Rhymes and writers of our day, 293.

Rich is the music of sweet instruments, 387.
Rock's the song-soil, truly, 215.

Rose of the world, 189.

Rose-dark the solemn sunset, 234.

Said the Poet unto the Seer, 41.

Shade of our greatest, O look down to-day! 163.
She lives in light, not shadow, 278.

She saw the bayonets flashing in the sun, 114.
Silent, silent are the unreturning! 235.
Since ancient Time began, 208.

Sir Knight, thou lovest not, 305.
Slowly to the day the rose, 361.

So fair, so pure my lady as she doth go, 134.
So fierce the buffets of untimely fate, 339.
Some element from nature seems withdrawn, 351.
Some from books resound their rhymes, 226.
Something missing from the garden? 434.
Something there is in Death not all unkind, 136.
Souls live for whom the illimitable sands, 299.
Sow thou sorrow and thou shalt reap it, 174.
Speed, speed, speed, 261.

Star-dust and vaporous light, 244.

Stay as the tree —— go as the wind, 307.

Straight soars to heaven the white magnificence, 342.
Strolling toward Shottery on one showery day, 291.
Such pictures of the heavens were never seen, 368.
Summer's rain and winter's snow, 33.

Sweet dignity and tenderness and grace, 453.
Sweet Grecian girl who on the sunbright wall, 156.
Sweet mouth, dark eyes, deep heart, 149.

Sweet rose that bloomed on the red field of war, 125.
Sweetness and strength, high tragedy and mirth, 451.

Tell me what is this innumerable throng, 49.

Tell you the news, 288.

That I should love thee seemeth meet and wise, 30.

The Angel of Life stood forth on the threshold of Birth, 379.

The birds were singing, the skies were gay, 21.

The bright sun has been hid so long, 291.

The cloud was thick that hid the sun from sight, 11.

The clouds upon the mountains rest, 327.

The critic scanned the poet's book, 344.

The day began as other days begin, 380.

The days were cold, and clouded. On a day, 399.

The evening star trembles and hides from him, 67.

The garden still is green, 436.

The gray walls of the garden, 431.

The leaves are dark and large, Love, 154.

The man of brains, of fair repute, and birth, 303.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

The marble pool, like the great sea, hath moods, 432.
The mountain that the morn doth kiss, 60.

The night was black and drear, 99.

The night was dark, tho' sometimes a faint star, 3.
The North Star draws the hero; he abides, 268.

The pallid watcher of the eastern skies, 12.
The poet died last night, 136.

The poet from his own sorrow, 169.

The poet's day is different from another, 253.
The poets silent and the poets fled? 451.

The purple of the summer fields, the dark, 150.
The secret he has learned it, 380.

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The sky is dark, and dark the bay below, 92.
The smile of her I love is like the dawn, 25.

The speech that day doth utter, and the night, 61.

The spirit of adventure is, 316.

The sun rose swift and sent a golden gleam, 6.

The White Czar's people cry, 164.

The wind from out the west is blowing, 89.

The winding path, 455.

The window's white, the candle's red, 149.

The winds of morning move and sing, 89.

The years are angels that bring down from Heaven, 153.

There are four sisters known to mortals well, 120.

There are more poets than the rhyming race, 453.

There at the chasm's edge behold her lean, 215.

There is nothing new under the sun, 10.

There was a field green and fragrant with grass, 7.

These are the sounds that I heard at the home in "The Pines," 348.

They said, "God made him," ah, the clean, great God! 400.

They said that all the troubadours had flown, 135-

They who love the poets, 421.

This actor in great Shakespeare's shadow moved, 394.

This bronze doth keep the very form and mold, 117.

This day, a strange and beautiful word was spoken, 275.
This day I heard such music that I thought, 128.
This day I read in the sad scholar's page, 269.

This hour my heart went forth, as in old days, 264.
This is an island of the golden Past, 245.

This is her picture painted ere mine eyes, 6.

This is my creed, 168.

This is not Death, nor Sorrow, nor sad Hope, 209.

This is the earth he walked on; not alone, 53.

This is the end of the town that I love the best, 219.

This is the eternal mystery of art, 388.

This is the flower of thought, 124.

This is the house she was born in, full four-score years ago, 101.

This man loved Lincoln, him did Lincoln love, 310.

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This night the enchanting musicians rendered a trio of Beethoven, 330.

This night, when I blew out my candle flame, 419.

This timeless river - oldest of all time, 340.

This watery vague how vast! This misty globe, 219.
Tho' summer days are all too fleet, 260.

Thou art not fit to die? Why not? 173.

Thou art so used, Love, to thine own bird's song, 17.
Thou Christ, my soul is hurt and bruised! 245-
Thou grim and haggard wanderer, who dost look. 54.
Thou thinkest thou hast lived, 338.

Thou who lov'st and art forsaken, 106.

Thou who wouldst serve thy country and thy kind, 400.
Three blossoms in a happy garden grow, 435.

Three messengers to me from heaven came, 61.

Thrice is sweet music sweet when every word, 346.

Through all the cunning ages, 272.

Through love to light! O, wonderful the way, 38.

Through starry space two angels dreamed their flight, 224.
Through the garden sunset-window, 431.

Thunder in the north sky, 148.

Thus did he speak, thus was he comforted, 336.

Thy lover, Love, would have some nobler way, 16.

Thy mind is like a crystal brook, 229.

"T is night upon the lake. Our bed of boughs, 59.
"T is twelve o' the clock, 146.

To-day I saw the picture of a man, 5.

To-night the music doth a burden bear, 150.
To rest from weary work one day of seven, 55-

To see the rose of morning slow unfold, 229.
To send fit thanks, I would I had the art, 350.
To the ancient races of, 318.

To Thee, Eternal Soul, be praise! 374.

Too much of praise for the quick, pitiless blow! 271.
Too soon? But heroes always die too soon! 453.
Touch not with dark regret his perfect fame, 135.
True love to liberty is never foe, 372.

'T was in the year when mutterings, loud and deep, 111.
"T was said: When roll of drum and battle's roar, 450.
"T was Sunday evening as I wandered down, 140.
Two heroes do the world's insistent work, 339.
Two men on thrones, or crouched behind, 301.
Two streams of music beat upon my heart, 452.
Two travelers met upon a plain, 26.

Ungenerous! 353.

Was ever music lovelier than to-night? 386.

Watchman! What seest thou in the New Dawn? 422.
We are alike, and yet, O strange and sweet! 30.

We have come nearer, friend! 439.

We met upon the crowded way, 96.

Wed, thou, with sweet and silent Death, 421.

Were true hearts bells, all breezes would be bringing, 346.
What can love do for thee, Love? 25.

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What do you know of me, my gentlest one! 338.
What domes and pinnacles of mist and fire, 228.
What is a sonnet? T is the pearly shell, 134.

What is her playing like? 118.

What is her playing like? 119.

What makes the garden grow, 456.

What shall we name it, 311.

What strange, fond trick is this mine eyes are playing! 261.
What, then, is Life

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what Death? 181.

What, then, shall make these songs of mine more real, 381.
What think you of the Table Round, 433.

What tragic loss! but, O, what gain sublime, 453.

What would I save thee from, dear heart, dear heart? 13.
What would I win thee to? dear heart and true! 13.
When at life's last the stricken player lies, 212.

When Christ cried: "It is done!" 176.

When fell the first great sorrow of my life, 454.
When fell, to-day, the word that she had gone, 331.
When from this mortal scene, 207.

When I am dead and buried, then, 80.
When I was a child joyfully I ran, 375.

When in the golden western summer skies, 69.

"When in the morning you wake,” 443.

When in the starry gloom, 50.

When late I heard the trembling 'cello play, 257.

When late in summer the streams run yellow, 81.

When love dawned on that world which is my mind, 62.

When on that joyful sea, 19.

When on thy bed of pain thou layest low, 157.

When shall true love be love without alloy, 9.

When some new thought of love in me is born, 18.

When that great shade into the silence vast, 206.

When the girls come, 441.

When the great organs, answering each to each, 211.

When the last doubt is doubted, 28.

When the last movement fell, I thought: Ah, me! 388.

When the true poet comes, how shall we know him? 132.

When the war fleet puts to sea, 446.

When to sleep I must, 66.

When with their country's anger, 273.

Where led the bright and blameless plume, 302.

While joy-bells are ringing, 279.

While others hedged, or silent lay, 304.

White, pillared neck; a brow to make men quake, 170.

Who are the men that good men most despise? 269.

Who builds the state? Not he whose power, 342.

Winds to the silent morn, 234.

Wise Rembrandt! thou couldst paint, and thou alone, 244.
With wild surprise, 126.

Within the second dolorous circle where, 26.

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Without intent, I find a book I've writ, 382.
Would the gods might give, 230.

Ye living soldiers of the mighty war, 115.
Years have flown since I knew thee first, 32.
Yes, I have heard the nightingale, 233.
Yes, 't is a glorious sight, 218.

Yesterday, when we were friends, 153.
Your pretty book doth please me, 125.