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,
386.

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,
433.

Sleep is Death's image, - poets tell us so, 400.
So dreamy-soft the notes, so far away, 406.
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,

439.

Swiftly the politic goes: is it dark? -he bor-
rows a lantern, 432.

Thank God, he saw you last in pomp of May,

384.

Thanks to the artist, ever on my wall, 387.
That's a rather bold speech, my Lord Bacon,
409.

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,
374.

The fire is burning clear and blithely, 319.
The hope of Truth grows stronger, day by day,

22.

The little gate was reached at last, 308.

The love of all things springs from love of one,
23.

The Maple puts her corals on in May, 405.
The misspelt scrawl, upon the wall, 430.
The moon shines white and silent, 15.
The New World's sons, from England's breasts
we drew, 432.

The next whose fortune 't was a tale to tell, 412.
The night is dark, the stinging sleet, 14.

The old Chief, feeling now wellnigh his end, 53.
The path from me to you that led, 398.
The pipe came safe, and welcome too, 383.
The rich man's son inherits lands, 15.

These rugged, wintry days I scarce could bear,
24.

They pass me by like shadows, crowds on
crowds, 24.

Thick-rushing, like an ocean vast, 10.

This is the midnight of the century, ―hark!
295.

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,
436.

Though old the thought and oft exprest, 295.
Thrash away, you'll hev to rattle, 181.
Through suffering and sorrow thou hast passed,

19.

Thy love thou sentest oft to me, 75.
Thy voice is like a fountain, 8.

'T is a woodland enchanted! 316.

To those who died for her on land and sea,
432.

True as the sun's own work, but more refined,
385.

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
spent, 406.

"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
stone, 90.

What mean these banners spread, 407.

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,
405.

Whither? Albeit I follow fast, 347.
Who cometh over the hills, 361.
Who does his duty is a question, 387.

Who hath not been a poet? Who hath not,
298.

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.

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.
Dara, 291.

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.

In Absence, 24.

In an Album, 430.

In the Half-Way House, 426.

In the Twilight, 332.

Incident in a Railroad Car, An, 45.

Incident of the Fire at Hamburg, An, 59.
Indian-Summer Reverie, An, 68.
Inscriptions, 432.

For a Bell at Cornell University.

For a Memorial Window to Sir Walter Ra-
leigh, set up in St. Margaret's, Westmin-
ster, by American Contributors.

Proposed for a Soldiers' and Sailors' Monu-
ment in Boston.

International Copyright, 433.

Interview with Miles Standish, An, 80.

Inveraray, On Planting a Tree at, 387.
Invita Minerva, 315.

Invitation, An, 300.
Irené, 4.

Jonathan to John, 238.

Keats, To the Spirit of, 20.
Kettelopotomachia, 269.
Kossuth, 100.

Lamartine, To, 101.
Landlord, The, 61.
LAST POEMS, 433.

Latest Views of Mr. Biglow, 265.
Leaving the Matter open, 176.

Legend of Brittany, A, 28.

L'ENVOI (To the Muse), 347.

L'Envoi (Whether my heart hath wiser grown
or not), 25.
Lesson, The, 410.

Letter, A, from a candidate for the presidency
in answer to suttin questions proposed by Mr.
Hosea Biglow, inclosed in a note from Mr.
Biglow to S. H. Gay, Esq., editor of the Na-
tional Anti-Slavery Standard, 203.

Letter, A, from Mr. Ezekiel Biglow of Jaalam
to the Hon. Joseph T. Buckingham, editor of
the Boston Courier, inclosing a poem of his
son, Mr. Hosea Biglow, 181.

Letter, A, from Mr. Hosea Biglow to the Hon.
J. T. Buckingham, editor of the Boston Cou-
rier, covering a letter from Mr. B. Sawin,
private in the Massachusetts Regiment, 183.
Letter, A Second, from B. Sawin, Esq., 206.
Letter, A Third, from B. Sawin, Esq., 212.
LETTER FROM BOSTON, 111.

Lines (suggested by the Graves of Two English
Soldiers on Concord Battle-Ground), 96.
Longing, 91.

Love, 8.

Mason and Slidell: a Yankee Idyll, 228.

Memoriæ Positum, 337.

MEMORIAL VERSES, 100.

Message of Jeff Davis in Secret Session, A, 248.
Midnight, 15.

Miner, The, 325.

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, 28.

Misconception, A, 432.

Miss D. T., To, 387.

Monna Lisa, 400.

Mood, A, 310.
Moon, The, 9.
My Love, 6.

My Portrait Gallery, 403.

Nest, The, 397.

New-Year's Eve, 1850, 295.
New Year's Greeting, A, 410.

Nightingale in the Study, The, 331.
Nightwatches, 405.

Nobler Lover, The, 438.

Nomades, The, 301.

Norton, Charles Eliot, To, 285.

duction of the Cochituate Water into the
City of Boston), 96.

Omar Khayyám, In a Copy of, 382.
On a Bust of General Grant, 439.

On a Portrait of Dante by Giotto, 87.

On an Autumn Sketch of H. G. Wild, 387.

On being asked for an Autograph in Venice, 404.
On Board the '76, 339.

On burning some Old Letters, 401.

On hearing a Sonata of Beethoven's played in
the Next Room, 438.

On planting a Tree at Inveraray, 387.

On reading Wordsworth's Sonnets in Defence
of Capital Punishment, 22.

On receiving a Copy of Mr. Austin Dobson's
"Old World Idylls," 382.

On the Capture of Fugitive Slaves near Wash-
ington, 82.

On the Death of a Friend's Child, 87.

On the Death of Charles Turner Torrey, 104.
Optimist, The, 400.

Oracle of the Goldfishes, How I consulted the,
433.

ORIENTAL APOLOGUE, AN, 161.

Origin of Didactic Poetry, The, 421.

Palfrey, John Gorham, To, 101.
Palinode, 308.

Paolo to Francesca, 403.

Parable, A (An ass munched thistles, while a
nightingale), 432.

Parable, A (Said Christ our Lord, I will go
and see), 95.

Parable, A (Worn and footsore was the Prophet),

Sayings, 432.
Scherzo, 408.

Science and Poetry, 410.
Scottish Border, 404.
Search, The, 66,
Seaweed, 294.
Secret, The, 411.
Self-Study, 302.
Serenade, 5.

She came and went, 89.

Shepherd of King Admetus, The, 44.
Si descendero in Infernum, ades, 63.
Singing Leaves, The, 293.
Sirens, The, 2.

Sixty-Eighth Birthday, 433.

Song (O moonlight deep and tender), 19.
Song (to M. L.), 10.

Song (Violet! sweet violet!), 17.
SONNETS.

Bankside, 383.

'Beloved, in the noisy city here," 22.
Bon Voyage! 386.

Brakes, The, 406.

Dancing Bear, The, 404.

Death of Queen Mercedes, 405.

E. G. de R., 386.

Eye's Treasury, The, 406.

"For this true nobleness I seek in vain," 20.
Foreboding, A, 407.

Great truths are portions of the soul of
man," 20.

"I ask not for those thoughts, that sudden
leap," 21.

"I cannot think that thou shouldst pass
away," 21.

"I grieve not that ripe knowledge takes
away," 25.

"I thought our love at full, but I did err,"

25.

"I would not have this perfect love of
ours," 20.

In Absence, 24.

Maple, The, 405.

'My Love, I have no fear that thou shouldst
die," 21.

Nightwatches, 405.

On an Autumn Sketch of H. G. Wild, 387.
On being asked for an Autograph in Venice,
404.

On reading Wordsworth's Sonnets in Defence
of Capital Punishment, 22.

"Our love is not a fading, earthly flower," 24.
Paolo to Francesca, 403.

Pessimoptimism, 406.
Phillips, Wendell, 24.
Prison of Cervantes, 405.
Scottish Border, 404.
Street, The, 24.

Sub Pondere crescit, 22.

"There never yet was flower fair in vain," 21.
To A. C. L., 19.

To a Friend, 385.

To a Lady playing on the Cithern, 406.

To Fanny Alexander, 385.

To J. R. Giddings, 25.

To M. O. S., 23.

To M. W., on her Birthday, 21.