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A beggar through the world am I, 5.
A camel-driver, angry with his drudge, 432.
A heap of bare and splintery crags, 302.
A hundred years! they're quickly fled, 427.
A legend that grew in the forest's hush, 74.
A lily thou wast when I saw thee first, 10.
A poet cannot strive for despotism, 23.
A presence both by night and day, 302.
A race of nobles may die out, 100.
A stranger came one night to Yussouf's tent,
About the oak that framed this chair, of old,
Alike I hate to be your debtor, 327.
Along a river-side, I know not where, 334.
Amid these fragments of heroic days, 404.
An ass munched thistles, while a nightingale,
“And how could you dream of meeting ? " 408.
Another star 'neath Time's horizon dropped,
Are we, then, wholly fallen? Can it be, 97.
As a twig trembles, which a bird, 89.
As, cleansed of Tiber's and Oblivion's slime,
As, flake by flake, the beetling avalanches, 91.
As life runs on, the road grows strange, 433.
As sinks the sun behind yon alien hills, 404.
As the broad ocean endlessly upheaveth, 22.
At Carnac in Brittany, close on the bay, 393.
At length arrived, your book I take, 382.
At twenty we fancied the blest Middle Ages,
Ay, pale and silent maiden, 18.
B, taught by Pope to do his good by stealth,
Beauty on my hearth-stone blazing ! 320.
Beloved, in the noisy city here, 22.
Beneath the trees, 338.
Bowing thyself in dust before a Book, 99.
Can this be thou who, lean and pale, 87.
Come back before the birds are flown, 400.
my catbird calls to me, 331.
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,
Ef I a song or two could make, 267.
Entranced I saw a vision in the cloud, 370.
Ere pales in Heaven the morning star, 399.
Fair as a summer dream was Margaret, 28.
Far over Elf-land poets stretch their sway, 404.
Far through the memory shines a happy day,
Far up on Katahdin thou towerest, 62.
Far 'yond this narrow parapet of Time, 23.
Fit for an Abbot of Theleme, 322.
For this true nobleness I seek in vain, 20.
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,
From the close-shut windows gleams no spark,
Full oft the pathway to her door, 433.
Giddings, far rougher names than thine have
Go ! leave me, Priest ; my soul would be, 75.
God! do not let my loved one die, 15.
God makes sech nights, all white an' still, 219.
God sends his teachers unto every age, 46.
Godminster? Is it Fancy's play ? 297.
Gold of the reddening sunset, backward thrown,
Gone, gone from us ! and shall we see, 1.
Great soul, thou sittest with me in my room, 20.
Great truths are portions of the soul of man,
Guvener B, is a sensible man, 188.
He came to Florence long ago, 296.
He spoke of Burns : men rude and rough, 45.
He stood upon the world's broad threshold;
He who first stretched his nerves of subtile
Heaven's cup held down to me I drain, 88.
Here once my step was quickened, 309.
Here we stan' on the Constitution, by thunder!
Hers all that Earth could promise or bestow,
Hers is a spirit deep, and crystal-clear, 4.
How strange are the freaks of memory! 329.
How struggles with the tempest's swells, 322.
How was I worthy so divine a loss, 399.
Hushed with broad sunlight lies the hill, 99.
I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East
I ask not for those thoughts, that sudden leap,
I call as fly the irrevocable hours, 432.
I cannot think that thou shouldst pass away, 21.
I christened you in happier days, before, 383.
Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the
Dear M. By way of saving time, 111.
Dear Sir, – You wish to know my notions, 204.
Dear Sir, – Your letter come to han', 275.
Dear Wendell, why need count the years, 381.
Death never came so nigh to me before, 87.
Don't believe in the Flying Dutchman ? 422.
Down 'mid the tangled roots of things, 325.
I could not bear to see those eyes, 401.
I did not praise thee when the crowd, 101.
I do not come to weep above thy pall, 104.
I don't much s'pose, hows'ever I should plen it,
I du believe in Freedom's cause, 201.
I go to the ridge in the forest, 310.
I grieve not that ripe knowledge takes away,
I had a little daughter, 89.
I have a fancy: how shall I bring it, 411.
I hed it on my min' las' time, when I to write
ye started, 242.
I know a falcon swift and peerless, 48.
I love to start out arter night's begun, 233.
I need not praise the sweetness of his song, 330.
I rise, Mr. Chairman, as both of us know, 430.
I sat and watched the walls of night, 410.
I sat one evening in my room, 80.
I saw a Sower walking slow, 60.
I saw the twinkle of white feet, 65.
I sent you a message, my friens, t'other day,
I spose you recollect thet I explained my gennle
I spose you wonder ware I be; I can't tell, fer
the soul o' me, 207.
I swam with undulation soft, 326.
I thank ye, my frien's, for the warmth o' your
I thought our love at full, but I did err, 25.
I treasure in secret some long, fine hair, 307.
I, walking the familiar street, 396.
I was with thee in Heaven: I cannot tell, 403.
I watched a moorland torrent run, 410.
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 he be a nobler lover, take him! 438.
If I let fall a word of bitter mirth, 360.
If I were the rose at your window, 433.
In a small chamber, friendless and unseen, 103.
In good old times, which means, you know, 438.
In his tower sat the poet, 16.
In life's small things be resolute and great, 432.
In the old days of awe and keen-eyed wonder,
In town I hear, scarce wakened yet, 402.
In vain we call old notions fudge, 433.
Into the sunshine, 11.
It don't seem hardly right, John, 238.
It is a mere wild rosebud, 44.
It mounts athwart the windy hill, 333.
It was past the hour of trysting, 78.
It's some consid'ble of a spell sence I hain't
writ no letters, 223,
Leaves fit to have been poor Juliet's cradle-
Let others wonder what fair face, 437.
Light of triumph in her eyes, 408.
Look on who will in apathy, and stifle they
who can, 82.
Looms there the New Land, 313.
Maiden, when such a sonl as thine is born, 21.
Mary, since first I knew thee, to this hour, 23.
Men say the sullen instrument, 332.
Men! whose boast it is that ye, 55.
My coachman, in the moonlight there, 297.
My day began not till the twilight fell, 392.
My heart, I cannot still it, 409.
My Love, I have no fear that thou shouldst die,
My name is Water: I have sped, 96.
My soul was like the sea, 9.
My worthy friend, A. Gordon Knott, 149.
Never, surely, was holier man, 77.
New England's poet, rich in love as years, 386.
Nine years have slipt like hourglass sand, 300.
No? 'Hez he? He haint, though? Wut ?
Voted agin him ? 192.
Nor deemed he lived unto himself alone, 384.
Not always unimpeded can I pray, 294.
Not as all other women are, 6.
Now Biörn, the son of Heriulf, had ill days,
O days endeared to every Muse, 423.
O Dryad feet," 407.
O dwellers in the valley-land, 78.
O Land of Promise ! from what Pisgah's height,
O moonlight deep and tender, 19.
O wandering dim on the extremest edge, 63.
Of all the myriad moods of mind, 91.
Oft round my hall of portraiture I gaze, 403.
Oh, tell me less or tell me more, 402.
Old events have modern meanings; only that
Old Friend, farewell! Your kindly door again,
On this wild waste, where never blossom came,
Once git a smell o' musk into a draw, 260.
Once hardly in a cycle blossometh, 22.
Once on a time there was a pool, 248.
One after one the stars have risen and set, 39.
One feast, of holy days the crest, 319.
One kiss from all others prevents me, 402.
Opening one day a book of mine, 409.
Our love is not a fading, earthly flower, 24.
Our ship lay tumbling in an angry sea, 339.
Over his keys the musing organist, 106.
Phæbus, sitting one day in a laurel-tree's shade,
Praisest Law, friend? We, too, love it much as
they that love it best, 94.
Propped on the marsh, a dwelling now, I see,
Punctorum garretos colens et cellara Quinque,
Rabbi Jehosha used to say, 319.
Reader! Walk up at once (it will soon be too
through thy branches goes the sun-
Said Christ our Lord, I will go and see, 95.
Seat of all woes? Though Nature's firm decree,
She gave me all that woman can, 400.
Shell, whose lips, than mine more cold, 411.
Ship, blest to bear such freight across the blue,
Shy soul and stalwart, man of patient will, 384.
Silencioso por la puerta, 403.
Sisters two, all praise to you, 61.
Skilled to pull wires, he baffles Nature's hope,
Sleep is Death's image, – poets tell us so, 400.
So dreamy-soft the notes, so far away,
Some sort of heart I know is hers, 85.
Sometimes come pauses of calm, when the rapt
bard, holding his heart back, 398.
Somewhere in India, upon a time, 161.
Spirit, that rarely comest now, 323.
Still thirteen years : 't is autumn now, 308.
Stood the tall Archangel weighing, 436.
Strong, simple, silent are the (steadfast] laws,
Swiftly the politic goes : is it dark? – he bor-
rows a lantern, 432.
Thank God, he saw you last in pomp of May,
Thanks to the artist, ever on my wall, 387.
That's a rather bold speech, my Lord Bacon,
The Bardling came where by a river grew, 315.
The century numbers fourscore years, 410.
The cordage creaks and rattles in the wind, 55.
The dandelions and buttercups, 295.
The electric nerve, whose instantaneous thrill,
The fire is burning clear and blithely, 319.
The hope of Truth grows stronger, day by day,
These rugged, wintry days I scarce could bear,
They pass me by like shadows, crowds on
Thick-rushing, like an ocean vast, 10.
This is the midnight of the century, - hark!
This kind o' sogerin' aint a mite like our Oc-
tober trainin', 184.
This little blossom from afar, 5.
Thou look 'dst on me all yesternight, 17.
Thou wast the fairest of all man-made things,
Though old the thought and oft exprest, 295.
Thrash away, you'll hev to rattle, 181.
Through suffering and sorrow thou hast passed,
Thy love thou sentest oft to me, 75.
Thy voice is like a fountain, 8.
'Tis a woodland enchanted ! 316.
To those who died for her on land and sea,
True as the sun's own work, but more refined,
True Love is a humble, low-born thing, 8.
Turbid from London's noise and smoke, 400.
'T was sung of old in hut and hall, 398.
'T were no hard task, perchance, to win, 336.
Two brothers once, an ill-matched pair, 176.
Two fellers, Isrel named and Joe, 176.
Unconscious as the sunshine, simply sweet, 385.
Unseen Musician, thou art sure to please, 438.
Untremulous in the river clear, 7.
Violet! sweet violet ! 17.
Wait a little: do we not wait ? 324.
Walking alone where we walked together, 402.
We see but half the causes of our deeds, 49.
We, too, have autumns, when our leaves, 97.
We wagered, she for sunshine, I for rain, 433.
Weak-winged is song, 342.
What boot your houses and your lands? 61.
What countless years and wealth of brain were
“What fairings will ye that I bring ? " 293.
What gnarled stretch, what depth of shade, is
his ! 76.
What hath Love with Thought to do? 438.
What know we of the world immense, 433.
What man would live coffined with brick and
What mean these banners spread, 407.
"What means this glory round our feet," 403.
What Nature makes in any mood, 301.
What visionary tints the year puts on, 69.
What were I, Love, if I were stripped of thee,
What were the whole void world, if thou wert
When a deed is done for Freedom, through the
broad earth's aching breast, 67.
When I was a beggarly boy, 300.
When oaken woods with buds are pink, 397.
When Persia's sceptre trembled in a hand, 291.
When the down is on the chin, 408.
When wise Minerva still was young, 421.
Where is the true man's fatherland? 14.
* Where lies the capital, pilgrim, seat of who
governs the Faithful ? " 432.
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,
Why should I seek her spell to decompose, 386.
With what odorous woods and spices, 401.
Woe worth the hour when it is crime, 104.
Wondrous and awful are thy silent halls, 63.
Words pass as wind, but where great deeds
were done, 364.
Worn and footsore was the Prophet, 19.
Ye little think what toil it was to build, 406.
Ye who, passing graves by night, 83.
Yes, faith is a goodly anchor, 308.
Zekle crep' up, quite unbeknown, 170.
[The titles of major works and of general divisions are set in SMALL CAPITALS.)
A. C. L., To, 19.
Above and Below, 78.
After the Burial, 308.
AI Fresco, 295.
Alexander, Fanny, To, 385.
Appledore, Pictures from, 302.
April Birthday, An at Sea, 437.
Arcadia Rediviva, 396.
At the Burns Centennial, 427.
At the Commencement Dinner, 1866, 430.
Auf Wiedersehen, 308.
Bartlett, Mr. John, To, 322.
Beaver Brook, 99.
Beggar, The, 5.
Biglow, Mr. Hosea, to the Editor of the At-
lantic Monthly, 275.
Biglow, Mr., Latest Views of, 265.
BIGLOW PAPERS, THE, 165.
Biglow's, Mr. Hosea, Speech in March Meet-
Birch-Tree, The, 79.
Birdofredum Sawin, Esq., to Mr. Hosea Big-
Birdofredum Sawin, Esq., to Mr. Hosea Big-
Birthday Verses, 398.
Black Preacher, The, 395.
Blondel, Two Scenes from the Life of, 336.
Bon Voyage, 386.
Boss, The, 433.
Boston, Letter from, 111.
Bradford, C. F., To, 383.
Brakes, The, 406.
Brittany, A Legend of, 28.
Tryst, The, 402.
Burns Centennial, At the, 427.
Captive, The, 78.
Capture of Fugitive Slaves near Washington,
On the, 82.
Casa sin Alma, 403.
CATHEDRAL, THE, 349.
Cervantes, Prison of, 405.
Changed Perspective, 433.
Changeling, The, 89.
Channing, Dr., Elegy on the Death of, 104.
Chippewa Legend, A, 53.
Christmas Carol, A, 403.
Cochituate Water, Ode written for the Cele-
bration of the Introduction of the, into the
City of Boston, 96.
Commemoration, Ode recited at the Harvard,
Concord Bridge, Ode read at the One Hun-
dredth Anniversary of the Fight at, 361.
Contrast, A, 75.
Courtin', The, 170, 219.
Credidimus Jovem regnare, 423.
Curtis, George William, An Epistle to, 388.
Dancing Bear, The, 404.
Dandelion, To the, 83.
Dante, On a Portrait of, by Giotto, 87.
Darkened Mind, The, 319.
Dead House, The, 309.
Death of a Friend's Child, On the, 87.
Death of Queen Mercedes, 405.
Debate in the Sennit, The, 197.
Discovery, The, 410.
Dobson's, Mr. Austin, “Old World Idylls,” On
Receiving a Copy of, 382.
E. G. de R., 386.
EARLIER POEMS, 1.
Eleanor makes Macaroons, 408.
Elegy on the Death of Dr. Channing, 104.
Ember Picture, An, 329.
Epistle to George William Curtis, An, 388.
Ewig-Weibliche, Das, 399.
Extreme Unction, 75.
Eye's Treasury, The, 406.
FABLE FOR CRITICS, A, 113.
Fact or Fancy? 402.
Falcon, The, 48.
Familiar Epistle to a Friend, A, 327.
Fancy's Casuistry, 322.
Fatherland, The, 14.
Festina Lente, 248.
Finding of the Lyre, The, 294.
First Snow-Fall, The, 292.
Fitz Adam's Story, 411.
Flying Dutchman, The, 422.
Foot-Path, The, 333.
For an Autograph, 295.
Foreboding, A, 407.
Forlorn, The, 14.