, 552.
More shy than the shy violet, 555.
Most men know love but as a part of life, 316.
Mother of nations, of them eldest we, 594.
Much have I spoken of the faded leaf, 257.
Mute, sightless visitant, 337.

My absent daughter-gentle, gentle maid, 464.
My body answers you, my blood, 718.

My body, eh? Friend Death, how now ? 325.
My boy Kree? 606.

My brigantine! 30.

My brudder sittin' on de tree of life, 459.

My chile? Lord, no, she's none o' mine, 749.
My Christmas gifts were few: to one, 240.
My country, 't is of thee, 153.

My Dearling!- thus, in days long fled, 327.
My faith looks up to Thee, 153.

My feet strike an apex of the apices of the
stairs, 224.

My foe was dark, and stern, and grim, 501.
My highway is unfeatured air, 186.

My life closed twice before its close, 320.
My life is like a stroll upon the beach, 182,
My life is like the summer rose, 27.
My little girl is nested, 577.

My little Mädchen found one day, 363.
My little neighbor's table 's set, 633.
My little one begins his feet to try, 672.

My love leads the white bulls to sacrifice, 733.
My Love too stately is to be but fair, 483.
My mind lets go a thousand things, 384.
My mother says I must not pass, 375.
My prow is tending toward the west, 359.
My short and happy day is done, 398.
My son, thou wast my heart's delight, 28.
My soul to-day, 252.

Myriads of motley molecules through space,
Myrtle, and eglantine, 506.

My window is the open sky, 506.

Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes, 296.


Nature reads not our labels, "great" and
**small," 586.

Nay, I have loved thee! 496.

Near strange, weird temples, where the Ganges'
tide, 522.

Near the lake where drooped the willow, 83.
Never a beak has my white bird, 587.
Never yet was a springtime, 391.

New England's dead! New England's dead!


Nigger mighty happy w'en he layin' by co'n, 513.
Night after night we dauntlessly embark, 492.
Nightingales warble about it, 590.

Nigh to a grave that was newly made, 681.
No ceaseless vigil with hard toil we keep, 467.
No freeman, saith the wise, thinks much on
death, 688.

No life in earth, or air, or sky, 404.

No more the battle or the chase, 490.

None call the flower! . . . I will not so malign,


No! No! 511.

No, no, I well remember-proofs, you said, 24.
No, not in the halls of the noble and proud, 167.
No one could tell me where my Soul might be,

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Not in the sky, 107.

Not in the world of light alone, 157.
Not least, 't is ever my delight, 724.
Not lips of mine have ever said, 695.

Not merely for our pleasure, but to purge, 627.
Not midst the lightning of the stormy fight, 455.
Not mine to draw the cloth-yard shaft, 653.
Not on a prayerless bed, not on a prayerless
bed, 85.

Not trust you, dear? Nay, 't is not true, 669.
Not with slow, funereal sound, 385.

"Not ye who have stoned, not ye who have
smitten us," cry, 642.

Now all the cloudy shapes that float and lie,

Now all the flowers that ornament the grass,

Now are the winds about us in their glee, 107.
Now Camilla's fair fingers are plucking in rap-

ture the pulsating strings, 758.

Now comes the graybeard of the north, 442.
Now dandelions in the short, new grass, 333.
Now England lessens on my sight, 569.

Now for a brisk and cheerful fight!" 277.
"Now half a hundred years had I been born,"

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'Now I lay me down to sleep," 470.

Now is Light, sweet mother, down the west,

Now is the cherry in blossom, Love, 770.
Now, on a sudden, I know it, the secret, the
secret of life, 653.

"Now since mine even is come at last," 642.
Now Summer finds her perfect prime, 399.
Now the frosty stars are gone, 271.

Oak leaves are big as the mouse's ear, 515.
O bird, thou dartest to the sun, 249.

O brother Planets, unto whom I cry, 746.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is
done, 231.

O child, had I thy lease of time! such un-
imagined things, 673.

O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn !

O dappled throat of white! Shy, hidden bird!

O dawn upon me slowly, Paradise! 631.

O Death, we come full-handed to thy gate, 762.
O destined Land, unto thy citadel, 593.

O Earth! art thou not weary of thy graves?

O Earth! thou hast not any wind that blows,

O'er a low couch the setting sun had thrown
its latest ray, 80.

O'er the wet sands an insect crept, 218.
O'er the yellow crocus on the lawn, 545.
Of all the rides since the birth of time, 133.
O fairest of the rural maids! 54.
Of all the souls that stand create, 321.

Ofar-off darling in the South, 362.
O far-off rose of long ago, 747.

O flower of passion, rocked by balmy gales,


Of old, a man who died, 688.

O fountain of Bandusia! 530.

O friends! with whom my feet have trod, 135.
Of heavenly stature, but most human smile, 589.
Often I think of the beautiful town, 121.

Oft have I stood upon the foaming strand, 766.
Oft have I wakened ere the spring of day, 576.
O gallant brothers of the generous South, 180.
O God, our Father, if we had but truth! 421.
O God, thy moon is on the hills, 582.

O gold Hyperion, love-lorn Porphyro, 243.
Oh, band in the pine-wood, cease! 455.
Oh, de good ole chariot swing so low, 459.
Oh, did you see him riding down, 424.
Oh, frame some little word for me, 400.

O, have you been in Gudbrand's dale, where
Laagen's mighty flood, 512.

O hearken, all ye little weeds, 626.

Oh, I am weary of a heart that brings, 766.
Oh, it's twenty gallant gentlemen, 640.
Oh! little loveliest lady mine, 525.

Oh mother of a mighty race, 62.

Oh, the wind from the desert blew in ! - Kham-
sin, 659.

Oh, what a night for a soul to go! 506.

Oh, what a set of Vagabundos, 338.

Oh, what's the way to Arcady, 596.

O, inexpressible as sweet, 591.

O, it is great for our country to die, where ranks
are contending! 70.

O joy of creation, 407.

O keeper of the Sacred Key, 389.

Old Horace on a summer afternoon, 768.

Old man never had much to say, 559.

Old soldiers true, ah, them all men can trust,


Old wine to drink! 199.

O lend to me, sweet nightingale, 88.

O let me die a-singing, 740.

O lifted face of mute appeal! 509.

O li'l' lamb out in de col', 738.

O little buds, break not so fast! 694.

O little town of Bethlehem, 468.

O living image of eternal youth! 626.
O lonesome sea-gull, floating far, 327.

O Love Divine, that stooped to share, 159.
O love, so sweet at first, 465.

Olympian sunlight is the Poet's sphere, 423.
On a green slope, most fragrant with the spring,

On an olive-crested steep, 690.

Once before, this self-same air, 393.
Once hoary Winter chanced-alas! 697.
Once I knew a fine song, 733.
Once I saw mountains angry, 734.

Once more, once more, my Mary dear, 84.
Once the head is gray, 281.

Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands, 60.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered,
weak and weary, 144.

Once when the wind was on the roof, 668.
One calm and cloudless winter night, 414.
One day between the Lip and the Heart, 13.

One day I saw a ship upon the sands, 677.
One day there entered at my chamber door, 441 -
One day thou didst desert me- - then I learned


One elf, I trow, is diving now, 88.

One night I lay asleep in Africa, 308.
One sat within a hung and lighted room, 602.
One shadow glides from the dumb shore, 482.
One steed I have of common clay, 391.
One sweetly solemn thought, 297.

On hoary Conway's battlemented height, 276.
O nightingale, the poets' bird, 718.

On Kingston Bridge the starlight shone, 553.
Only to find Forever, blest, 715.

On scent of game from town to town he flew, 6.
On softest pillows my dim eyes unclose, 500.
On the road, the lonely road, 323.

On the wide veranda white, 737.

On this wondrous sea, 322.

On woodlands ruddy with autumn, 65.
On your bare rocks, O barren moors, 186.
‘O pitying angel, pause, and say," 533.
O poet rare and old! 130.

pour upon my soul again, 18.

O power of Love, O wondrous mystery! 671.
O ruddy Lover, 624.

O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,


say, my flattering heart, 20.

O steadfast trees that know, 415.

O, struck beneath the laurel, where the singing
fountains are, 592.

O tenderly the haughty day, 100.

O to lie in long grasses! 654.

O touch me not, unless thy soul, 581.

O thou great Movement of the Universe, 60.

O thou great Wrong that, through the slow-
paced years, 66.

O thorn-crowned Sorrow, pitiless and stern, 671.
Ouphe and goblin! imp and sprite! 45.

Our eyeless bark sails free, 97.

Our fathers' God! from out whose hand, 140.
Our many years are made of clay and cloud,

Our Mother, loved of all thy sons, 652.

Our mother, while she turned her wheel, 137.
Our share of night to bear, 320.

Out in the dark it throbs and glows, 371.

Out in the misty moonlight, 551.

Out of a cavern on Parnassus' side, 358.
Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass, 458.
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, 227.
Out of the dusk a shadow, 489.

Out of the focal and foremost fire, 254.

Out of the heart there flew a little singing bird,

Out of the hills of Habersham, 434.

Out of the old house, Nancy-moved up into
the new, 493.

Out of the mighty Yule log came, 613.

Out where the sky and the sky-blue sea, 739.
Overloaded, undermanned, 756.

Over the dim confessional cried, 714.
Over the plains where Persian hosts, 533.
Over our heads the branches made, 633.

Over their graves rang once the bugle's call

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