A batter'd, wreck'd old man, 601.

A beautiful and happy girl, 265.
Aboard at a ship's helm, 586.

A carol closing sixty-nine-a résumé - a repeti-
tion, 607.

A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me
with full hands, 533.

A Christian! going, gone! 272.

A cloud, like that the old-time Hebrew saw, 349.
A crazy bookcase, placed before, 387.

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,
604.

After surmounting three-score and ten, 608.

A gold fringe on the purpling hem, 344.

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown
forever! 43.

Ah, Clemence! when I saw thee last, 358.
A hundred years! they're quickly fled, 467.

A line in long array where they wind betwixt
green islands, 572.

All are architects of Fate, 149.

All as God wills, who wisely heeds, 302.
Alone in Rome. Why, Rome is lonely too, 60.
Along a river-side, I know not where, 469.
Along the roadside, like the flowers of gold, 330.
Am I a king, that I should call my own, 255.
A mighty Hand, from an exhaustless Urn, 33.
A mist was driving down the British Channel, 156.
Among the thousands who with hail and cheer,
353.

And as the light divides the dark, 93.
And Ellen, when the gray-beard years, 59.
And how could you dream of meeting? 528.
And I behold once more, 58.

And now gentlemen, 589.

Andrew Rykman 's dead and gone, 307.
And what is so rare as a day in June? 453.

And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling
shower, 607.

'A new commandment,' said the smiling Muse,

95.

Annie and Rhoda, sisters twain, 339.

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, 72.
A noiseless patient spider, 590.

An old man bending I come among new faces,
575.

An old man in a lodge within a park, 245.

Apollo looked up, hearing footsteps approaching,
441.

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.
As a strong bird on pinions free, 599.

As a twig trembles, which a bird, 429.

A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim
574.

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

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 sunbeams stream through liberal space, 67.
As the birds come in the spring, 257.

As the Greek's signal flame, by antique records
told, 607.

As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods, 574.
A subtle chain of countless rings, 87.

At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, 235.
At midnight, in the month of June, 43.
At morn-at noon at twilight dim, 45.
Atom from atom yawns as far, 91.
A train of gay and clouded days, 91.
At the last, tenderly, 595.

A vision as of crowded streets, 245.
A wind came up out of the sea, 212.
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! 355.
Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath!
14.

Bathed in war's perfume - delicate flag! 581.
Beat! beat! drums!- blow! bugles! blow! 572.
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, 55.
Because I was content with these poor fields, 86.
Behold the rocky wall, 376.

Beloved! amid the earnest woes, 46.
Beloved, in the noisy city here, 412.
Beneath the low-hung night cloud, 340.
Beneath the moonlight and the snow, 338.
Be of good cheer, brave spirit; steadfastly, 91.
Beside a stricken field I stood, 306.

Beside that milestone where the level sun, 346.
Beside the ungathered rice he lay, 113.
Between the dark and the daylight, 232.
Blessings on thee, little man, 291.
Blooms the laurel which belongs, 100.

Boon Nature yields each day a brag which we now
first behold, 94.

Bowing thyself in dust before a Book, 458.
Bring me my broken harp, he said, 396.
Build me straight. O worthy Master! 151.