PAGE O, a dainty plant is the ivy green. 89 O mother! what do they mean by blue?. 376 O say, can you see by the dawn's early light.. 194 107 O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?. 197 143 Oh, he preached it from the housetops and he whispered it by stealth... 402 Oh! listen to the Water-Mill, through all the livelong day... 226 Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep. 270 Old Grimes is dead, that good old man.. 146 Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, Pause now and let a lightsome world go by. 60 303 "Rock of ages, cleft for me"..... 392 PAGE Seated one day at the organ. 266 Shall I, wasting in despair. 366 "She is dead!" they said to him; "come away.. Should auld acquaintance be forgot.... 10 43 Sitting 'mid the gathering shadows, weary with the Sabbath's care. 396 Speak and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away. 351 Stand! the ground's your own, my braves!. 252 Still sits the school-house by the road.. 359 Take them, O Death! and bear away. 209 The king was sick. His cheek was red. 160 The little toy dog is covered with dust. 116 The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the The Sabbath day was ending, in a village by the sea. The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand.... 109 306 The splendor falls on castle walls. 314 The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home... The world was young in those days of ours. PAGE 128 54 269 205 There once was a bird that lived up in a tree.. 112 222 There were three sailors of Bristol City. 340 These ragtime songs they're singin' now may be the proper thing.... 391 They ain't no style about 'em. 276 They do me wrong who say I come no more. 230 They planted them to ether-our gallant sires of old 129 This book is all that's left me now!... 240 Those evening bells! those evening bells!.. 240 Though frail of form, thou wert of spirit large and free... 59 Though he that ever kind and true. 309 "Tis plain to see," said a farmer's wife. 388 To him who, in the love of Nature, holds.. 40 To-night, as I sat by my window. 68 Tread softly,-bow the head.. 301 'Twas Christmas night in Paris.. 382 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house... 234 Under a spreading chestnut-tree. 207 Wall, no, I can't tell whar he lives. PAGR When a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast..... 216 When all the world is young, lad, and all the trees are When Jones left Badger's Corners he was racked by doubt and fear.. 378 When mysterious whispers are floating about.. 374 230 Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, one night. . 117 Ye banks, and braes, and streams around.. 44 Yet has no month a prouder day. 43 You can write it down as gospel.. 302 You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear. 324 |