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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.
240.
My Christmas gifts were few: to one,
My country, 't is of thee, 153.

My Dearling!-thus, in days long fled, 327.
My faith looks up to Thee, 153,

My feet strike an apex of the apices of the
stairs, 224.

My foe was dark, and stern, and grim, 501.
My highway is unfeatured air, 186.

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 neighbor's table 's set, 633.

My little one begins his feet to try, 672.

My love leads the white bulls to sacrifice, 733.
My Love too stately is to be but fair, 483.
My mind lets go a thousand things, 384.
My mother says I must not pass, 375.

My prow is tending toward the west, 359.
My short and happy day is done, 398.
My son, thou wast my heart's delight, 28.
My soul to-day, 252.

Myriads of motley molecules through space, 669.
Myrtle, and eglantine, 506.

My window is the open sky, 506.

Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes, 296.
Nature reads not our labels,

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'small," 586.

Nay, I have loved thee! 496.

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great" and

Near strange, weird temples, where the Ganges'
tide, 522.

Near the lake where drooped the willow, 83.
Never a beak has my white bird, 587.
Never yet was a springtime, 391.

New England's dead! New England's dead!

190.

Nigger mighty happy w'en he layin' by co'n, 513.
Night after night we dauntlessly embark, 492.
Nightingales warble about it, 590.

Nigh to a grave that was newly made, 681.
No ceaseless vigil with hard toil we keep, 467.
No freeman, saith the wise, thinks much on
death, 688.

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 as when some great Captain falls, 282.
Not by the ball or brand, 446.

Not drowsihood and dreams and mere idless,
647.

Not from the whole wide world I chose thee,
475.

Not in the sky, 107.

Not in the world of light alone, 157.
Not least, 't is ever my delight, 724.
Not lips of mine have ever said, 695.

Not merely for our pleasure, but to purge, 627.
Not midst the lightning of the stormy fight, 455.
Not mine to draw the cloth-yard shaft, 653.
Not on a prayerless bed, not on a prayerless
bed, 85.

Not trust you, dear? Nay, 't is not true, 669.
Not with slow, funereal sound, 385.

"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 dandelions in the short, new grass, 333.
Now England lessens on my sight, 569.

"Now for a brisk and cheerful fight!" 277.
Now half a hundred years had I been born,"

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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.
Now Summer finds her perfect prime, 399.
Now the frosty stars are gone, 271.

515.

ear,
Oak leaves are big as the mouse's
O bird, thou dartest to the sun, 249.
O brother Planets, unto whom I cry, 746.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is
done, 231.

O child, had I thy lease of time! such un-
imagined 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'er the yellow crocus on the lawn, 545.
Of all the rides since the birth of time, 133,
O fairest of the rural maids! 54.
Of all the souls that stand create, 321.

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Ofar-off darling in the South, 362.
O far-off rose of long ago, 747.

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.
Of heavenly stature, but most human smile, 589.
Often I think of the beautiful town, 121.
Oft have I stood upon the foaming strand, 766.
Oft have I wakened ere the spring of day, 576.
O gallant brothers of the generous South, 180.
O God, our Father, if we had but truth! 421.
O God, thy moon is on the hills, 582.
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.
Oh, frame some little word for me, 400.

O, have you been in Gudbrand's dale, where
Laagen's mighty flood, 512.

O hearken, all ye little weeds, 626.

Oh, I am weary of a heart that brings, 766.
Oh, it's twenty gallant gentlemen, 640.
Oh! little loveliest lady mine, 525.

Oh mother of a mighty race, 62.

Oh, the wind from the desert blew in ! - Kham-
sin, 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 lonesome sea-gull, floating far, 327.

O Love Divine, that stooped to share, 159.
O love, so sweet at first, 465.

Olympian sunlight is the Poet's sphere, 423.
On a green slope, most fragrant with the spring,
744.

On an olive-crested steep, 690.

Once before, this self-same air, 393.
Once hoary Winter chanced - alas! 697.
Once I knew a fine song, 733.
Once I saw mountains angry, 734.

Once more, once more, my Mary dear, 84.
Once the head is gray, 281.

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 calm and cloudless winter night, 414.
One day between the Lip and the Heart, 13.

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One elf, I trow, is diving now, 88.

One night I lay asleep in Africa, 308.
One sat within a hung and lighted room, 602.
One shadow glides from the dumb shore, 482.
One steed I have of common clay, 391.
One sweetly solemn thought, 297.

On hoary Conway's battlemented height, 276.
O nightingale, the poets' bird, 718.

On Kingston Bridge the starlight shone, 553.
Only to find Forever, blest, 715.

On scent of game from town to town he flew, 6.
On softest pillows my dim eyes unclose, 500.
On the road, the lonely road, 323.

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 pitying angel, pause, and say," 533.
O poet rare and old! 130,

pour upon my soul again, 18.

O power of Love, O wondrous mystery! 671.
O ruddy Lover, 624.

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 slow-
paced 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 clover and blue-eyed grass, 458.
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, 227.
Out of the dusk a shadow, 489.

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.
Out where the sky and the sky-blue sea, 739.
Overloaded, undermanned, 756.

Over the dim confessional cried, 714.
Over the plains where Persian hosts, 533.
Over our heads the branches made, 633.

Over their graves rang once the bugle's call,
634.

O, 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,

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Quiet as are the quiet skies, 694.

Read me no moral, priest, upon my life, 466.
"Read out the names!" and Burke sat back,
547.

Regent of song! who bringest to our shore, 244.
Reluctantly I laid aside my smiles, 769.
Repent, O ye, predestinate to woe! 507.
Restless, to-night, and ill at ease, 346.
Rockaby, lullaby, bees in the clover! 588.
Rocked in the cradle of the deep, 29.
Roll out, O song to God! 469.

Roman and Jew upon one level lie, 468.
Romancer, far more coy than that coy sex! 78.
Room for a soldier! lay him in the clover, 238.
Roses and butterflies snared on a fan, 356.
Rough pasture where the blackberries grow!
727.

Round among the quiet graves, 358.
Round de meadows am a-ringing, 289.
Runs the wind along the waste, 585.

Sadly as some old medieval knight, 126.
Said Life to Death: "Methinks, if I were you,
615.

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.
66 Scorn not the sonnet," though its strength be
sapped, 768.

Seal thou the window! Yea, shut out the
light, 626.

See, from this counterfeit of him, 237.
Seek not, Leuconöe, to know how long you're
going to live yet, 531.

See, yonder, the belfry tower, 651.
Seraglio of the Sultan Bee! 651.

Serene, I fold my hands and wait, 464.

Serene, vast head, with silver cloud of hair, 655.
Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden,
764.

Shakespeare and Milton-what third blazoned
name, 381.

Shall we meet no more, my love, at the binding
of the sheaves, 323.

She came among the gathering crowd, 182.
She came and stood in the Old South Church,

140.

She came and went as comes and goes, 581.
She comes like the hush and beauty of the
night, 542.

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She comes- the spirit of the dance! 169.
She dances, 535.
She died, this was the way she died, 322.
She dreams of Love upon the temple stair, 689.
She felt, I think, but as a wild-flower can, 377.
"She has gone to be with the angels," 286.
She knew that she was growing blind, 198.
She leaned her cheek upon her hand, 517.
She lives in light, not shadow, 477.

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 sees her image in the glass, 356.
She's had a Vassar education, 589.
She sits within the white oak hall, 731.
She's loveliest of the festal throng, 319.
She told the story, and the whole world wept,
737.

She wanders up and down the main, 602.
She was a beauty in the days, 597.

She was so little-little in her grave, 575.
Shut in from all the world without, 137.

Sigh not for love, - the ways of love are dark!
754.

Silence and Solitude may hint, 236.

Silence instead of thy sweet song, my bird, 163.
Silence was envious of the only voice, 549.
Silent amidst unbroken silence deep, 535.

Since Cleopatra died!" Long years are past,
269.

Since o'er thy footstool here below, 75.
Sing me a sweet, low song of night, 744.
Sin-satiate, and haggard with despair, 627.
'Skeeters am a hummin' on de honeysuckle
vine, 681.

Skin creamy as the furled magnolia bud, 751.
Skirting the river road (my forenoon walk, my
rest), 230.

Sleep, love, sleep! 183.

Sleep, Motley, with the great of ancient days,
67.

Sleep, sleep, sleep, 261.

Sleep sweetly in your humble graves, 317.
Slow, groping giant, whose unsteady limbs, 690.
Slowly by God's hand unfurled, 90.

Snare me the soul of a dragon-fly, 739.

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.
Some tell us 't is a burnin' shame, 454.
Something more than the lilt of the strain, 360.
Sometime, it may be, you and I, 724.
Some time there ben a lyttel boy, 528.
Sometime, when after spirited debate, 386.
Sometimes, when Nature falls asleep, 613.
Somewhat apart from the village, and nearer
the Basin of Minas, 116.

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Somewhere in desolate wind-swept space, 380.
Sorrow, my friend, 540.

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.

Sparkling and bright in liquid light, 110.
Speak! speak! thou fearful guest! 112.
Speechless Sorrow sat with me, 348.

Spring came with tiny lances thrusting, 600.
Spirit of fire and dew," 672.

Spirits of Sleep, 706.

Spirit of song, whose shining wings have borne,
628.

Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou,

58.

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.
Stars of the summer night! 115.

Stern be the pilot in the dreadful hour, 350.
Still as I move thou movest, 601.

Still sits the school-house by the road, 139.
Still thirteen years: 'tis autumn now, 216.
Still though the one I sing, 221.

Stop on the Appian Way, 259.

Strain, strain thine eyes, this parting is for aye!
628.

Strong in thy stedfast purpose, be, 353,
St. Stephen's cloistered hall was proud, 47.
Such hints as untaught Nature yields! 727.
Such is the death the soldier dies, 532.

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Sweetest of all childlike dreams, 135.
Sweet eyes by sorrow still unwet, 622.
Sweet little maid with winsome eyes, 622.
Sweet names, the rosary of my evening prayer,
595.

Sweet Robin, I have heard them say, 76.
Sweet saint! whose rising dawned upon the
sight, 326.

Sweet, sweet, sweet, 557.

Sweet wooded way in life, forgetful Sleep! 566.
Sweet World, if you will hear me now, 377.
Swept by the hot wind, stark, untrackable, 619.
Swift across the palace floor, 347.

Swift o'er the sunny grass, 394.

Swift, through some trap mine eyes have never
found, 437.

Swords crossed, but not in strife! 86.

Take all of me, - I am thine own, heart, soul,
699.

Tall, sombre, grim, against the morning sky,
317.

Tameless in his stately pride, along the lake of
islands, 171.

Teach me the secret of thy loveliness, 709.
Tell me, is there sovereign cure, 576.

Tell me not in mournful numbers, 112.
Tell me what sail the seas, 688.

Tell

me, wide wandering soul, in all thy quest,

307.

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.

That face which no man ever saw, 381.
That night I think that no one slept, 604.
That sovereign thought obscured? That vision
clear, 338.

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 Angel came by night, 285.

The autumn seems to cry for thee, 491.
The autumn time is with us. Its approach, 143.
The banquet-cups, of many a hue and shape, 72.
The bar is crossed; but Death-the pilot-
stands, 490.

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The bearded grass waves in the summer breeze,
630.

The Beautiful, which mocked his fond pursu-
ing, 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 birds their love-notes warble, 23.
The blackcaps pipe among the reeds, 699.
The brave young city by the Balboa seas, 429.
The bright sea washed beneath her feet, 347.
The cactus towers, straight and tall, 695.
The cold blast at the casement beats, 177.
The colonel rode by his picket-line, 386.
The countless stars, which to our human eye,
411.

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 day unfolds like a lotus bloom, 739.
The despots' heel is on thy shore, 400.

The dew is on the heather, 577.

The dirge is sung, the ritual said, 373.
The dragon-fly and I together, 463.

"The ducats take! I'll sign the bond to-day,"

583.

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The folk who lived in Shakespeare's day, 381.
The fresh, bright bloom of the daffodils, 555.
The garden beds I wandered by, 663.
The garden within was shaded, 643.
The general dashed along the road, 431.
The ghosts of flowers went sailing, 486.
The goblin marked his monarch well, 43.
The golden-robin came to build his nest, 416.
The grandeur of this earthly round, 8.
The

grass hung wet on Rydal banks, 181.
The grass of fifty Aprils hath waved green,

518.

The gray waves rock against the gray sky-line,
694.

The great Republic goes to war, 740.
The Great Sword Bearer only knows, 753.

he Grecian Muse, to earth who bore, 260.
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man
learned, 55.

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 heart soars up like a bird, 722.
The heavy mists have crept away, 670.

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 innocent, sweet Day is dead, 434.
Their noonday never knows, 490.

The knell that dooms the voiceless and obscure,
535.

The knightliest of the knightly race, 253.
The life of man, 286.

The light of spring, 730.

The light that fills thy house at morn, 175.
The little gate was reached at last, 216.
The little toy dog is covered with dust, 528.
The long, gray moss that softly swings, 669.
The love of man and woman is as fire, 499.
The man in righteousness arrayed, 13.
The man that joins in life's career, 5.
The man who frets at worldly strife, 47.
The May sun sheds an amber light, 63.
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of
the year, 57.

The mighty soul that is ambition's mate, 570.
The mill goes toiling slowly around, 527.
The monarch sat on his judgment-seat, 42.

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 morns are meeker than they were, 321.
The mother-heart doth yearn at even-tide, 673.
The muffled drum's sad roll has beat, 248.
The Muses wrapped in mysteries of light, 542.
The name thou wearest does thee grievous
wrong, 634.

The new moon hung in the sky, 383.

The news! our morning, noon, and evening cry,

50.

The night that has no star lit up by God, 174.
The night was dark and fearful, 24.
The night was thick and hazy, 433.

Then it came to pass that a pestilence fell on
the city, 118.

Then saw I, with gray eyes fulfilled of rest, 367.
Then shall we see and know the group divine,
571.

Then that dread angel near the awful throne,
498.

The old wine filled him, and he saw, with eyes,
543.

The osprey sails above the sound, 12.
The Past walks here, noiseless, unasked, alone,
657.

The Pilgrim Fathers,

The play was done, 677.

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.
The rainbow on the ocean, 592.

"There are gains for all our losses," 285.
There are gains for all our losses, 281.

There are harps that complain to the presence
of night, 52.

There are one or two things I should just like
to hint, 205.

There are some quiet ways, 426,

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