Home from the observatory, 631. Hopes grimly banished from the heart, 613, Ho, there! Fisherman, hold your hand!" 303. How beautiful to live as thou didst live! 536. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my How fades that native breath, 686, How long I've loved thee, and how well, 624. How slight a thing may set one's fancy drifting, How small a tooth hath mined the season's How still the room is! But a while ago, 363. Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky, 588. 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 old and blind! 193. I am the mown grass, dying at your feet, 760. I am the Virgin; from this granite ledge, 657. 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 burn no incense, hang no wreath, 82. I cannot look above and see, 192. I cannot make him dead! :15. I celebrate myself, and sing myself, 221. I could have stemmed misfortune's tide, 198. I count my time by times that I meet theo, If all the voices of men called out warning you, If any record of our names, 703. I fear no power a woman wields, 670, I feel the breath of the summer night, 259. If I lay waste and wither up with doubt, 387. If I shall over win the home in heaven, 233. If Jesus Christ is a man, 478. If my best wines mislike thy taste, 385. If spirits walk, love, when the night climbs If still they live, whom touch nor sight, 376, - If thou wert lying cold and still and white, 463, If wisdom's height is only disenchantment, 730, I gazed upon the glorious sky, 56, I had my birth where stars were born, 466, I have a little kinsman, 33, I have not told my garden yet, 329. I have two friends-two glorious friends-two 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, I know a way, 42. I know, I know where violets blow, 767. I know it must be winter though I sleep), 575. 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, 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 inust, 467. I call thy frown a headsman, passing grim, 263, I looked one night, and there Semiramis, 542. I look upon thy happy face, 614. 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 met a little Elf-man, once, (2X, I mid the hills was born, 188, I'm king of the road! I gather, 680), In an ocean, 'way out yonder, 528, In battle-line of sombre gray, 625. In days when George the Third was King, 709, In each green leaf a memory let die, 7545, I never build a song by night or day, 542, I never saw a moor, 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, 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 the loud waking world I come and go, 423, In the still, star-lit night, 28. In the old churchyard at Fredericksburg, 583. 623. In thy coach of state, 719. Into the caverns of the sea, 725, Into the noiseless country Annie went, 230. Into the west of the waters on the living ocean's Into the woods my Master went, 437. I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold, 124. I put thy hand aside, and turn away, 448. I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is 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 somo accounted wise, 255. I saw the constellated matin choir, 2. I saw them kissing in the shule, 752. I saw these dreamers of dreams go by, 65C, I saw the twinkle of white feet, 204. I saw thy beauty in its high estate, 311. I HW- – 't was in a dream, the other night, 444. I say it under the rose, 384. I's boun' to see my gal to-night, 738. He a tiny fluttering form, 612, I see before me now a travelling army halting, 231. I see the cloud-born squadrons of the gale, 318, I see the star-lights quiver, 482. I see thee still! thou art not dead, 197. I see them, earth, 174. crowd on crowd they walk the I send thee a shell from the ocean beach, 341. I shall go out when the light comes in, 720. I sing the hyn of the conquered, who fell in I stand upon the summit of my life, 305. I studied my tables over and over, and back- "Is water nigh ? " 655, I take my chaperon to the play, 600. 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 good to strive against wind and rain, ŒB, It is that pale, delaying hour, 515. It lies around us like a cloud, 194: I try to knead and spin, but my life is low the It seemed to be but chance, yet who shall say, 693. It was nothing but a rose I gave her, 354. I understand the large hearts of heroes, 223, I waked; the sun was in the sky, 346. 44 1 was with Grant the stranger said, 406. - I watch the leaves that flutter in the wind, 351. 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 I wish I were the little key, 403. I wish that I could have my wish to-night, 391. I won a noble fame, 33, 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. Little, I ween, did Mary guess, 417. "Little Haly! Little Haly!" cheeps the robin Little masters, hat in hand, 489. Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked Lo! above the mournful chanting, 747. Lo! Death has reared himself a throne, 147. Look how it sparklea, see it greet, 763, Lofty against our Western dawn uprises Lonely and cold and fierce I keep my way, 491. Long has the summer sunlight shone, 306. "Love your neighbor as yourself," 589. Maiden, thy cheeks with tears are wet, 763. Master of human destinies am I! 466. Mid the flower-wreathed tombs I stand, 268, Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of Misfortune to have lived not knowing thee ! 77. Misshapen, black, unlovely to the sight, 552. Most men know love but as a part of life, 316. My absent daughter-gentle, gentle maid, 464. My body, eh? Friend Death, how now ? 325, 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 My foe was dark, and stern, and grim, 501. My life closed twice before its close, 320. 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. My prow is tending toward the west, 359. Myriads of motley molecules through space, 609. My window is the open sky, 506. Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes, 296. Nature reads not our labels, "great" and Nay, I have loved thee! 496. Near strange, weird temples, where the Ganges' 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. None call the flower! . . . I will not so malign, Not as when some great Captain falls, 282. Not drowsihood and dreams and mere idless, Not from the whole wide world I chose thee, Not in the sky, 107. Not in the world of light alone, 157. Not merely for our pleasure, but to purge, 027. Not trust you, dear? Nay, 't is not true, G. "Not ye who have stoned, not ye who have Now all the cloudy shapes that float and lie, 269. Now all the flowers that ornament the grass, Now are the winds about us in their glee, 107. ture the pulsating strings, 758, Now comes the graybeard of the north, 442. "Now for a brisk and cheerful fight!" 277. "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 "Now since mine even is come at last," G12. Oak leaves are big as the mouse's ear, 515. O brother Planets, unto whom I cry, 746, O child, had I thy lease of time! such un- O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn! O Earth! thou hast not any wind that blows, O'er a low couch the setting sun had thrown 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, Of old, a man who died, 688. O fountain of Bandusia! 530. O friends! with whom my feet have trod, 135. 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. O, have you been in Gudbrand's dalo, where O hearken, all yo 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! - Kham- Oh, what a night for a soul to go! 506. Oh, what a set of Vagabundos, 338. Oh, what's the way to Aready, 596. O, inexpressible as sweet, 31. 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 wino to drink! 199.. () lend to me, sweet nightingale, 88. O let me die a-singing, 749, O lifted face of mute appeal! 509. O Love Divine, that stooped to share, 159, Olympian sunlight is the Poet's sphere, 423. On an olive-crested steep, €9). - Once hoary Winter chanced — alas! 697. Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands, 60. Once when the wind was on the roof, 668. One elf, I trow, is diving now, 88. One night I lay asleep in Africa, 308. On scent of game from town to town he flew, 6, On the wide veranda white, 757. On this wondrous sea, 322. On woodlands ruddy with autumn, 65. On your bare rocks, O barren moorz, 186. O pour upon my soul again, 18, O power of Love, () 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 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 thon great Wrong that, through the slow- Othorn-crowned Sorrow, pitiless and stern, 671. Our fathers' God! from out whose hand, 140, 617. Our Mother, loved of all thy sons, €52. Our mother, while she turned her wheel, 137. Out in the dark it throbs and glows, 371. Out in the misty moonlight, 51. Out of a caveru on Parnassus' side, 358, 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 Out of the mighty Yule log cume, 613. Over the dim confessional cried, 714. |