I du believe in Freedom's cause, 192. I grieve not that ripe knowledge takes away, 25. I had a little daughter. 90. I have a fancy: how shall I bring it, 476. I hed it on my min' las' time, when I to write I know a falcon, swift and peerless, 48. I love to start out arter niglit 's begun, 246. I need not praise the sweetness of his song, I rise, Mr. Chairman, as both of us know, 496. I sat and watched the walls of night, 474. I sat one evening in my room, 81. I saw a Sower walking slow, 61. I saw the twinkle of white feet, 66. I sent you a message, my friens, t' other day, 263. I spose you recollect thet I explained my gennle I spose you wonder ware I be; I can't tell, fer I swam with undulation soft, 383. I thank ye, my frien's, for the warmth o' your I thought our love at full, but I did err, 25. I was with thee in Heaven: I cannot tell, 468. I watched a moorland torrent run, 475. I went to seek for Christ, 66. I would more natures were like thine, 10. I would not have this perfect love of ours, 20. In life's small things be resolute and great, 498. In town I hear, scarce wakened yet, 466. In vain we call old notions fudge, 499. It is a mere wild rosebud, 44. It don't seem hardly right, John, 252. It mounts athwart the windy hill, 390. It was past the hour of trysting, 79. It's some consid ble of a speil sence I hain't Leaves fit to have been poor Juliet's cradle- Let others wonder what fair face, 504. Never, surely, was holier man, 78. New England's poet, rich in love as years, 450. Nor deem he lived unto himself alone, 448. Now Biörn, the son of Heriulf, had ill days, 368 O days endeared to every Muse, 488. O dwellers in the valley-land, 79. O Land of Promise! from what Pisgah's height, O moonlight deep and tender, 19. O, wandering dim on the extremest edge, 63. Oft round my hall of portraiture I gaze, 468. Old events have modern meanings: only that Old Friend, farewell! Your kindly door again, On this wild waste, where never blossom came, Once git a smell o' musk into a draw, 274. Once hardly in a cycle blossometh, 22. One after one the stars have risen and set, 38. Phoebus, sitting one day in a laurel-tree's shade, Said Christ our Lord, "I will go and see," 96. She gave me all that woman can, 465. Look on who will in apathy, and stifle they who Ship, blest to bear such freight across the blue, Maiden, when such a soul as thine is born, 21. Men whose boast it is that ye, 56. My coachman, in the moonlight there, 355. My day began not till the twilight fell, 456. My heart, I cannot still it, 474. My Love, I have no fear that thou shouldst die, 21. My name is Water: I have sped, 96. My soul was like the sea, 9. My worthy friend, A. Gordon Knott, 323. 450. Shy soul and stalwart, man of patient will, 448. Sisters two, all praise to you, 61. Skilled to pull wires, he baffles Nature's hope, Stood the tall Archangel weighing, 503. Swiftly the politic goes: is it dark?-he bor- Thank God, he saw you last in pomp of May, 447. Thanks to the artist, ever on my wall, 450. The Bardling came where by a river grew, 373. The electric nerve, whose instantaneous thrill, The fire is burning clear and blithely, 376. 22. The little gate was reached at last, 366. The love of all things springs from love of one, 22. The Maple puts her corals on in May, 469. The New World's sons, from England's breasts The next whose fortune 't was a tale to tell, The night is dark, the stinging sleet, 14. True as the sun's own work, but more refined, 449. True Love is a humble, low-born thing, 7. Unconscious as the sunshine, simply sweet, 448. Violet sweet violet! 17. Wait a little: do we not wait? 382. What boot your houses and your lands? 62. "What fairings will ye that I bring?" 351. What hath Love with Thought to do, 504. The old Chief, feeling now wellnigh his end, 54. What mean these banners spread, 472. The path from me to you that led, 463. The wind is roistering out of doors, 343. These rugged, wintry days I scarce could bear, "What means this glory round our feet," 467. 19. What were the whole void world, if thou wert When a deed is done for Freedom, through the When oaken woods with buds are pink, 462. Whether my heart hath wiser grown or not, 25. While the slow clock, as they were miser's gold, Whither? Albeit I follow fast, 404. Who hath not been a poet? Who hath not, Why should I seek her spell to decompose, 449 Worn and footsore was the Prophet, 18. Ye little think what toil it was to build, 470. Zekle crep' up, quite unbeknown, 160. Beggar, The, 5. Bibliolatres, 99. E. G. de R., 449. Eleanor makes Macaroons, 472. Biglow, Mr. Hosea, to the Editor of the Atlan- Elegy on the Death of Dr. Channing, 104. tic Monthly, 289. Biglow, Mr., Latest Views of, 279. BIGLOW PAPERS, THE, 155. Ember Picture, An, 387. Biglow's, Mr. Hosea, Speech in March Meeting, Epistle to George William Curtis, An, 451. 291. Estrangement, 463. FABLE FOR CRITICS, A, 113. Familiar Epistle to a Friend, A. 38. Fatherland, The, 13. Festina Lente, 262. Finding of the Lyre, The, 352. First Snow-Fall, The 350. Fitz Adam's Story, 477 Flying Dutchman, The, 488. Foot-Path, The, 390. For an Autograph, 353. Capture of Fugitive Slaves near Washington, Foreboding, A, 471. Forlorn, The, 14. Fountain, The, 10. Fountain of Youth, The, 373. Fourth of July, 1876, An Ode for the, 430. Fragments of an Unfinished Poem, 337. France, Ode to, 92. Franciscus de Verulamio sic cogitavit," 47% Future, To the, 65. Hunger and Cold, 61. In a Copy of Omar Khayyám, 446. In Absence, 24. In an Album, 495. In the Half-Way House, 492. In the Twilight, 389. Incident in a Railroad Car, An, 44. Incident of the Fire at IIamburg, An, 60. For a Bell at Cornell University. For a Memorial Window to Sir Walter Ra- Proposed for a Soldiers' and Sailors' Monu- International Copyright, 499. Interview with Miles Standish, An, 81. Inveraray, On planting a Tree at, 451, Jonathan to John, 252. Keats, To the Spirit of, 20. Kettelopotomachia, 283. Lamartine, To, 101. Landlord, The, 62. Latest Views of Mr. Biglow, 279. Leaving the Matter open, 168. Legend of Brittany, A, 27. L'Envoi (To the Muse), 404. L'Envoi (Whether my heart hath wiser grown Lesson, The, 474. Letter, A, from a candidate for the presidency Letter, A, from Mr. Hosea Biglow to the Hon. Ode (written for the Celebration of the Intro- Omar Khayyám, In a Copy of, 446. On a Bust of General Grant, 506. On a Portrait of Dante by Giotto, 87. On an Autumn Sketch of II. G. Wild, 450. On being asked for an Autograph in Venice, 468. On Board the '76, 397. On burning some Old Letters, 465. On hearing a Sonata of Beethoven's played in On planting a Tree at Inveraray, 451. On reading Wordsworth's Sonnets in Defence On receiving a 'opy of Mr. Austin Dobson's On the Capture of Fugitive Slaves near Wash. On the Death of a Friend's Child, 87. Oriental Apologue, An, 332. Palfrey, John G., To, 102. To a Lady playing on the Cithern, 470. To a Pine-Tree, 63. To C. F. Bradford, 446. To Charles Eliot Norton, 343. To H. W. L., 388. To Holmes, 445. To J. R. Giddings, 25. To John G. Palfrey, 102. To Lamartine, 101. To M. O. S., 22. To M. W., on her Birthday, 21. To Miss D. T., 450. To Mr. John Bartlett, 380. To Perdita, singing, 8. To the Dandelion, 83. To the Future, 65. To the Memory of Hood. 106. To the Past, 64. To the Spirit of Keats, 20. To W. L. Garrison, 103. To Whittier, 450. Token, The, 44. Torrey, C. T., On the Death of, 104. Turner's Old Téméraire, 502. Two Gunners, The, 168. Two Scenes from the Life of Blondel, 394. Under the October Maples, 472. 29470-3 ་ |