A beggar through the world am I, 4.

A camel-driver, angry with his drudge, 498.
A heap of bare and splintery crags, 361.
A hundred years! they 're quickly fled, 493.
A legend that grew in the forest's hush, 74.
A lily thou wast when I saw thee first, 9.
A poet cannot strive for despotism, 23.
A presence both by night and day, 360.
A race of nobles may die out, 101.

A stranger came one night to Yussouf's tent,
376.

About the oak that framed this chair, of old,

449.

B, taught by Pope to do his good by stealth,
498.

Beauty on my hearth-stone blazing! 377.
Beloved, in the noisy city here, 22.
Beneath the trees, 395.

Bowing thyself in dust before a Book, 99.

Can this be thou who, lean and pale, 87.
Come back before the birds are flown, 464.
"Come forth!" my catbird calls to me, 389.
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm, 451.

Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the
way, 83.
Dear M.

By way of saving time, 151.
Dear Sir,-You wish to know my notions, 195.
Dear Sir, -Your letter come to han', 289.
Dear Wendell, why need count the years, 445.
Death never came so nigh to me before, 87.
Don't believe in the Flying Dutchman? 488.
Down 'mid the tangled roots of things, 383.
Ef I a song or two could make, 281.
Entranced I saw a vision in the cloud, 430.
Ere pales in Heaven the morning star, 463.

Full oft the pathway to her door, 499.

Giddings, far rougher names than thine have
grown, 25.

Go! leave me, Priest; my soul would be, 76.
God! do not let my loved one die, 15.
God makes sech nights, all white an' still, 233.
God sends his teachers unto every age, 46.
Godminster? Is it Fancy's play? 355.
Gold of the reddening sunset, backward thrown,
470.

Gone, gone from us! and shall we see, 1.
Great soul, thou sittest with me in my room, 21.
Great truths are portions of the soul of man, 20.
Guvener B. is a sensible man, 180.

He came to Florence long ago, 354.

He spoke of Burns: men rude and rough, 44.
He stood upon the world's broad threshold;
wide, 24.

He who first stretched his nerves of subtile
wire, 475.

Heaven's cup held down to me I drain, 89.
Here once my step was quickened, 367.
"Here we stan' on the Constitution, by thun-
der!" 189.

Hers all that Earth could promise or bestow,
469.

Hers is a spirit deep, and crystal-clear, 3.
How strange are the freaks of memory! 387.
How struggles with the tempest's swells, 379.
How was I worthy so divine a loss, 464.

Hushed with broad sunlight lies the hill, 100.

I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Had-
dam, 337.

I ask not for those thoughts, that sudden leap,
20.

I call as fly the irrevocable hours, 498.

I cannot think that thou shouldst pass away,

I du believe in Freedom's cause, 192.

I go to the ridge in the forest, 368.

No? Hez he? He haint, though?
Voted agin him? 184.

25.

I had a little daughter, 90.

I have a fancy: how shall I bring it, 476.

I hed it on my min' las' time, when I to write
ye started, 256.

I know a falcon, swift and peerless, 48.

I love to start out arter night 's begun, 246.

I need not praise the sweetness of his song,
388.

I rise, Mr. Chairman, as both of us know, 496.

I sat and watched the walls of night, 474.

I sat one evening in my room, 81.

I saw a Sower walking slow, 61.

I saw the twinkle of white feet, 66.

I sent you a message, my friens, t' other day,

263.

I spose you recollect thet I explained my gennle
views, 203.

I spose you wonder ware I be; I can't tell, fer
the soul o' me, 198.

I swam with undulation soft, 383.

I thank ye, my frien's, for the warmth o' your
greetin', 269.

I thought our love at full, but I did err, 25.
I treasure in secret some long, fine hair, 365.
I, walking the familiar street, 461.

I was with thee in Heaven: I cannot tell, 468.

I watched a moorland torrent run, 475.

I went to seek for Christ, 66.

I would more natures were like thine, 10.

I would not have this perfect love of ours, 20.
If I let fall a word of bitter mirth, 420.
If I were the rose at your window, 499.
In a small chamber, friendless and unseen, 103.
In his tower sat the poet, 16.

In life's small things be resolute and great, 498.
In the old days of awe and keen-eyed wonder,

11.

It was past the hour of trysting, 79.

Not always unimpeded can I
pray, 352.
Not as all other women are, 5.

Wut?

447.

Once git a smell o' musk into a draw, 274.
Once hardly in a cycle blossometh, 22.
Once on a time there was a pool, 262.
One after one the stars have risen and set, 38.
One feast, of holy days the crest, 377.
One kiss from all others prevents me, 467.
Opening one day a book of mine, 474.
Our love is not a fading, earthly flower, 24.
Our ship lay tumbling in an angry sea, 397.
Over his keys the musing organist, 107.

Phoebus, sitting one day in a laurel-tree's shade,
119.

Praisest Law, friend? We, too, love it much
as they that love it best, 94.
Propped on the marsh, a dwelling now I see,
166.

Punctorum garretos colens et cellara Quinque,
284.

Rabbi Jehosha used to say, 377.
Reader!

Walk up at once (it will soon be too
late), 113.

Rippling through thy branches goes the sun-
shine, 80.

Light of triumph in her eyes, 472.

Look on who will in apathy, and stifle they who
can, 82.

Maiden, when such a soul as thine is born, 21.
Mary, since first I knew thee, to this hour, 23.
Men say the sullen instrument, 389.
Men whose boast it is that ye, 56.
My coachman, in the moonlight there, 355.
My day began not till the twilight fell, 456.
My heart, I cannot still it, 474.

My Love, I have no fear that thou shouldst die.
21.

My name is Water: I have sped, 96.
My soul was like the sea, 9.

My worthy friend, A. Gordon Knott, 323.

Never, surely, was holier man, 78.

New England's poet, rich in love as years, 450.
Nine years have slipt like hour-glass sand, 358.

Shell, whose lips, than mine more cold, 475.
Ship, blest to bear such freight across the blue,
450.

Shy soul and stalwart, man of patient will, 448.
Silencioso por la puerta, 467.
Sisters two, all praise to you,
61.
Skilled to pull wires, he baffles Nature's hope,
498.
Sleep is Death's image,

-

poets tell us 80, 464.
So dreamy-soft the notes, so far away, 470.
Some sort of heart I know is hers, 86.
Sometimes come pauses of calm, when the rapt
bard, holding his heart back, 462.
Somewhere in India, upon a time, 332.
Spirit, that rarely comest now, 381.
Still thirteen years: 't is autumn now, 366.
Swiftly the politic goes: is it dark?—he bor-
rows a lantern, 498.

Thank God, he saw you last in pomp of May,

447.

The Maple puts her corals on in May, 469.
The misspelt scrawl, upon the wall, 495.
The moon shines white and silent, 15.
The New World's sons, from England's breasts
we drew, 498.

The next whose fortune 't was a tale to tell,
477.

The night is dark, the stinging sleet, 14.
The old Chief, feeling now wellnigh his end, 54.
The path from me to you that led, 463.
The pipe came safe, and welcome too, 446.
The rich man's son inherits lands, 15.
The same good blood that now refills, 97.
The sea is lonely, the sea is dreary, 2.
The snow had begun in the gloaming, 350.
The tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward
to the skies, 60.

The wind is roistering out of doors, 343.
The wisest man could ask no more of Fate, 448.
The world turns mild; democracy, they say, 491.
There are who triumph in a losing cause, 102.
There came a youth upon the earth, 44.
There lay upon the ocean's shore, 352.
There never yet was flower fair in vain, 21.
Therefore think not the Past is wise alone, 23.
These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were
bred, 446.

These rugged, wintry days I scarce could bear,

"T was sung of old in hut and hall, 463.
"T were no hard task, perchance, to win, 394.
Two brothers once, an ill-matched pair, 168.
Two fellers, Isrel named and Joe, 168.

Unconscious as the sunshine, simply sweet, 448.
Untremulous in the river clear, 6.

Violet sweet violet! 17.

Wait a little do we not wait? 382.
Walking alone where we walked together, 467.
We see but half the causes of our deeds, 49.
We, too, have autumns, when our leaves, 98.
We wagered, she for sunshine, I for rain, 499.
Weak-winged is song, 398.

What boot your houses and your lands? 62.
What countless years and wealth of brain were
spent, 471.

"What fairings will ye that I bring?" 351.
What gnarled stretch, what depth of shade, is
his! 77.

What man would live coffined with brick and
stone, 91.

What mean these banners spread, 472.
"What means this glory round our feet," 467.
What Nature makes in any mood, 359.
What visionary tints the year puts on, 69.
What were I, Love, if I were stripped of thee,
19.

What were the whole void world, if thou wert
dead, 471.

When a deed is done for Freedom, through the
broad earth's aching breast, 67.
When I was a beggarly boy, 358.
When oaken woods with buds are pink, 462.
When Persia's sceptre trembled in a hand, 349.
When the down is on the chin, 473.
When wise Minerva still was young, 487.
Where is the true man's fatherland? 13.
"Where lies the capital, pilgrim, seat of who
governs the Faithful? "498.

Whether my heart hath wiser grown or not, 25.
Whether the idle prisoner through his grate,
48.

While the slow clock, as they were miser's gold,
469.
Whither?

Albeit I follow fast, 404.
Who cometh over the hills, 421.
Who does his duty is a question, 451.
Who hath not been a poet? Who hath not,
356.

Why should I seek her spell to decompose, 449.
With what odorous woods and spices, 465.
Woe worth the hour when it is crime, 104.
Wondrous and awful are thy silent halls, 64.
Words pass as wind, but where great deeds
were done, 424.

Worn and footsore was the Prophet, 18.

Ye little think what toil it was to build, 470.
Ye who, passing graves by night, 84.
Yes, faith is a goodly anchor, 367.

Zekle crep' up, quite unbeknown, 160.