I du believe in Freedom's cause, 192.
I go to the ridge in the forest, 368.

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
ye started, 256.

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,
388.

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
views, 203.

I spose you wonder ware I be; I can't tell, fer
the soul o' me, 198.

I swam with undulation soft, 383.

I thank ye, my frien's, for the warmth o' your
greetin', 269.

I thought our love at full, but I did err, 25.
I treasure in secret some long, fine hair, 365.
I, walking the familiar street, 461.

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.
If he be a nobler lover, take him, 504.
If I let fall a word of bitter mirth, 420.
If I were the rose at your window, 499.
In a small chamber, friendless and unseen, 103.
In good old times, which means, you know, 505.
In his tower sat the poet, 16.

In life's small things be resolute and great, 498.
In the old days of awe and keen-eyed wonder,
11.

In town I hear, scarce wakened yet, 466.

In vain we call old notions fudge, 499.
Into the sunshine, 10.

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
writ no letters, 287.

Leaves fit to have been poor Juliet's cradle-
rhyme, 451.

Let others wonder what fair face, 504.
Light of triumph in her eyes, 472.

Never, surely, was holier man, 78.

New England's poet, rich in love as years, 450.
Nine years have slipt like hour-glass sand, 358.
No? Hez he? He haint, though? Wut?
Voted agin him? 184

Nor deem he lived unto himself alone, 448.
Not always unimpeded can I pray, 352.
Not as all other women are, 5.

Now Biörn, the son of Heriulf, had ill days, 368

O days endeared to every Muse, 488.
"O Dryad feet," 472.

O dwellers in the valley-land, 79.

O Land of Promise! from what Pisgah's height,
65.

O moonlight deep and tender, 19.

O, wandering dim on the extremest edge, 63.
Of all the myriad moods of mind, 92.

Oft round my hall of portraiture I gaze, 468.
Oh, tell me less or tell me more, 466.

Old events have modern meanings: only that
survives, 372.

Old Friend, farewell! Your kindly door again,
447.

On this wild waste, where never blossom came,
504.

Once git a smell o' musk into a draw, 274.

Once hardly in a cycle blossometh, 22.
Once on a time there was a pool, 262.

One after one the stars have risen and set, 38.
One feast, of holy days the crest, 377.
One kiss from all others prevents me, 467.
Opening one day a book of mine, 474.
Our love is not a fading, earthly flower, 24.
Our ship lay tumbling in an angry sea, 397.
Over his keys the musing organist, 107.

Phoebus, sitting one day in a laurel-tree's shade,

Said Christ our Lord, "I will go and see," 96.
Seat of all woes? Though Nature's firm de-
cree, 470.

She gave me all that woman can, 465.
Shell, whose lips, than mine more cold, 475.

Maiden, when such a soul as thine is born, 21.
Mary, since first I knew thee, to this hour, 23.
Men say the sullen instrument, 389.

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.
Silencioso por la puerta, 467.

Sisters two, all praise to you, 61.

Skilled to pull wires, he baffles Nature's hope,

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.
Indian-Summer Reverie, An, 69.
Inscriptions, 499.

For a Bell at Cornell University.

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

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

International Copyright, 499.

Interview with Miles Standish, An, 81.
Invita Minerva, 373.
Invitation, An, 358.

Inveraray, On planting a Tree at, 451,
Irené, 3.

Jonathan to John, 252.

Keats, To the Spirit of, 20.

Kettelopotomachia, 283.
Kossuth, 101.

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
or not), 25.

Lesson, The, 474.

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 8. H. Gay, Esq., editor of the Na-
tional Anti-Slavery Standard, 194.
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, 173.

Letter, A, from Mr. Hosea Biglow to the Hon.
J. T. Buckingham, editor of the Boston Cour

Ode (written for the Celebration of the Intro-
duction of the Cochituate Water into the
City of Boston), 96.

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
the Next Room, 505.

On planting a Tree at Inveraray, 451.

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

On receiving a 'opy of Mr. Austin Dobson's
"Old World Id· lls,” 445.

On the Capture of Fugitive Slaves near Wash.
ingron, 82.

On the Death of a Friend's Child, 87.
On the Death of C. T. Torrey, 104.
Optimist, The, 465.

Oriental Apologue, An, 332.
Origin of Didactic Poetry, The, 487.

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.
Trial, 48.

Turner's Old Téméraire, 502.

Two Gunners, The, 168.

Two Scenes from the Life of Blondel, 394.

Under the October Maples, 472.