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Dixon, a Choctaw, twenty years of age, 480.
Does the pearl know, that in its shade and
sheen, 754.

Don Juan has ever the grand old air, 361.
Do not waste your pity, friend, 702.
Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt,
233.

Dost deem him weak that owns his strength is
tried? 515.

Down from a sunken doorstep to the road, 742.
Down in a garden olden, 651.

Down in the bleak December bay, 256.
Down the long hall she glistens like a star, 519.
Down the world with Marna! 702.

Do you fear the force of the wind, 656.
Do you remember, my sweet, absent son, 537.
Drink! drink! to whom shall we drink? 17.
Dumb Mother of all music, let me rest, 745.

Each golden note of music greets, 613.
Each of us is like Balboa: once in all our lives
do we, 549.

Edith, the silent stars are coldly gleaming, 187.
Eileen of four, 540.

Eli, Eli, lama sabacthani? 413.

Enamoured architect of airy rhyme, 382.
Enchantress, touch no more that strain ! 332.
En garde, Messieurs, too long have I endured,
638.

England, I stand on thy imperial ground, 594.
Ere last year's moon had left the sky, 184.
Ere yet in Vergil I could scan or spell, 696.
Ermine or blazonry, he knew them not, 239.
Even as tender parents lovingly, 351.
Even at their fairest still I love the less, 422.

Faint, faint and clear, 447.

Fair are the flowers and the children, but their
subtle suggestion is fairer, 343.

Fair flower, that dost so comely grow, 4.

Fair is each budding thing the garden shows,

721.

Fair lady with the bandaged eye! 47.
Fair Roslin Chapel, how divine, 546.

Fair star, new-risen to our wondering eyes, 675.
Fairy spirits of the breeze, 374.

Fallen ? How fallen? States and empires
fall, 244.

Far, far away, beyond a hazy height, 715.
Far-off a young State rises, full of might, 350.
Farragut, Farragut, 457.

Far up the lonely mountain-side, 331.
Fasten the chamber! 290.

Fathered by March, the daffodils are here, 609.
Father, I scarcely dare to pray, 325.

Father, I will not ask for wealth or fame, 166.

Father of lakes!" thy waters bend, 87.
Father! whose hard and cruel law, 443.
Farewell, my more than fatherland! 27.
Few, in the days of early youth, 89.
Few men of hero-mould, 595.

Fierce burns our fire of driftwood; overhead,
735.

Fifty leagues, fifty leagues- and I ride, 765.
Finding Francesca full of tears, I said, 240.
Fit theme for song, the sylvan maid, 600.
Flower of the moon! 662.

Flower of youth, in the ancient frame, 508.
Flower, that I hold in my hand, 565.
For a cap and bells our lives we pay, 204.
For death must come, and change, and, though
the loss, 673.

Foreseen in the vision of sages, 272.

Forever am I conscious, moving here, 383.
Forgiveness Lane is old as youth, 714.

For, lo! the living God doth bare his arm, 661.
For many blessings I to God upraise, 412.
For me the jasmine buds unfold, 536.
For sixty days and upwards, 317.

For them, O God, who only worship Thee, 242.
For, O America, our country!-land, 533.
Four straight brick walls, severely plain, 313.
Four things a man must learn to do, 547.
Framed in the cavernous fire-place sits a boy,
632.

Freedom's first champion in our fettered land!

79.

Friends of the Muse, to you of right belong, 161.
Fringing cypress forests dim, 576.
From far away, from far away, 521.
From some sweet home, the morning train, 366.
From the Desert I come to thee, 272.

From the drear wastes of unfulfilled desire,
467.

From their folded mates they wander far, 645.
From the misty shores of midnight, touched
with splendors of the moon, 547.

From this quaint cabin window I can see, 735.
Frowning, the mountain stronghold stood, 481.
Furl that Banner, for 't is weary, 402.

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Give us a song!" the soldiers cried, 274.

Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and
woven, 435.

Glory and honor and fame and everlasting lau-
dation, 476.

Go bow thy head in gentle spite, 267.
God called the nearest angels who dwell with
Him above, 139.

God dreamed

space, 444.

the suns sprang flaming into

God keep you, dearest, all this lonely night, 449.
Godlike beneath his grave divinities, 490.
God made a little gentian, 321.

God makes sech nights, all white an' still, 207.
Gone, gone,
sold and gone, 128.

Good-by: nay, do not grieve that it is over, 662.
Good Master, you and I were born, 313.
Good-night! I have to say good-night, 380.
Good oars, for Arnold's sake, 665.

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Headless, without an arm, a figure leans, 648.
Hear now this fairy legend of old Greece, 202.
Hear the sledges with the bells, 150.
Heart, we will forget him! 321.

He ate and drank the precious words, 320.
Heaven is mirrored, Love, deep in thine eyes, 671.
Heaven is open every day, 432.

He brought a Lily white, 490.

He came too late! - Neglect had tried, 682.
He caught his chisel, hastened to his bench, 499.
He comes, the happy warrior, 732.

He crawls along the mountain walls, 360.

He cried aloud to God: "The men below," 714.
He didn't know much music, 623.
He'd nothing but his violin, 580.

Heedless she strayed from note to note, 408.
Heed the old oracles, 95.

He gathered cherry-stones, and carved them
quaintly, 480.

He knelt beside her pillow, in the dead watch
of the night, 371.

Helen, thy beauty is to me, 144.

He lies low in the levelled sand, 427.

He loved her, having felt his love begin, 643.
He loves not well whose love is bold! 371.
He might have won the highest guerdon that
heaven to earth can give, 568.

Her aged hands are worn with works of love,
687.

Her casement like a watchful eye, 297.

Her dimpled cheeks are pale, 577.

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Here in this room where first we met, 667.
Here lived the soul enchanted, 487,
"Here, O lily-white lady mine," 525.
Here room and kingly silence keep, 428.
Here they give me greeting, 745.
Her eyes be like the violets, 609.

Her hands are cold; her face is white, 159.
He rides at their head, 235.
Her lips were so near, 503.

Her suffering ended with the day, 197.
Her voice was like the song of birds, 477.
Her ways were gentle while a babe, 126.
He sang one song and died -no more but that,

505.

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He sang the airs of olden times, 168.
He sleeps at last - a hero of his race, 614.
He speaks not well who doth his time deplore,
478.

He was in love with truth and knew her near,
620.

He was six years old, just six that day, 588.
He who hath loved hath borne a vassal's chain.
716.

He who would echo Horace' lays, 200.

He wrought with patience long and weary years,
762.

Hey, laddie, hark, to the merry, merry lark,
711.

High above hate I dwell, 667.

High-lying, sea-blown stretches of green turf,
663.

High towered the palace and its massive pile, 71.
High walls and huge the body may confine, 102.
His body lies upon the shore, 725.

His broad-brimmed hat pushed back with care-
less air, 428.

His cherished woods are mute. The stream
glides down, 326.

His echoing axe the settler swung, 171.
His face is truly of the Roman mould, 399.
His falchion flashed along the Nile, 34.

His feet were shod with music and had wings,
496.

His footprints have failed us, 429.
His fourscore years and five, 391.

His grace of Marlborough, legends say, 375.
His soul extracted from the public sink, 6.
His tongue was touched with sacred fire, 548.
His way in farming all men knew, 451.
Hit's a mighty fur ways up de Far'well Lane
514.

Ho, a song by the fire! 705.

Ho! City of the gay! 48.

Hold high the woof, dear friends, that we may
see, 761.

Holy of England! since my light is short, 665.

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.
"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 (ap-
pearing 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,

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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,

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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,
I lay on Delos of the Cyclades, 496.

444.

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,
351.

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,

92.

In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain,
437.

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,
460.

In Tennessee the dog-wood tree, 763.

In the coiled shell sounds Ocean's distant roar,
649.

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,
623.

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.

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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,
693.

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.
like the one drop of rain, 537.

I

warn,

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.

Jeannie Marsh of Cherry Valley, 84.

Jesus, there is no dearer name than thine, 166.
Jubilant the music through the fields a-ringing,

345.

Just as the spring came laughing through the
strife, 401.

Just ere the darkness is withdrawn, 613.
Just lost when I was saved! 320.

Just when each bud was big with bloom, 672.
Just where the Treasury's marble front, 334.

Keep back the one word more, 612.
Keep me, I pray, in wisdom's way, 529.

King Solomon stood in the house of the Lord,
364.

Kiss me but once, and in that space supreme,
751.

Kit, the recording angel wrote, 534.
Know I not who thou mayst be, 403.

Lady, there is a hope that all men have, 185.
Land of unconquered Pelayo! land of the Cid
Campeador! 396.

Last night Alicia wore a Tuscan bonnet, 601.
Last night, when my tired eyes were shut with
sleep, 286.

Launched upon ether float the worlds secure,

390.

Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass,
738.

Lean close and set thine ear against the bark,
632.

Leap to the highest height of spring, 484.
Lear and Cordelia! 't was an ancient tale, 263.
Lend me thy fillet, Love! 420.

Les morts vont vite! Ay, for a little space,
598.

Let hammer on anvil ring, 679.

Let me come in where you sit weeping, ay,

561.

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,
241.

Like Crusoe with the bootless gold we stand,
762.

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, 335.
Look out upon the stars, my love, 82.
"Look up," she said; and all the heavens
blazed, 416.

"Love your neighbor as yourself," 589.
Love must be a fearsome thing, 745.
Low-anchored cloud, 183.

Maiden, thy cheeks with tears are wet, 763.
Many things thou hast given me, dear heart, 500.
Mark me how still I am!- The sound of feet,

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