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.

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.

In town I hear, scarce wakened yet, 466.

Into the sunshine, 10.

It is a mere wild rosebud, 44.

It don't seem hardly right, John, 252.

It mounts athwart the windy hill, 390.

It was past the hour of trysting, 79.

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

Wut?

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.

see,

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 so, 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 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,

This kind o' sogerin' aint a mite like our Octo-
ber trainin', 176.

This little blossom from afar, 5.
Thou look'dst on me all yesternight, 17.
Though old the thought and oft exprest, 353.
Thrash away, you ll her to rattle, 173.
Through suffering and sorrow thou hast passed,
19.

Thy love thou sendest oft to me, 76.
Thy voice is like a fountain, 8.
'T is a woodland enchanted! 373.

To those who died for her on land and sea, 498.
True as the sun's own work, but more refined,

449.

True Love is a humble, low-born thing, 7.
Turbid from London's noise and smoke, 465.

"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.

hand, 349.

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
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.

tic Monthly, 289.

Biglow, Mr., Latest Views of, 279.

BIGLOW PAPERS, THE, 155.

Elegy on the Death of Dr. Channing, 104.
Ember Picture, An, 387.

Endymion, 456.

Estrangement, 463.
Eurydice, 89.

Ewig-Weibliche, Das, 464.
Extreme Unction, 76.
Eye's Treasury, The, 470.

FABLE FOR CRITICS, A, 113.
Fact or Fancy? 446.

Falcon, The, 48.

Familiar Epistle to a Friend, A, 385.
Fancy's Casuistry, 379.

Fatherland, The, 13.

Festina lente, 262.

Finding of the Lyre, The, 352.

First Snow-Fall, The 350.

Fitz Adam's Story, 477.

Flying Dutchman, The, 488.
Foot-Path, The, 390.

For an Autograph, 353.

On the, 82.

Forlorn, The, 14.

Fountain, The, 10.

Fountain of Youth, The, 373.

Fourth of July, 1876, An Ode for the, 430.

Fragments of an Unfinished Poem, 337.

Hebe, 66.

Heritage, The, 15.

Holmes, To, 445.

Hood, To the Memory of, 106.

Hunger and Cold, 61.

In a Copy of Omar Khayyám, 446.

In Absence, 24.

In an Album, 495.

In the Half-Way House, 492.

In the Twilight, 389.

Incident in a Railroad Car, An, 44.

Incident of the Fire at Hamburg, An, 60.
Indian-Summer Reverie, An, 69.
Inscriptions, 498.

For a Bell at Cornell University.
For a Memorial Window to Sir Walter Ra-
leigh, set up in St. Margaret's, Westminster,
by American Contributors.

Proposed for a Soldiers' and Sailors' Monu-
ment in Boston.

Interview with Miles Standish, An, 81.
Invita Minerva, 373.

Invitation, An, 358.

Inverara, On planting a Tree at, 451.
Irené, 3.

L'Envoi (To the Muse), 404.

My Portrait Gallery, 468.

Nest, The, 462.

New-Year's Eve, 1850, 353.
New Year's Greeting, A, 475.
Nightingale in the Study, The, 389.
Nightwatches, 469.

Nomades, The, 359.

Norton, Charles Eliot, To, 343.

On Board the '76, 397.

On burning some Old Letters, 465.

On planting a Tree at Inverara, 451.

On reading Wordsworth's Sonnets in Defence
of Capital Punishment, 22.

or not), 25.

Lesson, The, 474.

Letter, A, from a candidate for the presidency
in answer to suttin questions proposed by Mr.
Hosea Biglow, inclosed in a note from Mr.
Biglow, to S. H. Gay, Esq., editor of the Na-
tional Anti-Slavery Standard, 194.
Letter, A, from Mr. Ezekiel Biglow of Jaalam
to the Hon. Joseph T. Buckingham, editor of
the Boston Courier, inclosing a poem of his
son, Mr. Hosea Biglow, 173.

Letter, A, from Mr. Hosea Biglow to the Hon.
J. T. Buckingham, editor of the Boston Cour-
ier, covering a letter from Mr. B. Sawin, pri-
vate in the Massachusetts Regiment, 175.
Letter from Boston, 151.

"Old World Idylls," 446.

On the Capture of Fugitive Slaves near Wash-
ington, 82.

On the Death of a Friend's Child, 87.
On the Death of C. T. Torrey, 104.
Optimist, The, 465.

Oriental Apologue, An, 332.
Origin of Didactic Poetry, 487.

Palfrey, John G., To, 102.
Palinode. 366.

Paolo to Francesca, 468.

Parable, A (An Ass munched Thistles, while a
Nightingale), 497.

Parable, A (Said Christ our Lord, "I will go
and see "), 96.