"God bless the man who first invented sleep!" 102 God, we don't like to complain, 339 Gone are the three, those sisters rare, 330 Good-bye My Fancy, 139 Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home, 45 Go, Rose, and in her golden hair, 254 Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal, 272 Go 'way, fiddle! folks is tired o' hearin' you a-squakin', 238 Grow, grow, thou little tree, 303 Guvener B. is a sensible man, 107 Hail, Columbia! happy land, 8 H Half artist and half anchorite, 296 Hans Breitmann gife a barty, 150 Hast thou named all the birds without a gun, 40 Hath not the dark stream closed above thy head, 241 Have you been with the King to Rome, 296 Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, 93 Heart, we will forget him, 174 He bore the brunt of it so long, 373 Helen, thy beauty is to me, 80 He plays the deuce with my writing time, 270 Here is the place where Loveliness keeps house, 265 He sang above the vineyards of the world, 283 He understood what it is that we are trying to work out, 293 His footprints have failed us, 204 Hog Butcher for the World, 308 How can it be that I forget, 266 How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, 14 How falls it, oriole, thou hast come to fly, 221 How have I labored, 335 How many humble hearts have dipped, 358 Hush, true Love, as we sit and think, 281 I I am fevered with the sunset, 262 I am in love with high far-seeing places, 330 I burn no incense, hang no wreath, 34 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, 115 If I shall ever win the home in heaven, 141 If I should live in a forest, 345 If Jesus Christ is a man, 215 I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying, 340 If thy sad heart, pining for human love, 46 If with light head erect I sing, 103 I have a rendezvous with Death, 351 I have been temperate always, 288 I have known love and hate and work and fight, 324 I have shut my little sister in from life and light, 312 I have two friends-two glorious friends-two better could I heard the trailing garments of the night, 48 I lay in silence, dead. A woman came, 213 I lay on Delos of the Cyclades, 220 I lift this sumach-bough with crimson flare, 184 I like a church, I like a cowl, 35 I'll be an otter, and I'll let you swim, 321 I looked one night, and there Semiramis, 233 I love the old melodious lays, 66 I made the cross myself whose weight, 266 In an old book at even as I read, 303 I never saw a moor, 174 I never saw a Purple Cow, 267 In Heaven a spirit doth dwell, 86 In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, 39 In the cold I will rise, I will bathe, 306 In the long, sleepless watches of the night, 66 Into the noiseless country Annie went, 145 Into the Silent Land, 57 I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James, 199 I saw him once before, 90 I saw the Conquerors riding by, 325 I saw the first pear, 343 I see them,-crowd on crowd they walk the earth, 101 I served in a great cause, 252 I shot an arrow into the air, 56 I stooped to the silent earth and lifted a handful of her dust, I think that I shall never see, 343 It is night-time; all the waters round me, 313 I, too, have heard strange whispers, seen, 307 I walked beside the evening sea, 150 I will be the gladdest thing, 359 I wish I was in de land ob cotton, 97 I would that all men my case would know, 246 I would unto my fair restore, 257 I wrote some lines once on a time, 92 J John Brown of Ossawatomie spake on his dying day, 76 Just lost when I was saved, 173 Just where the Treasury's marble front, 180 L Lady, there is a hope that all men have, 104 Laugh, and the world laughs with you, 245 Let Joy keep you, 310 Let me come in where you sit weeping,-ay, 237 Let us go, then, you and I, 351 Liar and bragger, 364 Light of dim mornings: shield from heat and cold, 150 Listen, children, 360 Lo! Death has reared himself a throne, 85 Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow, 332 M Many are the wand-bearers, 242 Maud Muller on a summer's day, 71 Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, 19 Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord, 114 Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn, 273 Morn offers him her flasked light, 334 Most men know love but as a part of life, 170 Music I heard with you was more than music, 357 My Amaryllis Was Not Made, 374 My body, eh? Friend Death, how now, 175 My country, 'tis of thee, 80 My brigantine, 16 My debt to you, Belovèd, 371 My heart has fed today, 334 My life closed twice before its close, 173 My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree, 297 My prow is tending toward the west, 187 My son, thou wast my heart's delight, 12 My soul to-day, 147 My true love from her pillow rose, 322 Never the nightingale, 305 N No fawn-tinged hospital pajamas could cheat him of his Aus- Not in the world of light alone, 95 Not unto the forest-not unto the forest, O my lover, 311 Now God be thanked that roads are long and wide, 333 O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, 130 Often I think of the beautiful town, 61 Oh, come again to Astolat, 359 Oh, grieve not, Ladies, if at night, 284 Oh, leave me to my own, 356 Oh, to be breathing and hearing and feeling and seeing, 319 O joy of creation, 201 Old Grimes is dead; that good old man, 32 Old wine to drink, 99 On and on, 320 Once I saw mountains angry, 278 Once the head is gray, 157 Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, 81 One's-self I sing, a simple separate person, 114 On our lone pathway bloomed no earthly hopes, 46 Order is a lovely thing, 285 O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, 11 O to make the most jubilant song, 126 Our share of night to bear, 172 Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass, 206 Out of the dusk a shadow, 217 Out of the hills of Habersham, 212 Out of the old house, Nancy-moved up into the new, 218 O white and midnight sky! O starry bath, 214 P Pan is not dead, but sleeping in the brake, 374 Poppies paramour the girls, 373 Prithee, strive not to remember, 325 Put every tiny robe away, 162 R Rocked in the cradle of the deep, 15 S Santa Ana came storming, as a storm might come, 205 Say there! P'r'aps, 200 Seal thou the window! Yea, shut out the light, 250 See, from this counterfeit of him, 143 See! I give myself to you, Beloved, 288 Seen you down at chu'ch las' night, 280 Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden, 263 She was so frail, my little one, 279 Should chance strike out of me some human heat, 308 Should you ask me, whence these stories, 59 Since I heard them speak of her great shame, 342 So endlessly the gray-lipped sea, 328 under the stone, 316 |