Home from the observatory, 631. Hopes grimly banished from the heart, 613. 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. 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, 734. 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 lay waste and wither up with doubt, 387. 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 the phrase to every thought, 320. If spirits walk, love, when the night climbs slow, 693. If still they live, whom touch nor sight, 576. 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, 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 met a little Elf-man, once, 693. I'm king of the road! I gather, 680. In an ocean, 'way out yonder, 528. 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 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, Innocent spirits, bright, immaculate ghosts, 386. In tangled wreaths, in clustered gleaming stars, 460. 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, 258. In the old churchyard at Fredericksburg, 583. In thy coach of state, 719. Into the caverns of the sea, 725. Into the noiseless country Annie went, 239. Into the woods my Master went, 437. In what a strange bewilderment do we, 324. I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold, 124. I put thy hand aside, and turn away, 448. I read somewhere that a swan, snow-white, 375. 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 some accounted wise, 255. I saw her scan her sacred scroll, 307. 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. I 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 thee still! thou art not dead, 197. I see them, 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 hymn 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 it is over, over, 319. I think that we retain of our dead friends, 488. It is good to strive against wind and rain, 698. It is that pale, delaying hour, 515. It lies around us like a cloud, 194. I tripped along a narrow way, 701. I try to knead and spin, but my life is low the 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 It trembled off the key,- -a parting kiss, 715. It was but yesterday, my love, thy little heart It was Christmas Eve in the year fourteen, 301. 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. I was asking for something specific and perfect I was with Grant "— the stranger said, 406. 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, 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. Let me come in where you sit weeping, ay, Life of Ages, richly poured, 254. Light of dim mornings; shield from heat and 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. Linked to a clod, harassed, and sad, 384. it, 751. Little, I ween, did Mary guess, 417. 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 sparkles, 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. "Look up," she said; and all the heavens Misshapen, black, unlovely to the sight, 552. 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 Mädchen found one day, 363. 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 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. 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. 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 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. 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, Now is the cherry in blossom, Love, 770. "Now since mine even is come at last," 642. 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 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 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 O'er the wet sands an insect crept, 218. Ofar-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. Oft have I stood upon the foaming strand, 766. O gold Hyperion, love-lorn Porphyro, 243. 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 ! - Kham- 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 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. Once more, once more, my Mary dear, 84. Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands, 60. Once when the wind was on the roof, 668. One day I saw a ship upon the sands, 677. 575. One elf, I trow, is diving now, 88. One night I lay asleep in Africa, 308. 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. 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. 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 thou great Wrong that, through the slow- O thorn-crowned Sorrow, pitiless and stern, 671. Our eyeless bark sails free, 97. Our fathers' God! from out whose hand, 140. Our Mother, loved of all thy sons, 652. Our mother, while she turned her wheel, 137. 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, Out of the hills of Habersham, 434. Out of the old house, Nancy-moved up into Out of the mighty Yule log came, 613. Out where the sky and the sky-blue sea, 739. Over the dim confessional cried, 714. Over their graves rang once the bugle's call |