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 Dearling!-thus, in days long fled, 327. My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, 224. My foe was dark, and stern, and grim, 501. 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 one begins his feet to try, 672. My love leads the white bulls to sacrifice, 733. Myriads of motley molecules through space, My window is the open sky, 506. Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes, 296. 669. Nature reads not our labels, " "great" and small," 586. 86 Nay, I have loved thee! 496. Near strange, weird temples, where the Ganges' tide, 522. Near the lake where drooped the willow, 83. New England's dead! New England's dead! 190. Nigger mighty happy w'en he layin' by co'n, 513. Nigh to a grave that was newly made, 681. 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, 497. 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, 621. Not in the sky, 107. Not in the world of light alone, 157. Not merely for our pleasure, but to purge, 627. Not trust you, dear? Nay, 't is not true, 669. "Not ye who have stoned, not ye who have smitten us," cry, 642. Now all the cloudy shapes that float and lie, 269. Now all the flowers that ornament the grass, 258. 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 for a brisk and cheerful fight!" 277. 426. Now I lay me down to sleep," 470. Now is Light, sweet mother, down the west, 516. 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. Oak leaves are big as the mouse's ear, 515. O child, had I thy lease of time! such unimagined things, 673. O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn ! 123. O dappled throat of white! Shy, hidden bird! 619. 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? 276. O Earth! thou hast not any wind that blows, 343. O'er a low couch the setting sun had thrown its latest ray, 80. O'er the wet sands an insect crept, 218. O far-off darling in the South, 362. O flower of passion, rocked by balmy gales, 771. Of old, a man who died, 688. O fountain of Bandusia! 530. O friends! with whom my feet have trod, 135. O, have you been in Gudbrand's dale, where O hearken, all ye little weeds, 626. Oh, I am weary of a heart that brings, 766. Oh mother of a mighty race, 62. Oh, the wind from the desert blew in ! - Khamsin, 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, 486. 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 Love Divine, that stooped to share, 159. Olympian sunlight is the Poet's sphere, 423. On an olive-crested steep, 690. Once before, this self-same air, 393. alas! 697. Once I knew a fine song, 733. 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 day I saw a ship upon the sands, 677. -- One elf, I trow, is diving now, 88. On hoary Conway's battlemented height, 276. On Kingston Bridge the starlight shone, 553. On scent of game from town to town he flew, 6. 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 pour upon my soul again, 18. O power of Love, O wondrous mystery! 671. O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, 16. O 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 slowpaced 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, 617. 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 focal and foremost fire, 254. Out of the heart there flew a little singing bird, 658. 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. Over the dim confessional cried, 714. when I hear at sea, 445. white and midnight sky! O starry bath! 475. O, whither sail you, Sir John Franklin? 261. white, white, light moon, that sailest in the sky, 442. O woman, let thy heart not cleave, 412. ye sweet heavens! your silence is to me, 241. O ye who see with other eyes than ours, 667. Pale beryl sky, with clouds, 535. Pale, climbing disk, who dost lone vigil keep, 553. Pallid with too much longing, 356. People's Attorney, servant of the Right: 79. Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine, 124. Poet of the Pulpit, whose full-chorded lyre, 78. Poor Creature! nay, I'll not say poor, 765. "Praise ye the Lord!" The psalm to-day, 450. Pray for the dead - who bids thee not? 578. Prince, and Bishop, and Knight, and Dame, 507. Proud, languid lily of the sacred Nile, 578. Put them in print? 503. Quiet as are the quiet skies, 694. Read me no moral, priest, upon my life, 466. Regent of song! who bringest to our shore, 244. Roman and Jew upon one level lie, 468. Round among the quiet graves, 358. Sadly as some old medieval knight, 126. Said the archangels, moving in their glory, 355. Sarvent, Marster! Yes, sah, dat 's me, 557. Saturnian mother! why dost thou devour, 545. Say, in a hut of mean estate, 722. Says Stonewall Jackson to Little Phil," 716. Say there! P'r'aps, 405. Science long watched the realms of space, 192. "Scorn not the sonnet," though its strength be sapped, 768. Seal thou the window! Yea, shut out the light, 626. She came and went as comes and goes, 581. 66 She might have known it in the earlier Spring, 599. Shepherd, wilt thou take counsel of the bird, 508. She roves through shadowy solitudes, 630. She wanders up and down the main, 602. She was so little- little in her grave, 575. Snatch the departing mood, 611. So all day long I followed through the fields, 772. Soe, Mistress Anne, faire neighbour myne, 336. So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn, 129. Softer than silence, stiller than still air, 268. Softly! 197. Softly now the light of day, 76. Soft on the sunset sky, 701. Soft-sandalled twilight, handmaid of the night, 581. Soft-throated South, breathing of summer's ease, 537. So happy were Columbia's eight, 768. Sole Lord of Lords and very King of Kings, 497. Solemnly, mournfully, 116. So Love is dead that has been quick so long! 357. Some space beyond the garden close, 552. Somewhere-in desolate wind-swept space, 380. So that soldierly legend is still on its journey, 335. So then, at last, let me awake this sleep, 685. So, the powder's low, and the larder's clean, 643. Soul of a tree ungrown, new life out of God's life proceeding, 629. Soul, wherefore fret thee? Striving still to throw, 492. Southrons, hear your country call you! 165. Spring came with tiny lances thrusting, 600. Spruce Macaronis, and pretty to see, 278. Stand! the ground's your own, my braves! 34. Star-dust and vaporous light, 478. Star of the North! though night winds drift, 33. Stern be the pilot in the dreadful hour, 350. Still sits the school-house by the road, 139. Stop on the Appian Way, 259. Strain, strain thine eyes, this parting is for aye! 628. Strong in thy stedfast purpose, be, 353. Such natural debts of love our Oxford knows, 665. Such times as windy moods do stir, 731. - Superb and sole, upon a plumed spray, 437. Sweet child of April, I have found thy place, 460. Sweetest of all childlike dreams, 135. Sweet Robin, I have heard them say, 76. Sweet, sweet, sweet, 557. Sweet wooded way in life, forgetful Sleep! 566. Swift, through some trap mine eyes have never found, 437. Swords crossed, — but not in strife! 86. Tell Youth to play with Wine and Love, 752. Thank God that God shall judge my soul, not man! 720. Thanksgiving to the gods! 603. 381. That face which no man ever saw, That such have died enables us, 322. That which shall last for aye can have no birth, 571. That year? Yes, doubtless I remember still, 337. The Actor's dead, and memory alone, 599. The autumn seems to cry for thee, 491. The bearded grass waves in the summer breeze, 630. The Beautiful, which mocked his fond pursuing, 364. The beauty of the northern dawns, 396. The bees in the clover are making honey, and I am making my hay, 349. The birds have hid, the winds are low, 515. The crocuses in the Square, 646. The cypress swamp around me wraps its spell, 330. The day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep, 348. The dew is on the heather, 577. The dirge is sung, the ritual said, 373. "The ducats take! I'll sign the bond to-day," 583. The eagle, did ye see him fall? 432. come The fair Pamela came to town, 555. The fifth from the north wall, 378. The fire upon the hearth is low, 527. The flying sea-bird mocked the floating dulse, 603. The folk who lived in Shakespeare's day, 381. 518. The gray waves rock against the gray sky-line, 694. The great Republic goes to war, 740. The half-world's width divides us; where she sits, 378. The handful here, that once was Mary's earth, 238. The hand that swept the sounding lyre, 170. The heavens are our riddle; and the sea, 721. The hound was cuffed, the hound was kicked, 434. The hours I spent with thee, dear heart, 691. The hunt is up, the hunt is up, 712. The imperial boy had fallen in his pride, 567. The knell that dooms the voiceless and obscure, 535. The knightliest of the knightly race, The light of spring, 730. 253. The light that fills thy house at morn, 175. The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, 57. The mighty soul that is ambition's mate, 570. The moonbeams over Arno's vale in silver flood were pouring, 546. The moon has left the sky, 675. The morning is cheery, my boys, arouse! 457. The new moon hung in the sky, 383. The news! our morning, noon, and evening cry, The Pilgrim Fathers, where are they? 35. The poet's secret I must know, 257. The promise of these fragrant flowers, 502. The Puritan Spring Beauties stood freshly clad for church, 644. The quarry whence thy form majestic sprung, 190. The Queen sat in her balcony, 342. "There are gains for all our losses," 285. There are one or two things I should just like to hint, 205. There are some quiet ways, 426. |