INDEX OF FIRST LINES 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 life is like a stroll upon the beach, 182, 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, 669. My window is the open sky, 506. Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes, 296. 66 'small," 586. Nay, I have loved thee! 496. 66 great" and 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, No! No! 511. No, no, I well remember-proofs, you said, 24. 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, 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. 66 426. "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, on a sudden, I know it, the secret, the "Now since mine even is come at last," 642. 515. ear, 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 Earth! art thou not weary of thy graves? 276. 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. 1 Ofar-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, 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, 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 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 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. say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, 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 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. 617. 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 hills of Habersham, 434. Out of the old house, Nancy-moved up into Out of the mighty Yule log came, 613. Over the dim confessional cried, 714. Over their graves rang once the bugle's call, O, when I hear at sea, 445. white and midnight sky! O starry bath! O, whither sail you, Sir John Franklin? 261. O woman, let thy heart not cleave, 412. ye sweet heavens! your silence is to me, 241. Pale beryl sky, with clouds, 535. Pale, climbing disk, who dost lone vigil keep, Pallid with too much longing, 356. People's Attorney, servant of the Right 79. 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. Says Stonewall Jackson to "Little Phil," 716. Science long watched the realms of space, 192. Seal thou the window! Yea, shut out the See, from this counterfeit of him, 237. See, yonder, the belfry tower, 651. Serene, I fold my hands and wait, 464. Serene, vast head, with silver cloud of hair, 655. Shakespeare and Milton-what third blazoned Shall we meet no more, my love, at the binding She came among the gathering crowd, 182. 140. She came and went as comes and goes, 581. - She comes- the spirit of the dance! 169. 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. Sigh not for love, - the ways of love are dark! Silence and Solitude may hint, 236. Silence instead of thy sweet song, my bird, 163. Since Cleopatra died!" Long years are past, Since o'er thy footstool here below, 75. Skin creamy as the furled magnolia bud, 751. Sleep, love, sleep! 183. Sleep, Motley, with the great of ancient days, Sleep, sleep, sleep, 261. Sleep sweetly in your humble graves, 317. 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. Softly now the light of day, 76. Soft on the sunset sky, 701. Soft-sandalled twilight, handmaid of the night, Soft-throated South, breathing of summer's So happy were Columbia's eight, 768. Sole Lord of Lords and very King of Kings, 497. So Love is dead that has been quick so long! Some space beyond the garden close, 552. - Somewhere in desolate wind-swept space, 380. So that soldierly legend is still on its journey, So then, at last, let me awake this sleep, 685. Soul of a tree ungrown, new life out of God's Soul, wherefore fret thee? Striving still to Southrons, hear your country call you! 165. Sparkling and bright in liquid light, 110. Spring came with tiny lances thrusting, 600. Spirits of Sleep, 706. Spirit of song, whose shining wings have borne, Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou, 58. Spruce Macaronis, and pretty to see, 278. 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! Strong in thy stedfast purpose, be, 353, 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 o'er the sunny grass, 394. Swift, through some trap mine eyes have never Swords crossed, but not in strife! 86. Take all of me, - I am thine own, heart, soul, Tall, sombre, grim, against the morning sky, Tameless in his stately pride, along the lake of Teach me the secret of thy loveliness, 709. Tell me not in mournful numbers, 112. Tell me, wide wandering soul, in all thy quest, 307. Tell Youth to play with Wine and Love, 752. Thanksgiving to the gods! 603. That face which no man ever saw, 381. That such have died enables us, 322. That which shall last for aye can have no birth, That year? Yes, doubtless I remember still, The Actor's dead, and memory alone, 599. The autumn seems to cry for thee, 491. - The bearded grass waves in the summer breeze, The Beautiful, which mocked his fond pursu- The beauty of the northern dawns, 396. The bees in the clover are making honey, and I The birds have hid, the winds are low, 515. The crocuses in the Square, 646. The cypress swamp around me wraps its spell, 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 folk who lived in Shakespeare's day, 381. grass hung wet on Rydal banks, 181. 518. The gray waves rock against the gray sky-line, The great Republic goes to war, 740. he Grecian Muse, to earth who bore, 260. The half-world's width divides us; where she The handful here, that once was Mary's earth, The hand that swept the sounding lyre, 170. The heavens are our riddle; and the sea, 721. The hours I spent with thee, dear heart, 691. The imperial boy had fallen in his pride, 567. The knell that dooms the voiceless and obscure, The knightliest of the knightly race, 253. The light of spring, 730. The light that fills thy house at morn, 175. The mighty soul that is ambition's mate, 570. The moonbeams over Arno's vale in silver flood 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, 50. The night that has no star lit up by God, 174. Then it came to pass that a pestilence fell on Then saw I, with gray eyes fulfilled of rest, 367. Then that dread angel near the awful throne, The old wine filled him, and he saw, with eyes, The osprey sails above the sound, 12. The Pilgrim Fathers, The play was done, 677. where are they? 35. The poet's secret I must know, 257. The quarry whence thy form majestic sprung, The Queen sat in her balcony, 342. "There are gains for all our losses," 285. There are harps that complain to the presence There are one or two things I should just like There are some quiet ways, 426, |