| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Backward Look | As I sat smoking, alone, yesterday, | | 54 | 402 |
| 2: | A Ballad With A Serious Conclusion | Crowd about me, little children | | 92 | 371 |
| 3: | A Bear Family | Wunst, 'way West in Illinoise, | | 80 | 128 |
| 4: | A Brave Refrain | When snow is here, and the trees look weird, | | 28 | 113 |
| 5: | A Bride | O I am weary!" she sighed, as her billowy | | 20 | 103 |
| 6: | A Canary At the Farm | Folks has be'n to town, and Sahry | | 24 | 95 |
| 7: | A Child-World | The Child-World - long and long since lost to view | | 21 | 127 |
| 8: | A Christmas Memory | Pa he bringed me here to stay | | 56 | 111 |
| 9: | A Country Pathway. | I come upon it suddenly, alone | | 104 | 105 |
| 10: | A Cup Of Tea. | I have sipped, with drooping lashes, | | 32 | 93 |
| 11: | A Defective Santa Claus | Allus when our Pa he's away | | 315 | 124 |
| 12: | A Delicious Interruption | All were quite gracious in their plaudits of | | 28 | 106 |
| 13: | A Discouraging Model | Just the airiest, fairiest slip of a thing, | | 20 | 79 |
| 14: | A Discouraging Model. | Just the airiest, fairiest slip of a thing, | | 20 | 93 |
| 15: | A Ditty Of No Tone. | Would that my lips might pour out in thy praise | | 30 | 122 |
| 16: | A Diverted Tragedy | Gracie wuz allus a careless tot; | | 22 | 97 |
| 17: | A Dos't O' Blues. | I' got no patience with blues at all! | | 40 | 110 |
| 18: | A Dream | I dreamed I was a spider; | | 48 | 106 |
| 19: | A Dream Of Autumn. | Mellow hazes, lowly trailing | | 48 | 95 |
| 20: | A Dream Of Long Ago | Lying listless in the mosses | | 64 | 89 |
| 21: | A Dubious "Old Kriss" | Us-folks is purty pore - but Ma | | 60 | 113 |
| 22: | A Fantasy | A fantasy that came to me | | 97 | 105 |
| 23: | A Feel In The Chris'mas-Air | They's a kind o' feel in the air, to me. | | 32 | 86 |
| 24: | A Fruit Piece | The afternoon of summer folds | | 26 | 100 |
| 25: | A Full Harvest. | Seems like a feller'd ort 'o jes' to-day | | 14 | 84 |
| 26: | A Glimpse of Pan | I caught but a glimpse of him. Summer was here. | | 22 | 82 |
| 27: | A Glimpse Of Pan. | I caught but a glimpse of him. Summer was here, | | 22 | 90 |
| 28: | A Good Man | A good man never dies | | 16 | 104 |
| 29: | A Gustatory Achievement | Last Thanksgivin'-dinner we | | 12 | 83 |
| 30: | A Hobo Voluntary | Oh, the hobo's life is a roving life; | | 80 | 110 |
| 31: | A Home-Made Fairy Tale | Bud, come here to your uncle a spell, | | 32 | 95 |
| 32: | A Leave-Taking. | She will not smile; | | 24 | 100 |
| 33: | A Letter To A Friend | The past is like a story | | 24 | 92 |
| 34: | A Life Lesson | There! Little girl; don't cry! | | 21 | 85 |
| 35: | A Liz Town Humorist | Settin' round the stove, last night, | | 35 | 87 |
| 36: | A Lounger. | He leant against a lamp-post, lost | | 16 | 84 |
| 37: | A Man Of Many Parts | It was a man of many parts, | | 24 | 91 |
| 38: | A Masque Of The Seasons | Summer or Winter or Spring or Fall, | | 38 | 81 |
| 39: | A Monument For The Soldiers. | A monument for the Soldiers! | | 40 | 91 |
| 40: | A Mother-Song | Mother, O mother! forever I cry for you, | | 24 | 85 |
| 41: | A New Year's Plaint | The bells that lift their yawning throats | | 48 | 84 |
| 42: | A New Year's Time at Willards's | There's old man Willards; an' his wife; | | 182 | 82 |
| 43: | A Noted Traveler | Even in such a scene of senseless play | | 44 | 96 |
| 44: | A Parent Reprimanded | Sometimes I think 'at Parents does | | 11 | 92 |
| 45: | A Poet's Wooing | What may I do to make you glad, | | 32 | 81 |
| 46: | A Prospective Visit | While any day was notable and dear | | 35 | 81 |
| 47: | A Rough Sketch | I caught, for a second, across the crowd | | 12 | 90 |
| 48: | A Scrawl | I want to sing something - but this is all | | 12 | 86 |
| 49: | A Session With Uncle Sidney - I - One Of His Animal Stories | Now, Tudens, you sit on this knee - and 'scuse | 1869 | 119 | 79 |
| 50: | A Session With Uncle Sidney - II - Uncle Brightens Up | Uncle he says 'at 'way down in the sea | | 18 | 95 |
| 51: | A Session With Uncle Sidney - III - Sings A "Winky-Tooden" Song | O here's a little rhyme for the Spring- or Summer-time | | 18 | 86 |
| 52: | A Session With Uncle Sidney - IV - And Makes Nursery Rhymes - 1 The Diners In The Kitchen | Our dog Fred | | 18 | 81 |
| 53: | A Session With Uncle Sidney - IV - And Makes Nursery Rhymes - 2 The Imperious Angler | Miss Medairy Dory-Ann | | 6 | 83 |
| 54: | A Session With Uncle Sidney - IV - And Makes Nursery Rhymes - 3 The Gathering Of The Clans | Where's the crowd that dares to go | | 24 | 80 |
| 55: | A Session With Uncle Sidney - IV - And Makes Nursery Rhymes - 4 "It" | A wee little worm in a hickory-nut | | 4 | 84 |
| 56: | A Session With Uncle Sidney - IV - And Makes Nursery Rhymes - 5 The Daring Prince | A daring prince, of the realm Rangg Dhune, | | 6 | 91 |
| 57: | A Song | There is ever a song somewhere, my dear; | | 26 | 85 |
| 58: | A Song By Uncle Sidney | O were I not a clod, intent | | 8 | 68 |
| 59: | A Song Of Long Ago. | A song of Long Ago: | | 30 | 92 |
| 60: | A Song Of Singing | Sing! gangling lad, along the brink | | 16 | 86 |
| 61: | A Southern Singer. | Herein are blown from out the South | | 36 | 87 |
| 62: | A Spring Song And A Later | She sang a song of May for me, | | 16 | 113 |
| 63: | A Sudden Shower | Barefooted boys scud up the street | | 28 | 92 |
| 64: | A Summer Afternoon | A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze, | | 28 | 93 |
| 65: | A Summer Sunrise | The master-hand whose pencils trace | | 40 | 152 |
| 66: | A Tale Of The Airly Days | Oh! tell me a tale of the airly days | | 40 | 84 |
| 67: | A Test Of Love | He wooed her first in an atmosphere | | 24 | 85 |
| 68: | A Variation | I am tired of this! | | 42 | 82 |
| 69: | A Very Youthful Affair | I'm bin a-visitun 'bout a week | | 4 | 88 |
| 70: | A Voice From the Farm | It is my dream to have you here with me, | | 14 | 74 |
| 71: | A Water-Color. | Low hidden in among the forest trees | | 12 | 98 |
| 72: | A Wild Irishman | Not very many years ago the writer was for some months stationed at | | 446 | 79 |
| 73: | A Worn-Out Pencil. | Welladay! | | 35 | 91 |
| 74: | A Wraith Of Summertime. | In its color, shade and shine, | | 18 | 94 |
| 75: | A Wrangdillion | Dexery-tethery! down in the dike, | | 24 | 96 |
| 76: | A' Old Played-Out Song | It's the curiousest thing in creation, | | 48 | 88 |
| 77: | Abe Martin | Abe Martin! - dad-burn his old picture! | | 32 | 83 |
| 78: | Almon Keefer | Ah, Almon Keefer! what a boy you were, | | 113 | 83 |
| 79: | America's Thanksgiving | Father all bountiful, in mercy bear | | 40 | 72 |
| 80: | An Autumnal Extravaganza | With a sweeter voice than birds | | 50 | 86 |
| 81: | An Empty Nest | I find an old deserted nest, | | 20 | 82 |
| 82: | An Impetuous Resolve | When little Dickie Swope's a man, | | 16 | 76 |
| 83: | An Impromptu Fairy-Tale | When I wuz ist a little bit | | 36 | 89 |
| 84: | An Old Friend | Hey, Old Midsummer! are you here again, | | 21 | 94 |
| 85: | An Old Settler's Story | William Williams his name was | | 1044 | 72 |
| 86: | An Old Sweetheart of Mine | The ordered intermingling | | 152 | 138 |
| 87: | An Old Sweetheart Of Mine | As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, | | 44 | 88 |
| 88: | An Old Sweetheart Of Mine | An old sweetheart of mine! - Is this her presence here with me, | | 72 | 80 |
| 89: | An Old Year's Address | I have twankled the strings of the twinkering rain; | | 42 | 76 |
| 90: | An Out-Worn Sappho | How tired I am! I sink down all alone | | 99 | 87 |
| 91: | Anselmo | Years did I vainly seek the good Lord's grace, | | 18 | 87 |
| 92: | Art and Love | He faced his canvas (as a seer whose ken | | 14 | 91 |
| 93: | Art And Poetry | Wess he says, and sort o' grins, | | 24 | 86 |
| 94: | As Created | There's a space for good to bloom in | | 8 | 81 |
| 95: | As My Uncle Used To Say. | I've thought a power on men and things, | | 24 | 82 |
| 96: | At Aunty's House | One time, when we'z at Aunty's house | | 30 | 80 |
| 97: | At Broad Ripple. | Ah, Luxury! Beyond the heat | | 32 | 95 |
| 98: | At Last | A dark, tempestuous night; the stars shut in | | 36 | 90 |
| 99: | At Noey's House | At Noey's house - when they arrived with him | | 81 | 88 |
| 100: | At Noon - And Midnight. | Far in the night, and yet no rest for him! The pillow next his own | | 8 | 95 |
| 101: | At Sea | O we go down to sea in ships | | 16 | 90 |
| 102: | At Utter Loaf. | An afternoon as ripe with heat | | 33 | 83 |
| 103: | At Zekesbury. | The little town, as I recall it, | | 157 | 85 |
| 104: | August. | A day of torpor in the sullen heat | | 40 | 99 |
| 105: | Autumn. | As a harvester, at dusk, | | 100 | 90 |
| 106: | Away | I cannot say, and I will not say | | 24 | 148 |
| 107: | Babyhood. | Heigh-ho! Babyhood! Tell me where you linger: | | 24 | 89 |
| 108: | Back From a Two-years' Sentence | Back from a two-years' sentence! | | 24 | 82 |
| 109: | Back From Town | Old friends allus is the best, | | 32 | 88 |
| 110: | Be Our Fortunes As They May | Be our fortunes as they may, | | 20 | 82 |
| 111: | Beautiful Hands. | O your hands - they are strangely fair! | | 40 | 104 |
| 112: | Becalmed | Would that the winds might only blow | | 20 | 78 |
| 113: | Because | Why did we meet long years of yore? | | 18 | 99 |
| 114: | Bedouin. | O love is like an untamed steed! - | | 18 | 83 |
| 115: | Being His Mother. | Being his mother - when he goes away | | 14 | 71 |
| 116: | Bewildering Emotions | The merriment that followed was subdued | | 31 | 75 |
| 117: | Billy And His Drum | Ho! it's come, kids, come! | | 18 | 109 |
| 118: | Billy's Alphabetical Animal Show. | A was an elegant Ape | | 135 | 79 |
| 119: | Blind. | You think it is a sorry thing | | 214 | 72 |
| 120: | Blooms Of May | But yesterday!... | | 18 | 73 |
| 121: | Bryant | The harp has fallen from the master's hand; | | 14 | 74 |
| 122: | Bud's Fairy-Tale | Some peoples thinks they ain't no Fairies now | | 230 | 121 |
| 123: | By Any Other Name. | First the teacher called the roll, | | 32 | 70 |
| 124: | By Her White Bed. | By her white bed I muse a little space: | | 14 | 65 |
| 125: | Chairley Burke | It's Chairley Burke's in town, b'ys! He's down til "Jamesy's Place," | | 20 | 77 |
| 126: | Christmas Greeting | A word of Godspeed and good cheer | | 6 | 88 |
| 127: | Climatic Sorcery | When frost's all on our winder, an' the snow's | | 8 | 79 |
| 128: | Company Manners | When Bess gave her Dollies a Tea, said she, | | 4 | 74 |
| 129: | Cousin Rufus' Story | My little story, Cousin Rufus said, | | 163 | 79 |
| 130: | Craqueodoom | The Crankadox leaned o'er the edge of the moon | | 24 | 71 |
| 131: | Curly Locks | Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine? | | 24 | 80 |
| 132: | Dan O'Sullivan | Dan O'Sullivan: It's your | | 24 | 97 |
| 133: | Dan Paine. | Old friend of mine, whose chiming name | | 40 | 88 |
| 134: | Das Krist Kindel | I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delight | | 60 | 91 |
| 135: | Das Krist Kindel | I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delight | | 60 | 75 |
| 136: | Dawn, Noon And Dewfall. | Dawn, noon and dewfall! Bluebird and robin | | 12 | 90 |
| 137: | Dead In Sight Of Fame | Dead! Dead! Dead! | | 24 | 78 |
| 138: | Dead Leaves | As though a gipsy maiden with dim look, | | 42 | 93 |
| 139: | Dead Selves | How many of my selves are dead? | | 63 | 87 |
| 140: | Dear Hands. | The touches of her hands are like the fall | | 19 | 64 |
| 141: | Dearth | I hold your trembling hand to-night - and yet | | 14 | 139 |
| 142: | Dedication To Hewitt Hanson Howland With Halest Christmas Greetings And Fraternal | Little Boy! Halloo! - halloo! | | 4 | 68 |
| 143: | Dedication: Riley Child-Rhymes | He owns the bird-songs of the hills | | 10 | 72 |
| 144: | Doc Sifers. | Of all the doctors I could cite you to in this-'ere town | | 60 | 82 |
| 145: | Donn Piatt Of Mac-O-Chee. | Donn Piatt - of Mac-o-chee, | | 56 | 72 |
| 146: | Dot Leedle Boy. | Ot's a leedle Christmas story | | 121 | 73 |
| 147: | Down Around The River | Noon-time an' June-time, down around the river! | | 32 | 72 |
| 148: | Down On Wriggle Crick | Mostly folks is law-abidin' | | 73 | 71 |
| 149: | Down To The Capital | I' be'n down to the Capital at Washington, D. C., | | 64 | 73 |
| 150: | Dream | Because her eyes were far too deep | | 32 | 108 |
| 151: | Dream-March | Wasn't it a funny dream! - perfectly bewild'rin'! | | 36 | 108 |
| 152: | Dreamer, Say | Dreamer, say, will you dream for me | | 24 | 101 |
| 153: | Dusk | The frightened herds of clouds across the sky | | 14 | 77 |
| 154: | Elizabeth. | Elizabeth! Elizabeth! | | 30 | 73 |
| 155: | Elmer Brown | Awf'lest boy in this-here town | | 30 | 75 |
| 156: | Envoy | Many pleasures of youth have been buoyantly sung | | 40 | 75 |
| 157: | Envoy. | Just as of old! The world rolls on and on; | | 12 | 63 |
| 158: | Evensong | Lay away the story, | | 16 | 82 |
| 159: | Extremes | A little boy once played so loud | | 8 | 72 |
| 160: | Fame | Once, in a dream, I saw a man, | | 82 | 70 |
| 161: | Fame | Once, in a dream, I saw a man | | 82 | 77 |
| 162: | Farmer Whipple. - Bachelor. | It's a mystery to see me - a man o' fifty-four, | | 112 | 66 |
| 163: | Father William | You are old, Father William, and though one would think | | 32 | 90 |
| 164: | Find The Favorite | Our three cats is Maltese cats, | | 56 | 65 |
| 165: | Floretty's Musical Contribution | All seemed delighted, though the elders more, | | 124 | 73 |
| 166: | Fool-Youngens | Me an' Bert an' Minnie-Belle | | 30 | 73 |
| 167: | For You | For you, I could forget the gay | | 24 | 85 |
| 168: | Friday Afternoon | Of the wealth of facts and fancies | | 130 | 87 |
| 169: | Friend Of A Wayward Hour | Friend of a wayward hour, you came | | 15 | 75 |
| 170: | From the Headboard of a Grave in Paraguay | A troth, and a grief, and a blessing, | | 8 | 90 |
| 171: | George Mullen's Confession | For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks the time | | 124 | 71 |
| 172: | Go, Winter! | Go, Winter! Go thy ways! We want again | | 16 | 71 |
| 173: | Good-By Er Howdy-Do | Say good-by er howdy-do | | 24 | 98 |
| 174: | Grandfather Squeers | My grandfather Squeers," said The Raggedy Man, | | 72 | 90 |
| 175: | Granny | Granny's come to our house, | | 40 | 90 |
| 176: | Grant. At Rest - August 8, 1885 | What shall we say of the soldier. Grant, | | 80 | 79 |
| 177: | Green Fields And Running Brooks | Ho! green fields and running brooks! | | 16 | 75 |
| 178: | Griggsby's Station | Pap's got his patent-right, and rich is all creation; | | 40 | 91 |
| 179: | Harlie | Fold the little waxen hands | | 24 | 71 |
| 180: | Has She Forgotten? | Has she forgotten? On this very May | | 42 | 82 |
| 181: | He And I | Just drifting on together | | 40 | 110 |
| 182: | He Called Her In | He called her in from me and shut the door. | | 125 | 75 |
| 183: | Heat-Lightning | There was a curious quiet for a space | | 57 | 97 |
| 184: | Her Beautiful Eyes. | O her beautiful eyes! they are as blue as the dew | | 18 | 77 |
| 185: | Her Beautiful Hands | O your hands - they are strangely fair! | | 40 | 77 |
| 186: | Her Face And Brow | Ah, help me! but her face and brow | | 14 | 85 |
| 187: | Her Hair | The beauty of her hair bewilders me | | 14 | 82 |
| 188: | Her Valentine | Somebody's sent a funny little valentine to me. | | 12 | 82 |
| 189: | Her Waiting Face | In some strange place | | 4 | 80 |
| 190: | Herr Weiser | Herr Weiser! Three-score-years-and-ten | | 40 | 81 |
| 191: | Hik-Tee-Dik! - The War-Cry Of Billy And Buddy | When two little boys - renowned but for noise | | 32 | 77 |
| 192: | His Mother's Way | Tomps 'ud allus haf to say | | 12 | 74 |
| 193: | His Mother. | DEAD! my wayward boy - my own | | 16 | 76 |
| 194: | His Room | I'm home again, my dear old Room, | | 64 | 78 |
| 195: | His Vigil. | Close the book and dim the light, | | 14 | 78 |
| 196: | Home At Night. | When chirping crickets fainter cry, | | 16 | 83 |
| 197: | Honey Dripping From The Comb | How slight a thing may set one's fancy drifting | | 16 | 69 |
| 198: | How Did You Rest, Last Night? | How did you rest, last night? | | 24 | 74 |
| 199: | How It Happened | I got to thinkin' of her - both her parents dead and gone | | 32 | 82 |
| 200: | How John Quit The Farm. | Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John, | | 104 | 88 |
| 201: | I Smoke My Pipe | I can't extend to every friend | | 40 | 71 |
| 202: | If I knew What Poets Know | If I knew what poets know, | | 24 | 89 |
| 203: | Igo And Ago | We're The Twins from Aunt Marinn's, | | 32 | 71 |
| 204: | Ike Walton's Prayer | I crave, dear Lord, | | 58 | 75 |
| 205: | Illileo | Illileo, the moonlight seemed lost across the vales | | 24 | 70 |
| 206: | In Bohemia. | Ha! My dear! I'm back again | | 56 | 84 |
| 207: | In Fervent Praise Of Picnics | Picnics is fun 'at's purty hard to beat. | | 4 | 75 |
| 208: | In The Afternoon | You in the hammock; and I, near by, | | 24 | 77 |
| 209: | In The Dark. | O in the depths of midnight | | 24 | 90 |
| 210: | In The Evening | In the evening of our days, | | 24 | 75 |
| 211: | In The Heart Of June | In the heart of June, love, | | 16 | 79 |
| 212: | In The South. | There is a princess in the South | | 32 | 75 |
| 213: | Indiana | Our Land - our Home - the common home indeed | | 14 | 71 |
| 214: | Inscribed: Riley Love-Lyrics | To the Elect of Love, or side-by-side | | 20 | 71 |
| 215: | Intellectual Limitations | Parunts knows lots more than us, | | 17 | 81 |
| 216: | Iry And Billy And Jo. | Iry an' Billy an' Jo! | | 43 | 60 |
| 217: | It's Got To Be | When it's got to be," - like! always say | | 60 | 69 |
| 218: | Jack The Giant Killer. | Tell you a story - an' it's a fac': | | 36 | 85 |
| 219: | Jack-In-The-Box | In childish days! O memory, | | 28 | 81 |
| 220: | James B. Maynard | His daily, nightly task is o'er | | 16 | 84 |
| 221: | Jap Miller. | Jap Miller down at Martinsville's the blamedest feller yit! | | 32 | 84 |
| 222: | Jim | He was jes a plain ever'-day, all-round kind of a jour | | 48 | 73 |
| 223: | Job Work | Write me a rhyme of the present time | | 32 | 70 |
| 224: | John Alden And Percilly. | We got up a Christmas-doin's | | 72 | 83 |
| 225: | John Brown. | Writ in between the lines of his life-deed | | 14 | 74 |
| 226: | John McKeen | John McKeen, in his rusty dress, | | 45 | 75 |
| 227: | John Mckeen. | John McKeen, in his rusty dress, | | 45 | 91 |
| 228: | John Walsh | A strange life - strangely passed! | | 32 | 73 |
| 229: | Johnson's Boy | The world is turned ag'in' me, | | 48 | 75 |
| 230: | Joney | Had a hare-lip - Joney had: | | 32 | 81 |
| 231: | Judith. | O her eyes are amber-fine - | | 26 | 66 |
| 232: | June | O queenly month of indolent repose! | | 14 | 76 |
| 233: | June At Woodruff. | Out at Woodruff Place - afar | | 48 | 84 |
| 234: | Just To Be Good. | Just to be good | | 18 | 77 |
| 235: | Kingry's Mill | On old Brandywine - about | | 80 | 64 |
| 236: | Kissing The Rod. | O heart of mine, we shouldn't | | 24 | 84 |
| 237: | Knee Deep in June | Tell you what I like the best | | 99 | 77 |
| 238: | Kneeling With Herrick | Dear Lord, to Thee my knee is bent | | 26 | 71 |
| 239: | Last Night - And This | Last night - how deep the darkness was! | | 16 | 77 |
| 240: | Last Night - And This. | Last night - how deep the darkness was! | | 16 | 81 |
| 241: | Laughter Holding Both His Sides | Ay, thou varlet! Laugh away! | | 12 | 82 |
| 242: | Leedle Dutch Baby | Leedle Dutch baby haff come ter town! | | 24 | 79 |
| 243: | Leonainie | Leonainie - Angels named her; | | 32 | 76 |
| 244: | Let Us Forget. | Let us forget. What matters it that we | | 14 | 90 |
| 245: | Liberty | For a hundred years the pulse of time | 1878 | 216 | 74 |
| 246: | Like His Mother Used To Make | I was born in Indiany," says a stranger, lank and slim, | | 24 | 130 |
| 247: | Limitations Of Genius | The audience entire seemed pleased - indeed | | 30 | 64 |
| 248: | Lines For An Album | I would not trace the hackneyed phrase | | 12 | 82 |
| 249: | Little Dick And The Clock | When Dicky was sick | | 32 | 78 |
| 250: | Little Jack Janitor | And there, in that ripe Summer-night, once more | | 167 | 128 |
| 251: | Little Orphant Annie | Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay, | | 48 | 78 |
| 252: | Little-Girl-Two-Little-Girls | I'm twins, I guess, 'cause my Ma say | | 19 | 73 |
| 253: | Lockerbie Street | Such a dear little street it is, nestled away | | 24 | 64 |
| 254: | Long Afore He Knowed Who Santy-Claus Wuz. | Jes' a little bit o' feller - I remember still | | 40 | 125 |
| 255: | Longfellow | The winds have talked with him confidingly; | | 14 | 85 |
| 256: | Longfellow. | The winds have talked with him confidingly; | | 14 | 70 |
| 257: | Lullaby. | The maple strews the embers of its leaves | | 15 | 82 |
| 258: | Luther Benson | Poor victim of that vulture curse | | 40 | 73 |
| 259: | Man's Devotion | A lover said, "O Maiden, love me well, | | 60 | 84 |
| 260: | Marthy Ellen. | They's nothin' in the name to strike | | 54 | 73 |
| 261: | Maymie's Story Of Red Riding Hood | W'y, one time wuz a little-weenty dirl, | | 172 | 131 |
| 262: | Moon-Drowned. | Twas the height of the fete when we quitted the riot, | | 24 | 81 |
| 263: | Morton | The warm pulse of the nation has grown chill; | | 32 | 71 |
| 264: | Mr. Hammond's Parable | He was a Dreamer of the Days: | | 108 | 72 |
| 265: | Mr. What's-His-Name. | They called him Mr. What's-his-name: | | 60 | 95 |
| 266: | Mrs. Miller | John B. McKinney, Attorney and Counselor at Law, | | 104 | 73 |
| 267: | My Bachelor Chum | A corpulent man is my bachelor chum, | | 32 | 79 |
| 268: | My Bride That Is To Be | O soul of mine, look out and see | | 73 | 77 |
| 269: | My Dancin'-Days Is Over | What is it in old fiddle-chunes 'at makes me ketch my breath | | 36 | 74 |
| 270: | My Father's Halls | My father's halls, so rich and rare, | | 8 | 74 |
| 271: | My Friend. | He is my friend," I said, | | 20 | 74 |
| 272: | My Henry | He's jes' a great, big, awk'ard, hulkin' | | 30 | 64 |
| 273: | My Jolly Friend's Secret | Ah, friend of mine, how goes it | | 64 | 80 |
| 274: | My Mary | My Mary, O my Mary! | | 56 | 76 |
| 275: | My Old Friend | You've a manner all so mellow, | | 32 | 76 |
| 276: | Mylo Jones's Wife | Mylo Jones's wife" was all | | 60 | 73 |
| 277: | Natural Perversities | I am not prone to moralize | | 56 | 137 |
| 278: | Naughty Claude | When Little Claude was naughty wunst | | 8 | 67 |
| 279: | Nessmuk. | I hail thee, Nessmuk, for the lofty tone | | 14 | 94 |
| 280: | No Boy Knows | There are many things that boys may know | | 32 | 95 |
| 281: | Noey Bixler | Another hero of those youthful years | | 168 | 98 |
| 282: | Noey's Night-Piece | They ain't much 'tale' about it!" Noey said. | | 88 | 76 |
| 283: | North And South. | Of the North I wove a dream, | | 35 | 73 |
| 284: | Not Always Glad When We Smile | We are not always glad when we smile: | | 30 | 75 |
| 285: | Nothin' To Say | Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say! | | 20 | 77 |
| 286: | Old Aunt Mary's (AKA "Out To Old Aunt Mary's") | Wasn't it pleasant, O brother mine, | | 48 | 96 |
| 287: | Old Bob White | Old Bob White's a funny bird! | | 35 | 95 |
| 288: | Old Chums | If I die first," my old chum paused to say, | | 14 | 68 |
| 289: | Old Fashioned Roses | They ain't no style about 'em, | | 32 | 81 |
| 290: | Old Indiany. Intended For A Dinner Of The Indiana Society Of Chicago | Old Indiany, 'course we know | | 63 | 63 |
| 291: | Old John Henry | Old John's jes' made o' the commonest stuff | | 27 | 71 |
| 292: | Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze | Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze | | 24 | 83 |
| 293: | Old Man's Nursery Rhyme | In the jolly winters | | 40 | 83 |
| 294: | Old October | Old October's purt' nigh gone, | | 36 | 72 |
| 295: | Old Winters On The Farm | I have jest about decided | | 12 | 70 |
| 296: | On The Banks O' Deer Crick. | On the banks o' Deer Crick! There's the place fer me! | | 32 | 70 |
| 297: | On The Sunny Side | Hi and whoop-hooray, boys! | | 40 | 65 |
| 298: | Only A Dream | Only a dream! | | 36 | 80 |
| 299: | Orlie Wilde | A goddess, with a siren's grace, | | 204 | 72 |
| 300: | Our Boyhood Haunts | Ho! I'm going back to where | | 28 | 65 |
| 301: | Our Hired Girl | Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann; | | 45 | 78 |
| 302: | Our Kind of a Man | The kind of a man for you and me! | | 36 | 76 |
| 303: | Our Little Girl | Her heart knew naught of sorrow, | | 24 | 76 |
| 304: | Our Old Friend Neverfail | O it's good to ketch a relative 'at's richer and don't run | | 16 | 70 |
| 305: | Our Own | They walk here with us, hand-in-hand; | | 8 | 74 |
| 306: | Out of Nazareth | He shall sleep unscathed of thieves | | 36 | 71 |
| 307: | Out Of Nazareth. | He shall sleep unscathed of thieves | | 36 | 83 |
| 308: | Out Of Reach? | You think them "out of reach," your dead? | | 8 | 78 |
| 309: | Out Of The Hitherwhere | Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon | | 24 | 118 |
| 310: | Over The Eyes Of Gladness | The voice of One hath spoken, | | 24 | 79 |
| 311: | Pan | This Pan is but an idle god, I guess, | | 14 | 76 |
| 312: | Philiper Flash | Young Philiper Flash was a promising lad, | | 100 | 75 |
| 313: | Pipes O' Pan At Zekesbury | The pipes of Pan! Not idler now are they | | 14 | 70 |
| 314: | Plain Sermons | I saw a man - and envied him beside | | 16 | 77 |
| 315: | Prior To Miss Belle's Appearance | What makes you come HERE fer, Mister, | | 54 | 61 |
| 316: | Private Theatricals | A quite convincing axiom | | 35 | 74 |
| 317: | Proem (AKA "Afterwhiles") | Where are they - the Afterwhiles | | 60 | 79 |
| 318: | Reach Your Hand To Me. | Reach your hand to me, my friend, | | 24 | 104 |
| 319: | Red Riding-Hood | Sweet little myth of the nursery story | | 18 | 81 |
| 320: | Regardin' Terry Hut | Sence I tuk holt o' Gibbses' Churn | | 64 | 72 |
| 321: | Right Here At Home. | Right here at home, boys, in old Hoosierdom, | | 36 | 78 |
| 322: | Robert Burns Wilson. | What intuition named thee? - Through what thrill | | 14 | 69 |
| 323: | Romancin' | I' b'en a-kindo' "musin'," as the feller says, and I'm | | 52 | 74 |
| 324: | Say Something To Me | Say something to me! I've waited so long | | 24 | 75 |
| 325: | Says He | Whatever the weather may be," says he | | 27 | 80 |
| 326: | Scotty | Scotty's dead - Of course he is! | | 34 | 69 |
| 327: | Scraps | There's a habit I have nurtured, | | 40 | 73 |
| 328: | September Dark | The air falls chill; | | 18 | 78 |
| 329: | September Dark. | The air falls chill; | | 18 | 75 |
| 330: | Silence | Thousands of thousands of hushed years ago, | | 14 | 69 |
| 331: | Sister Jones's Confession. | I thought the deacon liked me, yit | | 20 | 78 |
| 332: | Sleep | Thou drowsy god, whose blurred eyes, half awink | | 14 | 81 |
| 333: | Sleep. | Orphaned, I cry to thee: | | 18 | 80 |
| 334: | Some Scattering Remarks Of Bub's. | Wunst I looked our pepper-box lid | | 18 | 69 |
| 335: | Song | With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho rhyme! | | 16 | 65 |
| 336: | Song - Born To The Purple | Most-like it was this kingly lad | | 36 | 73 |
| 337: | Song - Subtlety | Whilst little Paul, convalescing, was staying | | 9 | 68 |
| 338: | Song - The Dolly's Mother | A little maid, of summers four | | 16 | 75 |
| 339: | Song - To The Child Julia | Little Julia, since that we | | 25 | 63 |
| 340: | Song - Wind Of The Sea | Wind of the Sea, come fill my sail - | | 16 | 81 |
| 341: | Song Of Parting | Say farewell, and let me go; | | 24 | 71 |
| 342: | Song Of The New Year | I heard the bells at midnight | | 48 | 86 |
| 343: | Squire Hawkins's Story | I hain't no hand at tellin' tales, | | 329 | 69 |
| 344: | Suspense. | A woman's figure, on a ground of night | | 14 | 138 |
| 345: | Sweet-Knot And Galamus | As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, | | 44 | 100 |
| 346: | Thanksgiving. | Let us be thankful - not only because | | 24 | 93 |
| 347: | That Little Dog | That little dog 'ud scratch at that door | | 71 | 78 |
| 348: | That Night | You and I, and that night, with its perfume and glory! | | 21 | 82 |
| 349: | That Other Maud Muller | Maud Muller worked at making hay, | | 26 | 66 |
| 350: | The Ancient Printerman | O Printerman of sallow face, | | 30 | 78 |
| 351: | The Artemus Of Michigan. | Grand Haven is in Michigan, and in possession, too, | | 36 | 66 |
| 352: | The Bat. | Thou dread, uncanny thing, | | 19 | 68 |
| 353: | The Bear-Story | W'y, wunst they wuz a Little Boy went out | | 142 | 82 |
| 354: | The Beautiful City | The Beautiful City! Forever | | 48 | 99 |
| 355: | The Best Is Good Enough | I quarrel not with Destiny, | | 19 | 75 |
| 356: | The Best Times | When Old Folks they wuz young like us | | 4 | 73 |
| 357: | The Blossoms on the Trees | Blossoms crimson, white, or blue, | | 22 | 97 |
| 358: | The Blossoms On The Trees. | Blossoms crimson, white, or blue, | | 22 | 78 |
| 359: | The Book Of Joyous Children | Bound and bordered in leaf-green, | | 48 | 71 |
| 360: | The Book Of Joyous Children Gratefully And Affectionately Inscribed To Joel Chandler Harris | You who to the rounded prime | | 16 | 70 |
| 361: | The Boy Lives On Our Farm | The boy lives on our Farm, he's not | | 24 | 63 |
| 362: | The Boy Patriot | I want to be a Soldier! | | 36 | 80 |
| 363: | The Boys | Where are they? - the friends of my childhood enchanted | | 18 | 75 |
| 364: | The Boys' Candidate | Las' time 'at Uncle Sidney come, | | 6 | 69 |
| 365: | The Brook-Song | Little brook! Little brook! | | 38 | 66 |
| 366: | The Bumblebee | You better not fool with a Bumblebee! | | 18 | 68 |
| 367: | The Chant Of The Cross-Bearing Child. | I bear dis cross dis many a mile. | | 42 | 80 |
| 368: | The Child-World | A Child-World, yet a wondrous world no less, | | 146 | 85 |
| 369: | The Circus-Day Parade | Oh, the Circus-Day parade! How the bugles played and played! | | 28 | 72 |
| 370: | The Clover | Some sings of the lily, and daisy, and rose, | | 24 | 74 |
| 371: | The Curse Of The Wandering Foot. | All hope of rest withdrawn me? | | 32 | 78 |
| 372: | The Cyclone. | So lone I stood, the very trees seemed drawn | | 24 | 79 |
| 373: | The Days Gone By | O the days gone by! O the days gone by! | | 18 | 95 |
| 374: | The Dead Joke And The Funny Man | Long years ago, a funny man, | | 24 | 77 |
| 375: | The Dead Lover | Time is so long when a man is dead! | | 12 | 67 |
| 376: | The Drum. | O the drum! | | 53 | 75 |
| 377: | The Evening Company | Within the sitting-room, the company | | 88 | 68 |
| 378: | The Frog | Who am I but the Frog - the Frog! | | 36 | 69 |
| 379: | The Funny Little Fellow | Twas a Funny Little Fellow | | 56 | 210 |
| 380: | The Gilded Roll. | Nosing around in an old box | | 445 | 73 |
| 381: | The Good, Old-Fashioned People | When we hear Uncle Sidney tell | | 36 | 77 |
| 382: | The Happy Little Cripple | I'm thist a little cripple boy, an' never goin' to grow | | 40 | 66 |
| 383: | The Harp Of The Minstrel | The harp of the minstrel has never a tone | | 24 | 68 |
| 384: | The Harper | Like a drift of faded blossoms | | 16 | 63 |
| 385: | The Hereafter. | Hereafter! O we need not waste | | 8 | 76 |
| 386: | The Hired Man And Floretty | The Hired Man's supper, which he sat before, | | 178 | 84 |
| 387: | The Home-Going. | We must get home - for we have been away | | 30 | 81 |
| 388: | The Hoodoo. | Owned a pair o' skates onc't. - Traded | | 20 | 88 |
| 389: | The Hoosier Folk-Child. | The Hoosier Folk-Child - all unsung | | 80 | 141 |
| 390: | The Hoss | The hoss he is a splendud beast; | | 72 | 73 |
| 391: | The Iron Horse. | No song is mine of Arab steed | | 62 | 66 |
| 392: | The Jaybird | The Jaybird he's my favorite | | 16 | 68 |
| 393: | The Jolly Miller | It was a Jolly Miller lived on the River Dee; | | 42 | 78 |
| 394: | The Katydids | Sometimes I keep | | 24 | 63 |
| 395: | The King | They rode right out of the morning sun | | 40 | 65 |
| 396: | The Legend Glorified. | I deem that God is not disquieted" - | | 16 | 71 |
| 397: | The Little Coat | Here's his ragged "roundabout"; | | 48 | 74 |
| 398: | The Little Fat Doctor. | He seemed so strange to me, every way | | 24 | 66 |
| 399: | The Little Lady | O The Little Lady's dainty | | 28 | 69 |
| 400: | The Little Man In The Tinshop | When I was a little boy, long ago, | | 65 | 70 |
| 401: | The Little Old Poem That Nobody Reads | The little old poem that nobody reads | | 24 | 79 |
| 402: | The Little Tiny Kickshaw. | O the little tiny kickshaw that Mither sent tae me, | | 12 | 73 |
| 403: | The Little Town O' Tailholt | You kin boast about yer cities, and their stiddy growth and size, | | 20 | 69 |
| 404: | The Loehrs And The Hammonds | Hey, Bud! O Bud!" rang out a gleeful call, | | 122 | 63 |
| 405: | The Lost Kiss | I put by the half-written poem, | | 40 | 61 |
| 406: | The Lost Path | Alone they walked - their fingers knit together, | | 20 | 87 |
| 407: | The Lugubrious Whing-Whang | The rhyme o' The Raggedy Man's 'at's best | | 33 | 67 |
| 408: | The Merman | Who would be | | 40 | 73 |
| 409: | The Mulberry Tree | It's many's the scenes which is dear to my mind | | 32 | 74 |
| 410: | The Nine Little Goblins | They all climbed up on a high board-fence | | 48 | 107 |
| 411: | The Noble Old Elm | O big old tree, so tall an' fine, | | 24 | 67 |
| 412: | The Old Band | It's mighty good to git back to the old town, shore, | | 32 | 71 |
| 413: | The Old Days | The old days - the far days | | 24 | 71 |
| 414: | The Old Guitar | Neglected now is the old guitar | | 36 | 83 |
| 415: | The Old Hay-Mow | The Old Hay-mow's the place to play | | 24 | 74 |
| 416: | The Old Home By The Mill. | This is "The old Home by the Mill" - far we still call it so, | | 24 | 73 |
| 417: | The Old Man | Lo! steadfast and serene, | | 112 | 69 |
| 418: | The Old Man And Jim | Old man never had much to say | | 80 | 67 |
| 419: | The Old Retired Sea Captain. | The old sea captain has sailed the seas | | 32 | 73 |
| 420: | The Old School-Chum | He puts the poem by, to say | | 22 | 80 |
| 421: | The Old Swimmin'-Hole | Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep | | 40 | 70 |
| 422: | The Old Times Were The Best | Friends, my heart is half aweary | | 12 | 80 |
| 423: | The Old Tramp | A Old Tramp slep' in our stable wunst, | | 8 | 77 |
| 424: | The Old Trundle-Bed | O the old trundle-bed where I slept when a boy! | | 24 | 69 |
| 425: | The Old Year And The New. | As one in sorrow looks upon | | 32 | 73 |
| 426: | The Old-Fashioned Bible | How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood | | 33 | 62 |
| 427: | The Old-Home Folks | Such was the Child-World of the long-ago | | 417 | 68 |
| 428: | The Orchard Lands Of Long Ago | The orchard lands of Long Ago! | | 30 | 85 |
| 429: | The Passing Of A Heart. | O touch me with your hands | | 18 | 69 |
| 430: | The Pathos Of Applause | The greeting of the company throughout | | 36 | 91 |
| 431: | The Penalty Of Genius | When little 'Pollus Morton he's | | 18 | 64 |
| 432: | The Pet Coon | Noey Bixler ketched him, and fetched him in to me | | 24 | 75 |
| 433: | The Pixy People | It was just a very | | 64 | 67 |
| 434: | The Plaint Human | Season of snows, and season of flowers, | | 8 | 67 |
| 435: | The Poet's Love For The Children | Kindly and warm and tender, | | 24 | 74 |
| 436: | The Quarrel. | They faced each other: Topaz-brown | | 41 | 72 |
| 437: | The Quest | I am looking for Love. Has he passed this way, | | 24 | 63 |
| 438: | The Quiet Lodger. | The man that rooms next door to me: | | 80 | 72 |
| 439: | The Raggedy Man | O The Raggedy Man! He works fer Pa; | | 40 | 80 |
| 440: | The Rain. | The rain! the rain! the rain! | | 24 | 70 |
| 441: | The Rainy Morning | The dawn of the day was dreary, | | 24 | 74 |
| 442: | The Rambo-Tree | When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree | | 24 | 73 |
| 443: | The Rider Of The Knee | Knightly Rider of the Knee | | 16 | 74 |
| 444: | The Ripest Peach | The ripest peach is highest on the tree | | 16 | 75 |
| 445: | The Rival. | I so loved once, when Death came by I hid | | 12 | 73 |
| 446: | The Rivals; Or The Showman's Ruse | Guess 'at Billy haint got back, | | 74 | 63 |
| 447: | The Rose. | It tossed its head at the wooing breeze; | | 42 | 94 |
| 448: | The Runaway Boy | Wunst I sassed my Pa, an' he | | 40 | 64 |
| 449: | The Same Old Story | The same old story told again | | 32 | 77 |
| 450: | The Serenade | The midnight is not more bewildering | | 14 | 70 |
| 451: | The Sermon Of The Rose | Wilful we are in our infirmity | | 42 | 67 |
| 452: | The Shoemaker. | Thou Poet, who, like any lark, | | 40 | 71 |
| 453: | The Shower | The landscape, like the awed face of a child, | | 20 | 66 |
| 454: | The Silent Victors | Deep, tender, firm and true, the Nation's heart | | 128 | 73 |
| 455: | The Singer. | While with Ambition's hectic flame | | 8 | 77 |
| 456: | The Song Of Yesterday | But yesterday | | 72 | 65 |
| 457: | The South Wind and the Sun | O The South Wind and the Sun! | | 160 | 77 |
| 458: | The South Wind And The Sun | O the South Wind and the Sun | | 160 | 72 |
| 459: | The Speeding Of The King's Spite | A king - estranged from his loving Queen | | 136 | 71 |
| 460: | The Sphinx | I know all about the Sphinx | | 8 | 65 |
| 461: | The Squirtgun Uncle Maked Me | Uncle Sidney, when he wuz here, | | 30 | 75 |
| 462: | The Stepmother | First she come to our house, | | 18 | 71 |
| 463: | The Touches Of Her Hands | The touches of her hands are like the fall | | 19 | 76 |
| 464: | The Town Karnteel | The Town Karnteel! It's who'll reveal | | 39 | 66 |
| 465: | The Train Misser | Ll where in the world my eyes has bin | | 28 | 98 |
| 466: | The Traveling Man | Could I pour out the nectar the gods only can, | | 34 | 78 |
| 467: | The Treasure Of The Wise Man | O the night was dark and the night was late, | | 16 | 66 |
| 468: | The Tree-Toad | S cur'ous-like," said the tree-toad, | | 28 | 74 |
| 469: | The Tree-Toad. | Scurious-like," said the tree-toad, | | 28 | 87 |
| 470: | The Twins. | One 's the pictur' of his Pa, | | 25 | 77 |
| 471: | The Wandering Jew | The stars are falling, and the sky | | 48 | 69 |
| 472: | The Wandering Jew. | The stars are failing, and the sky | | 48 | 81 |
| 473: | The Watches Of The Night. | O the waiting in the watches of the night! | | 28 | 88 |
| 474: | The Way It Wuz. | Las' July - an', I persume | | 73 | 75 |
| 475: | The Wife-Blessed. | In youth he wrought, with eyes ablur, | | 18 | 77 |
| 476: | Their Sweet Sorrow | They meet to say farewell: Their way | | 20 | 62 |
| 477: | Their Sweet Sorrow. | They meet to say farewell: Their way | | 20 | 62 |
| 478: | Them Flowers. | Take a feller 'at's sick and laid up on the shelf, | | 24 | 67 |
| 479: | Them Old Cheery Words | Pap he allus ust to say, | | 72 | 70 |
| 480: | Thinkin' Back | I've ben thinkin' back, of late, | | 42 | 64 |
| 481: | This Man Jones. | This man Jones was what you'd call | | 64 | 68 |
| 482: | Thomas The Pretender | Tommy's alluz playin' jokes, | | 16 | 70 |
| 483: | Thoughts Fer The Discuraged Farmer | The summer winds is sniffin' round the bloomin' locus' trees; | | 40 | 92 |
| 484: | Three Dead Friends. | Always suddenly they are gone | | 80 | 79 |
| 485: | Through Sleepy-Land | Where do you go when you go to sleep, | | 25 | 69 |
| 486: | Time 1 | The ticking - ticking - ticking of the clock! | | 14 | 77 |
| 487: | Time 2 | Wait for the morning! Ah! We wait indeed | | 14 | 77 |
| 488: | Time Of Clearer Twitterings | Time of crisp and tawny leaves, | | 64 | 61 |
| 489: | Tired Out | tired out!" Yet face and brow | | 24 | 67 |
| 490: | To A Boy Whistling | The smiling face of a happy boy | | 16 | 75 |
| 491: | To Almon Keefer | This first book that I ever knew | | 24 | 63 |
| 492: | To An Importunate Ghost. | Get gone, thou most uncomfortable ghost! | | 14 | 63 |
| 493: | To Annie | When the lids of dusk are falling | | 8 | 70 |
| 494: | To Hear Her Sing. | To hear her sing - to hear her sing | | 32 | 77 |
| 495: | To My Good Master. | In fancy, always, at thy desk, thrown wide, | | 14 | 64 |
| 496: | To My Old Friend, William Leachman | Fer forty year and better you have been a friend to me, | | 62 | 58 |
| 497: | To Robert Burns | Sweet Singer that I loe the maist | | 60 | 66 |
| 498: | To Santa Claus | Most tangible of all the gods that be, | | 32 | 69 |
| 499: | To The Good Old-Fashioned People | The deadnin' and the thicket's jes' a b'ilin' full o' June, | | 12 | 61 |
| 500: | To The Judge | Friend of my earliest youth, | | 40 | 59 |
| 501: | To The Quiet Observer | Dear old friend of us all in need | | 16 | 74 |
| 502: | To The Serenader. | Tinkle on, O sweet guitar, | | 24 | 63 |
| 503: | To Young E. Allison - Bookman | The bookman he's a humming-bird | | 53 | 68 |
| 504: | Told By "The Noted Traveler" | Coming, clean from the Maryland-end | | 204 | 56 |
| 505: | Tom Johnson's Quit. | A passel o' the boys last night | | 56 | 61 |
| 506: | Tom Van Arden. | Tom Van Arden, my old friend, | | 88 | 62 |
| 507: | Tommy Smith | Dimple-cheeked and rosy-lipped, | | 30 | 65 |
| 508: | Tradin' Joe | I'm one o' these cur'ous kind o' chaps | | 129 | 64 |
| 509: | Tugg Martin. | Tugg Martin's tough. - No doubt o' that! | | 82 | 72 |
| 510: | Uncle Mart's Poem - The Old Snow-Man | Ho! the old Snow-Man | | 120 | 81 |
| 511: | Uncle Sidney To Marcellus | Marcellus, won't you tell us | | 16 | 67 |
| 512: | Up And Down Old Brandywine | Up and down old Brandywine, | | 104 | 61 |
| 513: | Wait For The Morning. | Wait for the morning: - It will come, indeed, | | 16 | 90 |
| 514: | Waitin' Fer The Cat To Die | Lawzy! don't I rickollect | | 48 | 96 |
| 515: | Want To Be Whur Mother Is. | Want to be whur mother is! Want to be whur mother is! | | 24 | 68 |
| 516: | Wash Lowry's Reminiscence | And you're the poet of this concern? | | 96 | 72 |
| 517: | We Are Not Always Glad When We Smile | We are not always glad when we smile: | | 30 | 57 |
| 518: | We Must Believe | We must believe | | 42 | 65 |
| 519: | We Must Get Home | We must get home! How could we stray like this? | | 66 | 77 |
| 520: | We To Sigh Instead of Sing | Rain and rain! And rain and rain! | | 24 | 86 |
| 521: | We To Sigh Instead Of Sing. | Rain and rain! and rain and rain! | | 24 | 76 |
| 522: | Wet-Weather Talk | It hain't no use to grumble and complane; | | 48 | 71 |
| 523: | What "Old Santa" Overheard | Tis said old Santa Claus one time | | 24 | 61 |
| 524: | What Chris'mas Fetched The Wigginses. | Wintertime, er Summertime, | | 354 | 86 |
| 525: | What Smith Knew About Farming | There wasn't two purtier farms in the state | | 158 | 72 |
| 526: | What The Wind Said | I muse to-day, in a listless way, | | 144 | 60 |
| 527: | When Age Comes On. | When Age comes on! | | 20 | 67 |
| 528: | When Bessie Died | If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped, | | 31 | 71 |
| 529: | When De Folks Is Gone | What dat scratchin' at de kitchin do'? | | 20 | 66 |
| 530: | When Early March Seems Middle May | When country roads begin to thaw | | 36 | 67 |
| 531: | When Evening Shadows Fall | When evening shadows fall, | | 24 | 99 |
| 532: | When June Is Here. | When June is here - what art have we to sing | | 14 | 70 |
| 533: | When Lide Married Him | When Lide married him - w'y, she had to jes dee-fy | | 24 | 77 |
| 534: | When Mother Combed My Hair | When Memory, with gentle hand, | | 32 | 96 |
| 535: | When My Dreams Come True | When my dreams come true - when my dreams come true | | 24 | 76 |
| 536: | When Old Jack Died | When Old Jack died, we stayed from school (they said, | | 42 | 71 |
| 537: | When She Comes Home | When she comes home again! A thousand ways | | 14 | 80 |
| 538: | When The Frost Is On The Punkin | When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock, | | 32 | 76 |
| 539: | When The Green Gits Back In The Trees | In Spring, when the green gits back in the trees, | | 30 | 75 |
| 540: | When The Hearse Comes Back | A thing 'at's 'bout as tryin' as a healthy man kin meet | | 48 | 59 |
| 541: | When We First Played "Show" | Wasn't it a good time, | | 56 | 66 |
| 542: | When We Three Meet | When we three meet? Ah! friend of mine | | 15 | 69 |
| 543: | Where Shall We Land? | All listlessly we float | | 42 | 66 |
| 544: | Where the Children used to Play | The old farm-home is Mother's yet and mine, | | 32 | 62 |
| 545: | Where The Children Used To Play | The old farm-home is Mother's yet and mine, | | 32 | 63 |
| 546: | Where-Away. | O the Lands of Where-Away! | | 40 | 67 |
| 547: | While The Musician Played. | O it was but a dream I had | | 40 | 66 |
| 548: | Who Bides His Time | Who bides his time, and day by day | | 24 | 62 |
| 549: | Who Santy-Claus Wuz | Jes' a little bit o' feller - I remember still | | 40 | 71 |
| 550: | Winter Fancies | Winter without | | 37 | 89 |
| 551: | Wortermelon Time | Old wortermelon time is a-comin' round again, | | 52 | 63 |
| 552: | Writin' Back To The Home-Folks | My dear old friends - It jes beats all, | | 48 | 76 |
| 553: | Ylladmar | Her hair was, oh, so dense a blur | | 26 | 71 |
