A BABY lying on his mother's breast, 300.
A bale-fire kindled in the night, 676.

A ball of fire shoots through the tamarack, 326.
A beam of light, from the infinite depths of the
midnight sky, 718.

A bed of ashes and a half-burned brand, 735.
A bird in my bower, 483.

A bluebird lives in yonder tree, 552.

A brave little bird that fears not God, 654.

A breath can fan love's flame to buruing, 449.
About her head or floating feet, 492.
Above them spread a stranger sky, 18.

A boy named Simon sojourned in a dale, 473.
A cheer and salute for the Admiral, and here's
to the Captain bold, 717.

A child said. What is the grass? fetching it to
me with full hands, 2222.

A cloud possessed the hollow field, 508.
A cold coiled line of mottled lead, 655.
A crazy bookcase, placed before, 159.
Across the Eastern sky has glowed, 520.
Across the gardens of Life they go, 755,
Across the narrow beach we flit, 369.
Across the sombre prairie sea, 720,

A darkened hut outlined against the sky, 532.
A day and then a week passed by, 142.
A dead Soul lay in the light of day, 740.
Adieu, fair isle! I love thy bowers, 73.
Adieu, kind Life, though thou hast often been,

441.

A giant came to me when I was young, 352.
Agnes, thon child of harmony, now fled, 766.
A great, still Shape, alone, 351.

Ah, be not false, sweet Splendor! 477.

Ah, blessedness of work! the aimless mind, 563.
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown
forever! 147.

Ah, Clemence! when I saw thee last, 155.
Ah, Jack it was, and with him little Jill, 473.
Ah June is here, but where is May ? 346,
Ah! ittle flower, upspringing, azure-eyed, 495,
Ah, me! I know how like a golden flower, 692.
Ah, moment not to be purchased, 275.
A house of sleepers—1, alone unblest, 575,

Ah, what can ever be more stately and admira
ble to me than mast-hemmed Manhattan?
226.

A lady red upon the hill, 321.
Alus! that nien must see, 624.
A life on the ocean wave, 177.

A line in long array where they wind betwixt
green islands, 231.

A little blind girl wandering, 243.
A little face there was, 418.

A little Maid of Astrakan, 281.

A little way below her chin, 650,

A little way to walk with you, my own, f24.

A little while (my life is almost set !), 319.

All day and all day, as I sit at my measureless
turning, 657.

All day and many days I rode, 655,

Ail day long roved Hiawatha, 119.

All day the waves assailed the rock, 97.

All Green Things on the earth, bless ye the
Lord! 367.

All hail! thou noble land, 18.

All in the leafy darkness, when sleep had passed
me by, 657,

All night long through the starlit air and the
stillness, 749.

All quiet along the Potomac," they say, 454.
All up and down in shadow-town, 651.

All ye who love the springtime— and who but
loves it well, 461.

Almost afraid they led her in, 377.
Aloft he guards the starry folds, 20.
Alone I walked the ocean strand, 30,
Along Ancona's hills the shimmering heat, 325.
A long, rich breadth of Holland lace, 411.
Along the country roadside, stone on stone,
767.

Along the pastoral ways I go, 612.

Along the shore the slimy brine-pits yawn, 279,
Alter? When the hills do, 321.

A man by the name of Bolus — (all 'at we 'll
ever know), 543.

A man more kindly, in his careless way, 730,
A mariner sat on the shrouds one night, 127.
A mighty fortress is our God, 192.

A mighty Hand, from an exhaustless Urn, 67.
Amid the chapel's chequered gloom, 621.
A million little diamonds, 588,

A mist was driving down the British Channel,
120.

Among the priceless genus and treasures rare,

523.

Among the thousand, thousand spears that rull,
305.

An English lad, who, reading in a book, 612.
An heritage of hopes and fears, 710.
A nightingale once lost his voice, 752.
A night mysterious, tender, quiet, deep, 663.
A noisette on my garden path, 699.
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, 93.
An old man in a lodge within a park, 124.
Anonymous -nor needs a name, 489.
Another guest that winter night, 138,
A nymph there was in Arcadie, 767.
A pale Italian peasant, 551.

A path across a meadow fair and sweet, 277.
A peasant stood before a king and said, 266.
A pilgrim am I, on my way, 298,

A pitcher of mignonette, 597.

A poet's soul has sung its way to God, 329.
A poet writ a song of May, 615.
A public haunt they found her in, 608,
A purple cloud hangs half-way down, 419.
A raven sat upon a tree, 742.

Are there favoring ladies above thee? 666,
Arise, O soul, and gird thee up anew, 630.
A rose's crimson stain, 607.

Around this lovely valley rise, 294.

Art thou some winged Sprite, that, fluttering
round, 497.

Art thou the same, thou sobbing winter wind?

678.

As a bell in a chime, 550.

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, 124.
As a twig trembies, which a bird, 204.
As by the instrument she took her place, 330,
A scent of guava-blossoms and the smell, 330.
As doth his heart who travels far from home,
25.

As dyed in blood the streaming vines appear, 400.
As flame streams upward, so my longing
thought, 544.

As I came down from Lebanon, 658,

As I came down Mount Tamalpais, 633,

A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim,

231.

A silver birch-tree like a sacred maid, 410.
A simple-hearted child was He, 669,

As I sit on a log here in the woods among the
clean-faced beeches, 620.

As I was strolling down a woodland way, 743.
Aldier of the Cromwell stamp, 380.
As'one advances up the slow ascent, 724.
As one by one the singers of our land, 684.
As one who follows a departing friend, 259.
As one who held herself a part, 138.

A song lay silent in my pen, 767.
A song! What songs have died, 253,
As on the gauzy wings of fancy flying, 162,
As some mysterious wanderer of the skies, 634,
As the insect from the rock, 415.

As the transatlantic tourists, 472.
As the wind at play with a spark, 358.
As through the Void we went I heard his
plumes, 497.

As to a bird's song she were listening, 597.
As we the withered ferns, 728.

At anchor in Hampton Roads we ́lay, 123,
"At dawn, "he said, "I bid them all farewell,"
455.

At Eutaw Springs the valiant died, 3.

A throat of thunder, a tameless heart, 613,
A thousand silent years ago, 220,

At midnight, in his guarded tent, 36.
At midnight, in the mouth of June, 146.
At Shelley's birth, 489,

At table yonder sits the man we seek, 617.
At the king's gate the subtle noon, 324.
Autumn was cold in Plymouth town, 553,
A viewless thing is the wind, 646,
Awake! Awake! 506,

Awake, ye forms of verse divine! 46.
A weapon that comes down as still, 34.

A week ago to-day, when red-haired Sally, 291.
A whisper on the heath I hear, 763,
A whisper woke the air, 170,

A white rose had a sorrow, 571.
Ay, Dwainie! - My Dwainie! 563.
A year ago how often did I meet, 326,

Ay, not at home, then, didst thou say? 376. ¡
A youth in apparel that glittered, 734.
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! 153,
Ay, this is freedom! — these pure skies, 59,
Ay! Unto thee belong, 347.

Azaleas whitest of white! 349.

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• Behold another singer!" 'riton said, 348.
Behold, the grave of a wicked man, 734.
Behold the portal: open wide it stands, 564.

* Believe in me," the Prophet cried, 167.

Bend low, O dusky Night, 355,

Beneath the burning brazen sky, 655,

Beneath the Memnonian shadows of Memphis,
it rose from the slime, 413,

Beneath the midnight moon of May, 371.
Beneath thy spell, O radiant summer sea, 646.
Beside her ashen hearth she sate her down, 662.
Beside that tent and under guard, 670.
Beside the landsman knelt a dame, 526,
Between the dark and the daylight, 122.
Between the falling leaf and rose-bud's breath,
377.

Between the nountains and the sea, 447.

173.

Beyond the sea, I know not where, 579.

Bind us the morning, mother of the stars, 574.
Birds are singing round my window, 280,
Black riders came from the sea, 734.

Black Tragedy lets slip her grim disguise, 384.
Blessings on thee, little man, 130.
Blind as the song of birds, 252.

Blow softly, thrush, upon the hush, 723.
Blue gulf all around us, 247.

Blue hills beneath the haze 431.

Bold, amiable, ebon outlaw, grave and wise!

531.

Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans, 541.
Boy, I detest these modern innovations, 769.
Break forth, break forth, O Sudbury town, 609.
Break not his sweet repose, 332.
Break thou my heart, ah, break it, 282.
Breathe, trumpets, breathe, 189.
Bring me a cup of good red wine, 181.
Broad bars of sunset-slanted gold, 5:52.

Broncho Dan halts midway of the stream, 690.
Brook, would thou couldst flew, 425.

Brother of mine, good monk with cowled head,

610.

Brown earth-line meets gray heaven, 718.
Bugles! 703.

Burly, dozing humble-bee, 92.

But do we truly mourn our soldier dead, 736.
By the flow of the inland river, 292.

By the merest chance, in the twilight gloom,

580.

By the rude bridge that arched the flood, 100.
By the waters of Life we sat together, 343,
By the wayside, on a messy stone, 108.

Calling, the heron flies athwait the blue, 710.
Calm as that second summer which precedes,

316.

Calm Death, God of crossed hands and passion-
less eyes, 649.

Can freckled August, -- drowsing warm and
blonde, 708.

Captain of the Western wood, 407.

Carved by a mighty race whose vanished hands,
522.

Cast on the water by a careless hand, 446,
Channing! my Mentor whilst my thought w&I
young, 77.

Child of sin and sorrow, 19.

Children, do you ever, 521.

Child, weary of thy baubles of to-day, 631.
Child with the hungry eyes, 692.
Circling on high, in cloudless sky, 763.
City of God, how broad and far, 254.
Climbing up the hillside beneath the summer
stars, 641.

Clime of the brave! the high heart's home, 84.
Close his eyes; his work is done! 264.
Close on the edge of a midsummer dawn, 381.
"Come a little nearer, Doctor,
thank you,
let me take the cup," 388,

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-

Dixon, a Choctaw, twenty years of age, 480.
Does the pearl know, that in its shade and
sheen, 754.

Don Juan has ever the grand old air, 361.
Do not waste your pity, friend, 702,

Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt,

233.

Dost deem him weak that owns his strength is
tried? 515.

Down from a sunken doorstep to the road, 742.
Down in a garden olden, 651.

Down in the bleak December bay, 256,
Down the long hall she glistens like a star, 519.
Down the world with Marna! 702,

Do you fear the force of the wind, 66,
Do you remember, my sweet, absent son, 537.
Drink! drink! to whom shall we drink ? 17.
Dumb Mother of all music, let me rest, 745.

Each golden note of music greets, 613,
Each of us is like Balboa: once in ail our lives
do we, 549.

Edith, the silent stars are coldly gleaming, 187.
Eileen of four, 540,

Eli, Eli, lama sabaethani ? 413,

Enamoured architect of airy rhyme, 382.
Enchantress, touch no more that strain! 332.
En garde, Messieurs, too, long have I endured,
G38.

England, I stand on thy imperial ground, 594.
Ere last year's moon had left the sky, 184,
Ere yet in Vergil I could scan or spell, 696,
Ermine or blazonry, he knew them not, 239,
Even as tender parents lovingly, 51,

Even at their fairest still I love the less, 422.

Far, far away, beyond a hazy height, 715.
Far-off a young Stato rises, full of might, 350.
Farragut, Farragut, 457.

Far up the lonely mountain-side, 331.
Fasten the chamber! 290,

Fathered by March, the daffodils are here, 609.
Father, I scarcely dare to pray, 325,

Father, I will not ask for wealth or fame, 166.

Father of lakes!" thy waters bend, 87.
Father! whose hard and cruel law, 443.
Farewell, my more than fatherland ! 27.
Few, in the days of early youth, 89.
Few men of hero-mould, 595.

Fierce burns our fire of driftwood; overhead,
735.

Fifty leagues, fifty leagues

and I ride, 765,

Finding Francesca full of tears, I said, 240,
Fit theme for song, the sylvan maid, 600,
Flower of the moon! 662.

Flower of youth, in the ancient frame, 508,
Flower, that I hold in my hand, 565,
For a cap and bells our lives we pay, 201.
For death must come, and change, and, though
the loss, 673.

Foreseen in the vision of sages, 272.
Forever am I conscious, moving here, 383.
Forgiveness Lane is old as youth, 714.
For, lo! the living God doth bare his arın, G61,
For many blessings I to God upraise, 412.
For me the jasmine buds unfold, 586,
For sixty days and upwards, 317.

For them, O God, who only worship Thee, 242
For, O America, our country! —land, 53,
Four straight brick walls, severely plain, 313.
Four things a man must learn to do, 147,
Framed in the cavernous fire-place sits a boy,

632.

Freedom's first champion in our fettered land!
79).

Friends of the Muse, to you of right belong, 161.
Fringing cypress forests dim, 576,
From far away, from far away, 521.
From some sweet home, the morning train, 366,
From the Desert I come to thee, 272.

From the drear wastes of unfulfilled desire,

467.

From their folded mates they wander far, 645,
From the misty shores of midnight, touched
with splendors of the moon, 547.

From this quaint cabin window I can see, 785,
Frowning, the mountain stronghold stood, 481,
Furl that Banner, for 't is weary 402.

**Garçon! You-you," 286.

Gather all kindreds of this boundless realm,
201.

Gaunt, rueful knight, on raw-boned, shambling
hack, 552.

Gay, guiltless pair, 51.

Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us, 19.
Give honor and love for evermore, 429,
"Give me a fillet, Love," quoth I, 797.
Give me a race that is run in a breath, 638,
Give me the room whose every nook, 670,
Give me the splendid silent sun with all his
beams full-dazzling, 225.

Give me to die unwitting of the day, 338,
"Give us a song!" the soldiers cried, 274.
Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided- and
woven, 435.

Glory and honor and fame and everlasting lau-
dation, 476.

Go bow thy head in gentle spite, 267.
God called the nearest angels who dwell with
Him above, 189.
God dreamed ·

space, 441.

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the suns sprang flaming into

God keep you, dearest, all this lonely night, 449.
Godlike beneath his grave divinities, 490,
God made a little gentian, 321.

God makes sech nights, all white an' still, 207.
Gone, gone, — sold and gone, 128,

Good-by: nay, do not grieve that it is over, 662.
Good Master, you and I were born, 313,
Good-night! I have to say good-night, 380.
Good oars, for Arnold's sake, 665,

Go, Rose, and in her golden hair, 650,
Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal, 727.
Go 'way, fiddle! folks is tired o' hearin' you
8-squawkin', 7438,

Grandmother's mother: her age, I guess, 160.
Great Sovereign of the earth and sea, 407.
Great thoughts in crude, unshapely verse set
forth, 84.

Green be the turf above thee, X7.

Green blood fresh pulsing through the trees,
719.

Green grew the reeds and pale they were, 691.
Guvener B. is a sensible man, 25.

Headless, without an arm, a figure leans, 648.
Hear now this fairy legend of old Greece, 202.
Hear the sledges with the bells, 150.
Heart, we will forget him! 321.

He ate and drank the precious words, 320,
Heaven is mirrored, Love, deep in thine eyes, 671.
Heaven is open every day, 432.

He brought a Lily white, 490,

He came too late! Neglect had tried, 682.
He caught his chisel, hastened to his bench, 499.
He comes, the happy warrior, 782.

He crawls along the mountain walls, 360.

He cried aloud to God: "The men below," 714.
He didn't know much music, 623.
He'd nothing but his violin, 580.

Heedless she strayed from note to note, 408.
Heed the old oracles, 95,

He gathered cherry-stones, and carved them
quaintly, 480.

He knelt beside her pillow, in the dead watch
of the night, 371.

Helen, thy beauty is to me, 144.

He lies low in the levelled sand, 427.

He loved her, having felt his love begin, 613.
lle loves not well whose love is bold! 371.
He might have won the highest guerdon that
heaven to earth can give, 568.

Her aged hands are worn with works of love,
687.

Her casement like a watchful eye, 297.
Her dimpled cheeks are pale, 577.

Here in this room where first we met, GGT.
Here lived the soul enchanted, 487,
**Here, () lily-white lady mine," 625.
Here room and kingly silence keep, 428.
Here they give me greeting, 745.
Her eyes be like the violets, 69.
Her hands are cold; her face is white, 159.
He rides at their head, 235.
Her lips were so near, 13,

Her suffering ended with the day, 197.
Her voice was like the song of birds, 477.
Her ways were gentle while a babe, 126,
He sang one song and died — no more but that,

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He sang the airs of olden times, 168,
He sleeps at last a hero of his race, 614.
He speaks not well who doth his time deplore,
478.

Ile was in love with truth and knew her near,
620.

Ile was six years old, just six that day, 588,
He who hath loved hath borne a vassal's chain.
716.

He who would echo Horace' lays, 200,

Hle wronght with patience long and weary years,
762.

Hey, laddie, hark, to the merry, merry lark,
711.

High above hate 1 dwell, 667.

High-lying, sea-blown stretches of green turf,
643.

High towered the palace and its massive pile, 71.
High walls and huge the body may confine, 102.
His body lies upon the shore, 725,

His broid-brimmed hat pushed back with care-
less air. 428,

His cherished woods are mute. The stream
glides down, 326,

His echoing axe the settler swung, 171.
His face is truly of the Roman mould, 399,
His falchion flashed along the Nile, 34.

Ilis feet were shod with music and had wings,