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INDEX OF FIRST LINES

A batter'd, wreck'd old man, 601.

A beautiful and happy girl, 265.
Aboard at a ship's helm, 586.

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A carol closing sixty-nine-a résumé — a repeti-
tion, 607.

A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me
with full hands, 533.

A Christian! going, gone! 272.

A cloud, like that the old-time Hebrew saw, 349.
A crazy bookcase, placed before, 387.

A dull uncertain brain, 93.

A fleet with flags arrayed, 254.

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
547.

After an interval, reading, here in the midnight,

604.

After surmounting three-score and ten, 608.
A gold fringe on the purpling hem, 344.

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown
forever! 43.

Ah, Clemence! when I saw thee last, 358.
A hundred years! they're quickly fled, 467.

A line in long array where they wind betwixt
green islands, 572.

All are architects of Fate, 149.

All as God wills, who wisely heeds, 302.
Alone in Rome. Why, Rome is lonely too, 60.
Along a river-side, I know not where, 469.
Along the roadside, like the flowers of gold, 330.
Am I a king, that I should call my own, 255.
A mighty Hand, from an exhaustless Urn, 33.
A mist was driving down the British Channel, 156.
Among the thousands who with hail and cheer,
353.

And as the light divides the dark, 93.
And Ellen, when the gray-beard years, 59.
And how could you dream of meeting? 528.
And I behold once more, 58.

And now gentlemen, 589.

Andrew Rykman 's dead and gone, 307.
And what is so rare as a day in June? 453.
And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling
shower, 607.

A new commandment,' said the smiling Muse,

95.

Annie and Rhoda, sisters twain, 339.

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, 72.
A noiseless patient spider, 590.

An old man bending I come among new faces,
575.

An old man in a lodge within a park, 245.
Apollo looked up, hearing footsteps approaching,
441.

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As life runs on, the road grows strange, 524.
As one who long hath fled with panting breath,
253.

As sings the pine-tree in the wind, 95.

As sinks the sun behind yon alien hills, 508.
As sunbeams stream through liberal space, 67.
As the birds come in the spring, 257.

As the Greek's signal flame, by antique records
told, 607.

As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods, 574.
A subtle chain of countless rings, 87.

At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, 235.
At midnight, in the month of June, 43.
At morn-at noon at twilight dim, 45.
Atom from atom yawns as far, 91.

A train of gay and clouded days, 91.
At the last, tenderly, 595.

A vision as of crowded streets, 245.
A wind came up out of the sea, 212.
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! 355.
Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath!

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Bathed in war's perfume - delicate flag! 581.
Beat! beat! drums! - blow! bugles! blow! 572,
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, 55.
Because I was content with these poor fields, 86.
Behold the rocky wall, 376.

Beloved! amid the earnest woes, 46.
Beloved, in the noisy city here, 412.
Beneath the low-hung night cloud, 340.
Beneath the moonlight and the snow, 338.
Be of good cheer, brave spirit; steadfastly, 91.
Beside a stricken field I stood, 306.

Beside that milestone where the level sun, 346.
Beside the ungathered rice he lay, 113.
Between the dark and the daylight, 232.
Blessings on thee, little man, 291.
Blooms the laurel which belongs, 100.

Boon Nature yields each day a brag which we now
first behold, 94.

Bowing thyself in dust before a Book, 458.
Bring me my broken harp, he said, 396.
Build me straight, O worthy Master! 151.

Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint,
83.

Burly, dozing humble-bee, 63.

But Nature whistled with all her winds, 91.
But never yet the man was found, 90.
By a route obscure and lonely, 48.
By his evening fire the artist, 150.
By the bivouac's fitful flame, 572.

By the rude bridge that arched the flood, 63.

Champion of those who groan beneath, 260.
Coin the day-dawn into lines, 94.

Columbus stands in the night alone, and, passing
grave, 617.

Come, dear old comrade, you and I, 385.
Come forth! my catbird calls to me, 497.
Come, I will make the continent indissoluble, 561.
Come, let us plant the apple-tree, 22.
Come my tan-faced children, 569.
Come, said my soul, 602.

Come, spread your wings, as I spread mine, 363.
Come to me, O ye children! 150.

Come up from the fields, father, here's a letter
from our Pete, 573.

Conductor Bradley, always may his name, 340.

Daily the bending skies solicit man, 90.
Darest thou now O soul, 595.

Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, 87.
Day by day for her darlings to her much she added
more, 91.

Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the
way, 417.

Dear friends, who read the world aright, 283.
Dear Sir, Your letter come to han', 486.

Dear Wendell, why need count the years, 523.
Death, thou 'rt a cordial old and rare, 621.
Delicate cluster! flag of teeming life! 589.
Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me? 579.
Down 'mid the tangled roots of things, 496.
Down swept the chill wind from the mountain
peak, 455.

Ef I a song or two could make, 484.
Entranced I saw a vision in the cloud, 518.
Ere, in the northern gale, 11.

Ere pales in Heaven the morning star, 523.
Ere we Gomera cleared, a coward cried, 618.
Ever the poet from the land, 94.

Facing west from California's shores, 560.
Facts respecting an old arm-chair, 372.

Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers, 46.
Father of Mercies, Heavenly Friend, 379.
Flag of stars, thick-sprinkled bunting, 580.
Flag of the heroes who left us their glory, 379.
Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face! 553.
Flood-tide of the river, flow on, 553.
For Fancy's gift, 93.

Forgive, O Lord, our severing ways, 351.
For Nature, true and like in every place, 90.
For this true nobleness I seek in vain, 410.
For thought, and not praise, 93.

For weeks the clouds had raked the hills, 332.

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Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams
full-dazzling, 577.

Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and
woven, 622.

God makes sech nights, all white an' still, 472.
God sends his teachers unto every age, 415.
God's love and peace be with thee, where, 283.
Gone, gone, sold and gone, 263.
Good-bye my Fancy! 609.

Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home, 58.
Go, speed the stars of Thought, 93.
Go thou to thy learned task, 94.
Grandmother's mother: her age, I guess, 386.
Great men in the Senate sate, 99.

Great soul, thou sittest with me in my room, 411.
Great Truths are portions of the Soul of man, 411.
Guvener B. is a sensible man, 433.

Half of my life is gone, and I have let, 113.
Hark, some wild trumpeter, some strange musi-
cian, 596.

Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?
374.

Hast thou named all the birds without a gun? 73.
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay,
369.

Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard! 280.
Hear the sledges with the bells, 53.
He came to Florence long ago, 465.
He cometh not a king to reign, 325.
He is dead, the beautiful youth, 241.
He is dead, the sweet musician! 193.
Helen, thy beauty is to me, 41.

Here are old trees, tall oaks, and gnarled pines, 20.
Here, Forgive me, Apollo,' I cried, while I
pour,' 450.

Here is the place; right over the hill, 300.
Here lies the gentle humorist, who died, 252.
Here once my step was quickened, 466.
Here's Cooper, who's written six volumes to
show, 447.

Her fingers shame the ivory keys, 304.
Her hands are cold; her face is white, 377.
Her passions the shy violet, 95.

Hers all that earth could promise or bestow, 523.
He spoke of Burns: men rude and rough, 413.
He stood upon the world's broad threshold; wide,
414.

Him strong Genius urged to roam, 29.

His birthday. - Nay, we need not speak, 374.
His instant thought a poet spoke, 94.
His laurels fresh from song and lay, 347.
How beautiful it was, that one bright day, 239.
How cold are thy baths, Apollo! 256.

How dare one say it? 609.

How long will this harp which you once loved to
hear, 383.

How many have gone? was the question of old,

398.

How many lives, made beautiful and sweet, 242.
Ho! workers of the old time styled, 273.

How solemn ! sweeping this dense black tide, 686.
How strange are the freaks of memory! 498.
How strange the sculptures that adorn these
towers! 240.

Hush'd be the camps to-day, 585.

Hushed with broad sunlight lies the hill, 458.

I am not poor, but I am proud, 58.

I am not wiser for my age, 95.

I am owner of the sphere, 73.

I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of
the Soul, 537.

I ask not for those thoughts, that sudden leap,
411.

I believe that the copies of verses I've spun, 394.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, 533.

I do not count the hours I spend, 90.

I dream'd in a dream I saw a city invincible, 563.

I du believe in Freedom's cause, 435.

I dwelt alone, 51.

I enter, and I see thee in the gloom, 240.

If he be a nobler lover, take him! 528.

If I could put my woods in song, 100.

I framed his tongue to music, 93.

If the red slayer think he slays, 88.

If thought unlock her mysteries, 95.

I gazed upon the glorious sky, 14.

I had a little daughter, 429.

I have a fancy: how shall I bring it, 528.

I have read, in some old, marvellous tale, 106.

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,

560.

I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea, 89.
I heard that you asked for something to prove
this puzzle the New World, 604.

I heard the trailing garments of the Night, 105.
I heard the train's shrill whistle call, 290.

I hear it was charged against me that I sought
to destroy institutions, 562.

I heed not that my earthly lot, 41.

I know not what the future hath, 314.

I left my dreary page and sallied forth, 91.

I lift mine eyes, and all the windows blaze, 241.

I like a church; I like a cowl, 64.

Ill fits the abstemious Muse a crown to weave, 61.

I love the old melodious lays, 280.

I love to hear thine earnest voice, 356.

I love to start out arter night's begun, 473.

I marvel how mine eye, ranging the Night, 619.
Immortal Love, forever full, 325.

I mourn no more my vanished years, 301.
I myself, myself! behold me! 194.

In a far-away northern county in the placid pas-
toral region, 603.

In an age of fops and toys, 99.

In broad daylight, and at noon, 156.

In calm and cool and silence, once again, 285.
In clouds descending, in midnight sleep, 586.

I need no assurances, I am a man who is pre-
occupied of his own soul, 553.

I need not praise the sweetness of his song, 496.
In Heaven a spirit doth dwell, 41.
In many forms we try, 96.

In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, 61.
In midnight sleep of many a face of anguish, 586.
In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain,
629.

In o'er-strict calyx lingering, 619.

Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,
560.

In the ancient town of Bruges, 118.

In the deep heart of man a poet dwells, 96.

In the greenest of our valleys, 46.

In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know, 612.

In the long, sleepless watches of the night, 257.
In the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of
the Pilgrims, 213.

In the old days — a custom laid aside, 323.

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it so long ago? 375.

I said I stood upon thy grave, 291.

I saw him once before, 358.

I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing, 562.

I saw old General at bay, 573.

I saw thee once- once only-years ago, 52.

I saw thee on thy bridal day, 39.

I saw the twinkle of white feet, 428.

I see all human wits, 95.

I see amid the fields of Ayr, 256.

I see before me now a traveling army halting, 572.

I shot an arrow into the air, 120.

I sit in the early twilight, 31.

I spose you wonder ware I be; I can't tell, fer the
soul o' me, 436.

Is thy name Mary, maiden fair? 357.

I stood on the bridge at midnight, 119.

It don't seem hardly right, John, 478.
It fell in the ancient periods, 64.

I thought our love at full, but I did err, 430.
It is done! 312.

It is not what we say or sing, 384.

It is time to be old, 101.

It mounts athwart the windy hill, 499.

I treasure in secret some long, fine hair, 462.

It was a tall young oysterman lived by the river.
side, 355.

It was fifty years ago, 211.

It was late in mild October, and the long au-
tumnal rain, 278.

It was many and many a year ago, 56.
It was the schooner Hesperus, 107.

It was the season, when through all the land, 235.
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the
bracken lay, 623.

I understand the large hearts of heroes, 541.
I wait and watch; before my eyes, 305.

I wandered lonely where the pine-trees made,

347.

I was asking for something specific and perfect
for my city, 565.

I would the gift I offer here, 282.

I write my name as one, 350.

I wrote some lines once on a time, 356.

John Brown of Ossawatomie spake on his dying
day, 302.

Joy, shipmate, joy! 596.

Kind solace in a dying hour! 36.

Lay down the axe; fling by the spade, 24.
Let greener lands and bluer skies, 359.
Let me go where'er I will, 96.

Lift again the stately emblem on the Bay State's
rusted shield, 275.

Ligeia! Ligeia! 40.

Listen, my children, and you shall hear, 233.
Little I ask; my wants are few, 371.

Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,
61.

Long I followed happy guides, 84.

Long, too long America, 578.

Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, 616.

Look out! Look out, boys! Clear the track! 405.
Lord of all being! throned afar, 377.
Lo! 't is a gala night, 47.

Love, 91.

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No Berserk thirst of blood had they, 345.
No fate, save by the victim's fault, is low, 91.
No more these simple flowers belong, 287.
Not as all other women are, 410.
Not in the solitude, 17.

Not in the world of light alone, 369.

Not the pilot has charged himself, 587.

Not to exclude or demarcate, or pick out evils,
609.

Not unto us who did but seek, 313.

Not without envy Wealth at times must look, 346.
Now speaks mine other heart with cheerier seem-
ing, 618.

Now Time throws off his cloak again, 103.

O Cæsar, we who are about to die, 248.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
581.

O'er all the hill-tops, 149.

O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched hands,

292.

O even-handed Nature! we confess, 382.

O fairest of the rural maids! 9.

Of all the rides since the birth of time, 296.

O Friends! with whom my feet have trod, 314.
Often I think of the beautiful town, 210.

Of that blithe throat of thine from arctic bleak
and blank, 606.

Oft have I seen at some cathedral door, 240.
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart, 7.
Oh for one hour of youthful joy! 366.

Oh, slow to smite and swift to spare, 31.
Oh what is Heaven but the fellowship, 92.

O lady fair, these silks of mine are beautiful and
rare, 259.

O little feet! that such long years, 239.

O lonely bay of Trinity, 301.

O Love Divine, that stooped to share, 377.

O Love! O Life! Our faith and sight, 326.

O magnet-South! O glistening perfumed South!
my South! 565.

O moonlight deep and tender, 412.

O Mother Earth! upon thy lap, 260.

O mother of a mighty race, 21.

Onaway! Awake, beloved! 184.

On bravely through the sunshine and the show-
ers! 92.

Once git a smell o' musk into a draw, 480.
Once it smiled a silent dell, 44.

Once more, O all-adjusting Death! 352.
Once more on yonder laurelled height, 304.
Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands, 20.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered,
weak and weary, 48.

One broad, white sail in Spezzia's treacherous
bay, 364.

One of your old-world stories, Uncle John, 24.
One's-self I sing, a simple separate person, 587.
On prince or bride no diamond stone, 95.
On sunny slope and beechen swell, 103.
On the beach at night, 590.
On the isle of Penikese, 342.

On woodlands ruddy with autumn, 30.
Opening one day a book of mine, 528.

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