INDEX TO FIRST LINES PAGE A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink 308 A blend of mirth and sadness, smiles and tears 4.01 And in the frosty season, when the sun As he crawled from the tombs of the fallen As I was walking all alane 179 187 373 240 . As one, at midnight, wakened by the call 456 As o'er the cold sepulchral stone 357 As to democracy, fellow citizens 4.67 As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods 378 At midnight, in the month of June 389 Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Believe me, if all those endearing young charms Breathes there the man, with soul so dead 15 125 90 56 213 PAGE Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace 276 Dark, dark lay the drifters against the red West 479 Down Bye Street, in a little Shropshire town 217 37 Earth has not anything to show more fair Fair Harvard! thy sons to thy jubilee throng 39 296 Farewell, Romance! the Cave-men said 449 Fear death?-to feel the fog in my throat 146 412 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes 31 118 For metaphors of man we search the skies 410 112 Had I plenty of money, money enough and to spare Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings 36 PAGE Hog-Butcher for the World How do I love thee? Let me count the ways I heard the trailing garments of the Night 127 412 I love my little gowns I met a traveller from an antique land 281 I never saw a Purple Cow I never see the red rose crown the year I saw him once before 340 289 175 328 I see in you the estuary that enlarges I think that I shall never see I take no shame that still I sing the Rose I wandered lonely as a cloud 359 I strove with none, for none was worth my strife 354 422 459 86 I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged pile I went a-riding, a-riding I went to turn the grass once after one I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree I wish I were where Helen lies I would be the Lyric If I can bear your love like a lamp before me 368 In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland 142 In after days when grasses high 305 In fair Provence, the land of lute and rose 314 It little profits that an idle king It was the voice of the flowers on the West Wind Jenny kissed me when we met Jesse James was a lad that killed a-many a man John Brown's body lies a-mould'ring in the grave Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Last night, among his fellow roughs PAGE 475 326 183 335 442 170 357 244 55 46 157 360 165 94 41 286 437 398 Life is a jest, and all things show it 350 Lo with the ancient Lords, knights, and 'squires, the numerous band Love comes back to his vacant dwelling Lydia, why do you ruin by lavishing 443 334 306 327 Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord Not here! the white North has thy bones; and thou 349 455 Now the stone house on the lake front is finished 384 Now they are gone with all their songs and sins 288 O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done PAGE 402 287 O talk not to me of a name great in story O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms O where ha'e ye been, Lord Randal, my son? 139 257 239 Of all the rides since the birth of time O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being 223 353 259 215 Oft have I seen at some cathedral door 287 426 Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light 4.2 4.03 395 Oh! young Lochinvar is come out of the west Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned "Scorn not the sonnet," though its strength be sapped Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled Send but a song oversea for us 299 71 110 108 113 352 309 292 348 120 375 160 272 She dwelt among the untrodden ways 393 She oped the portal of the palace 312 Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part 277 Sleep softly. . . eagle forgotten. . . under the stone 464 122 |