| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Chippewa Legend | The old Chief, feeling now wellnigh his end, | | 130 | 523 |
| 2: | A Christmas Carol For The Sunday-School Children Of The Church Of The Disciples | What means this glory round our feet, | | 28 | 385 |
| 3: | A Contrast | Thy love thou sendest oft to me, | | 20 | 336 |
| 4: | A Fable For Critics | Phoebus, sitting one day in a laurel-tree's shade, | | 1809 | 502 |
| 5: | A Familiar Epistle To A Friend | Alike I hate to be your debtor, | | 192 | 370 |
| 6: | A Foreboding | What were the whole void world, if thou wert dead, | | 14 | 346 |
| 7: | A Glance Behind The Curtain | We see but half the causes of our deeds, | | 333 | 386 |
| 8: | A Legend Of Brittany | Fair as a summer dream was Margaret, | | 648 | 388 |
| 9: | A Mood | I go to the ridge in the forest | | 51 | 369 |
| 10: | A New Year's Greeting | The century numbers fourscore years; | | 15 | 325 |
| 11: | A Parable | Worn and footsore was the Prophet, | | 44 | 380 |
| 12: | A Parable | Said Christ our Lord, 'I will go and see | | 48 | 353 |
| 13: | A Parable | An ass munched thistles, while a nightingale | | 8 | 351 |
| 14: | A Prayer | God! do not let my loved one die, | | 18 | 358 |
| 15: | A Requiem | Ay, pale and silent maiden, | | 48 | 360 |
| 16: | A Valentine | Let others wonder what fair face | | 20 | 364 |
| 17: | A Winter-Evening Hymn To My Fire | Beauty on my hearth-stone blazing! | | 185 | 342 |
| 18: | A Youthful Experiment In English Hexameters - Impressions Of Homer | Sometimes come pauses of calm, when the rapt bard, holding his heart back, | | 12 | 346 |
| 19: | Above And Below | O dwellers in the valley-land, | | 48 | 418 |
| 20: | Absence | Sleep is Death's image,--poets tell us so; | | 12 | 312 |
| 21: | After The Burial | Yes, faith is a goodly anchor; | | 52 | 366 |
| 22: | Agro-Dolce | One kiss from all others prevents me, | | 16 | 317 |
| 23: | Al Fresco | The dandelions and buttercups | | 106 | 316 |
| 24: | Aladdin | When I was a beggarly boy | | 16 | 356 |
| 25: | All-Saints | One feast, of holy days the crest, | | 24 | 358 |
| 26: | Allegra | I would more natures were like thine, | | 36 | 369 |
| 27: | Ambrose | Never, surely, was holier man | | 66 | 321 |
| 28: | An April Birthday--At Sea | On this wild waste, where never blossom came, | | 24 | 349 |
| 29: | An Ember Picture | How strange are the freaks of memory! | | 52 | 314 |
| 30: | An Epistle To George William Curtis | Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm, | | 269 | 324 |
| 31: | An Incident In A Railroad Car | He spoke of Burns: men rude and rough | | 88 | 316 |
| 32: | An Incident Of The Fire At Hamburg | The tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward to the skies, | | 41 | 328 |
| 33: | An Indian-Summer Reverie | What visionary tints the year puts on, | | 280 | 351 |
| 34: | An Interview With Miles Standish | I sat one evening in my room, | | 152 | 342 |
| 35: | An Invitation To J[Ohn] F[Rancis] H[Eath] | Nine years have slipt like hour-glass sand | | 125 | 352 |
| 36: | An Ode For The Fourth Of July, 1876 | Entranced I saw a vision in the cloud | | 330 | 375 |
| 37: | An Oriental Apologue | Somewhere in India, upon a time, | | 256 | 302 |
| 38: | Anti-Apis | Praisest Law, friend? We, too, love it much as they that love it best; | | 52 | 336 |
| 39: | Arcadia Rediviva | I, walking the familiar street, | | 88 | 320 |
| 40: | At The Burns Centennial | A hundred years! they're quickly fled, | | 192 | 301 |
| 41: | At The Commencement Dinner, 1866, In Acknowledging A Toast To The Smith Professor | I rise, Mr. Chairman, as both of us know, | | 84 | 390 |
| 42: | Auf Wiedersehen | The little gate was reached at last, | | 50 | 328 |
| 43: | Auspex | My heart, I cannot still it, | | 18 | 339 |
| 44: | Bankside | I christened you in happier days, before | | 56 | 335 |
| 45: | Beaver Brook | Hushed with broad sunlight lies the hill, | | 48 | 385 |
| 46: | Bibliolatres | Bowing thyself in dust before a Book, | | 42 | 293 |
| 47: | Birthday Verses - Written In A Child's Album | Twas sung of old in hut and hall | | 30 | 340 |
| 48: | Bon Voyage | Ship, blest to bear such freight across the blue, | | 14 | 351 |
| 49: | Casa Sin Alma | Silencioso por la puerta | | 6 | 281 |
| 50: | Columbus | The cordage creaks and rattles in the wind, | | 282 | 299 |
| 51: | Credidimus Jovem Regnare | O days endeared to every Muse, | | 242 | 319 |
| 52: | Dara | When Persia's sceptre trembled in a hand | | 60 | 372 |
| 53: | Das Ewig-Weibliche | How was I worthy so divine a loss, | | 20 | 294 |
| 54: | Death Of Queen Mercedes | Hers all that Earth could promise or bestow, | | 14 | 310 |
| 55: | E.G. De R. | Why should I seek her spell to decompose | | 14 | 353 |
| 56: | Eleanor Makes Macaroons | Light of triumph in her eyes, | 1884 | 51 | 309 |
| 57: | Elegy On The Death Of Dr. Channing | I do not come to weep above thy pall, | | 72 | 298 |
| 58: | Endymion - A Mystical Comment On Titian'S 'Sacred And Profane Love' | My day began not till the twilight fell, | | 229 | 305 |
| 59: | Estrangement | The path from me to you that led, | | 15 | 288 |
| 60: | Eurydice | Heaven's cup held down to me I drain, | | 85 | 280 |
| 61: | Extreme Unction | Go! leave me, Priest; my soul would be | | 88 | 338 |
| 62: | Fact Or Fancy? | In town I hear, scarce wakened yet, | | 36 | 351 |
| 63: | Fancy's Casuistry | How struggles with the tempest's swells | | 60 | 335 |
| 64: | Fitz Adam's Story | The next whose fortune 'twas a tale to tell | | 632 | 294 |
| 65: | For An Autograph | Though old the thought and oft exprest, | | 18 | 328 |
| 66: | Fragments Of An Unfinished Poem | I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Haddam, | | 174 | 320 |
| 67: | Franciscus De Verulamio Sic Cogitavit | That's a rather bold speech, my Lord Bacon, | | 36 | 340 |
| 68: | Freedom | Are we, then, wholly fallen? Can it be | | 81 | 358 |
| 69: | Godminster Chimes | Godminster? Is it Fancy's play? | | 56 | 350 |
| 70: | Gold Egg: A Dream-Fantasy | I swam with undulation soft, | | 165 | 351 |
| 71: | Heartsease And Rue | The electric nerve, whose instantaneous thrill | | 562 | 297 |
| 72: | Hebe | I saw the twinkle of white feet, | | 28 | 342 |
| 73: | How I Consulted The Oracle Of The Goldfishes | What know we of the world immense | | 242 | 319 |
| 74: | Hunger And Cold | Sisters two, all praise to you, | | 80 | 360 |
| 75: | In A Copy Of Omar Khayyám | These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, | | 12 | 340 |
| 76: | In An Album | The misspelt scrawl, upon the wall | | 24 | 309 |
| 77: | In The Half-Way House | At twenty we fancied the blest Middle Ages | | 56 | 334 |
| 78: | In The Twilight | Men say the sullen instrument, | | 65 | 302 |
| 79: | Inscription - A Misconception | B, taught by Pope to do his good by stealth, | | 4 | 373 |
| 80: | Inscription - Changed Perspective | Full oft the pathway to her door | | 4 | 299 |
| 81: | Inscription - International Copyright | In vain we call old notions fudge, | | 4 | 306 |
| 82: | Inscription - Sixty-Eighth Birthday | As life runs on, the road grows strange | | 4 | 314 |
| 83: | Inscription - Sun-Worship | If I were the rose at your window, | | | 335 |
| 84: | Inscription - The Boss | Skilled to pull wires, he baffles Nature's hope, | | 2 | 347 |
| 85: | Inscription For A Bell At Cornell University | I call as fly the irrevocable hours, | | 4 | 342 |
| 86: | Inscription For A Memorial Window To Sir Walter Raleigh, Set Up In St. Margaret's, Westminster, By American Contributors | The New World's sons, from England's breasts we drew | | 4 | 277 |
| 87: | Inscription Proposed For A Soldiers' And Sailors' Monument In Boston | To those who died for her on land and sea, | | 4 | 319 |
| 88: | Inscription With A Pair Of Gloves Lost In A Wager | We wagered, she for sunshine, I for rain, | | 4 | 312 |
| 89: | Invita Minerva | The Bardling came where by a river grew | | 36 | 344 |
| 90: | Irené | Hers is a spirit deep, and crystal-clear; | | 96 | 352 |
| 91: | Jeffries Wyman | The wisest man could ask no more of Fate | | 14 | 317 |
| 92: | Joseph Winlock | Shy soul and stalwart, man of patient will | | 14 | 332 |
| 93: | Kossuth | A race of nobles may die out, | | 32 | 334 |
| 94: | L'Envoi | Whether my heart hath wiser grown or not, | | 141 | 369 |
| 95: | L'Envoi To The Muse | Whither? Albeit I follow fast, | | 152 | 308 |
| 96: | Letter From Boston | By way of saving time, | 1846 | 213 | 317 |
| 97: | Lines Suggested By The Graves Of Two English Soldiers On Concord Battle-Ground | The same good blood that now refills | | 56 | 281 |
| 98: | Longing | Of all the myriad moods of mind | | 32 | 367 |
| 99: | Love | True Love is but a humble, low-born thing, | | 55 | 404 |
| 100: | Love And Thought | What hath Love with Thought to do? | | 18 | 335 |
| 101: | Love's Clock - A Pastoral | O Dryad feet, | | 28 | 311 |
| 102: | Mahmood The Image-Breaker | Old events have modern meanings; only that survives | | 22 | 348 |
| 103: | Masaccio - In The Brancacci Chapel | He came to Florence long ago, | | 36 | 288 |
| 104: | Memoriae Positum | Beneath the trees, | | 90 | 323 |
| 105: | Memorial Poem | If I let fall a word of bitter mirth | | 16 | 308 |
| 106: | Midnight | The moon shines white and silent | | 36 | 335 |
| 107: | Monna Lisa | She gave me all that woman can, | | 8 | 299 |
| 108: | My Love | Not as all other women are | | 50 | 381 |
| 109: | My Portrait Gallery | Oft round my hall of portraiture I gaze, | | 16 | 333 |
| 110: | New-Year's Eve, 1850 | This is the midnight of the century,--hark! | | 18 | 311 |
| 111: | Nightwatches | While the slow clock, as they were miser's gold, | | 14 | 286 |
| 112: | Ode | In the old days of awe and keen-eyed wonder, | | 168 | 345 |
| 113: | Ode Read At The One Hundredth Anniversary Of The Fight At Concord Bridge | Who cometh over the hills, | | 261 | 303 |
| 114: | Ode Recited At The Harvard Commemoration | Weak-winged is song, | 1865 | 428 | 332 |
| 115: | Ode To France | As, flake by flake, the beetling avalanches | | 177 | 337 |
| 116: | Ode To Happiness | Spirit, that rarely comest now | | 118 | 340 |
| 117: | Ode Written For The Celebration Of The Introduction Of The Cochituate Water Into The City Of Boston | My name is Water: I have sped | | 48 | 326 |
| 118: | On A Bust Of General Grant | Strong, simple, silent are the [steadfast] laws | | 66 | 280 |
| 119: | On A Portrait Of Dante By Giotto | Can this be thou who, lean and pale, | | 36 | 334 |
| 120: | On An Autumn Sketch Of H.G. Wild | Thanks to the artist, ever on my wall | | 14 | 301 |
| 121: | On Board The '76 | Our ship lay tumbling in an angry sea, | 1884 | 66 | 506 |
| 122: | On Burning Some Old Letters | With what odorous woods and spices | | 78 | 316 |
| 123: | On Hearing A Sonata Of Beethoven's Played In The Next Room | Unseen Musician, thou art sure to please, | | 14 | 345 |
| 124: | On Planting A Tree At Inveraray | Who does his duty is a question | | 32 | 293 |
| 125: | On Receiving A Copy Of Mr. Austin Dobson's 'Old World Idylls' | At length arrived, your book I take | | 30 | 295 |
| 126: | On The Capture Of Fugitive Slaves Near Washington | Look on who will in apathy, and stifle they who can, | | 44 | 279 |
| 127: | On The Death Of A Friend's Child | Death never came so nigh to me before, | | 96 | 301 |
| 128: | On The Death Of Charles Turner Torrey | Woe worth the hour when it is crime | | 35 | 310 |
| 129: | Palinode--December | Like some lorn abbey now, the wood | | 30 | 307 |
| 130: | Paolo To Francesca | I was with thee in Heaven: I cannot tell | | 14 | 353 |
| 131: | Pessimoptimism | Ye little think what toil it was to build | | 14 | 305 |
| 132: | Phoebe | Ere pales in Heaven the morning star, | | 52 | 398 |
| 133: | Pictures From Appledore | A heap of bare and splintery crags | | 400 | 279 |
| 134: | Prison Of Cervantes | Seat of all woes? Though Nature's firm decree | | 13 | 315 |
| 135: | Prometheus | One after one the stars have risen and set, | | 364 | 324 |
| 136: | Remembered Music - A Fragment | Thick-rushing, like an ocean vast | | 15 | 384 |
| 137: | Rhoecus | God sends his teachers unto every age, | | 160 | 299 |
| 138: | Rosaline | Thou look'dst on me all yesternight, | | 88 | 374 |
| 139: | Sayings | In life's small things be resolute and great | | 12 | 358 |
| 140: | Scherzo | When the down is on the chin | | 24 | 304 |
| 141: | Science And Poetry | He who first stretched his nerves of subtile wire | | 14 | 344 |
| 142: | Seaweed | Not always unimpeded can I pray, | | 25 | 338 |
| 143: | Self-Study | A presence both by night and day, | | 28 | 414 |
| 144: | Serenade | From the close-shut windows gleams no spark, | | 24 | 341 |
| 145: | She Came And Went | As a twig trembles, which a bird | | 20 | 351 |
| 146: | Si Descendero In Infernum, Ades | O wandering dim on the extremest edge | | 48 | 274 |
| 147: | Song | Violet! sweet violet! | | 38 | 317 |
| 148: | Song | O moonlight deep and tender, | | 20 | 319 |
| 149: | Song - To M.L. | A lily thou wast when I saw thee first, | | 26 | 363 |
| 150: | Sonnet - Scottish Border | As sinks the sun behind yon alien hills | | 14 | 321 |
| 151: | Sonnet On Being Asked For An Autograph In Venice | Amid these fragments of heroic days | | 14 | 355 |
| 152: | Sonnet To Fanny Alexander | Unconscious as the sunshine, simply sweet | | 14 | 333 |
| 153: | Sonnets - I | Through suffering and sorrow thou hast passed | | 14 | 304 |
| 154: | Sonnets - II | What were I, Love, if I were stripped of thee, | | 14 | 331 |
| 155: | Sonnets - III | I would not have this perfect love of ours | | 14 | 308 |
| 156: | Sonnets - IV | For this true nobleness I seek in vain, | | 14 | 348 |
| 157: | Sonnets - IX | My Love, I have no fear that thou shouldst die; | | 14 | 321 |
| 158: | Sonnets - V | Great soul, thou sittest with me in my room, | | 14 | 300 |
| 159: | Sonnets - VI | Great Truths are portions of the soul of man; | | 14 | 280 |
| 160: | Sonnets - VII | I ask not for those thoughts, that sudden leap | | 14 | 375 |
| 161: | Sonnets - VIII | Maiden, when such a soul as thine is born, | | 14 | 362 |
| 162: | Sonnets - X | I cannot think that thou shouldst pass away, | | 14 | 329 |
| 163: | Sonnets - XI | There never yet was flower fair in vain, | | 14 | 283 |
| 164: | Sonnets - XII | The hope of Truth grows stronger, day by day; | | 14 | 315 |
| 165: | Sonnets - XIII | Beloved, in the noisy city here, | | 14 | 297 |
| 166: | Sonnets - XIV | As the broad ocean endlessly upheaveth, | | 14 | 314 |
| 167: | Sonnets - XIX | Far 'yond this narrow parapet of Time, | | 14 | 309 |
| 168: | Sonnets - XV | Once hardly in a cycle blossometh | | 14 | 305 |
| 169: | Sonnets - XVI | The love of all things springs from love of one; | | 14 | 301 |
| 170: | Sonnets - XVII | A poet cannot strive for despotism; | | 14 | 346 |
| 171: | Sonnets - XVIII | Therefore think not the Past is wise alone, | | 14 | 312 |
| 172: | Sonnets - XX | Mary, since first I knew thee, to this hour, | | 14 | 344 |
| 173: | Sonnets - XXI | Our love is not a fading, earthly flower: | | 14 | 336 |
| 174: | Sonnets - XXII | These rugged, wintry days I scarce could bear, | | 14 | 323 |
| 175: | Sonnets - XXIII | He stood upon the world's broad threshold; wide | | 14 | 306 |
| 176: | Sonnets - XXIV | They pass me by like shadows, crowds on crowds, | | 14 | 304 |
| 177: | Sonnets - XXV | I grieve not that ripe Knowledge takes away | | 14 | 349 |
| 178: | Sonnets - XXVI | Giddings, far rougher names than thine have grown | | 14 | 308 |
| 179: | Sonnets - XXVII | I thought our love at full, but I did err; | | 14 | 327 |
| 180: | St. Michael The Weigher | Stood the tall Archangel weighing | | 46 | 286 |
| 181: | Stanzas On Freedom | Men! whose boast it is that ye | | 32 | 327 |
| 182: | Studies For Two Heads | Some sort of heart I know is hers, | | 126 | 285 |
| 183: | Summer Storm | Untremulous in the river clear, | | 95 | 324 |
| 184: | Telepathy | And how could you dream of meeting? | | 16 | 301 |
| 185: | Tempora Mutantur | The world turns mild; democracy, they say, | | 81 | 311 |
| 186: | The Beggar | A beggar through the world am I, | | 46 | 877 |
| 187: | The Birch-Tree | Rippling through thy branches goes the sunshine, | | 30 | 325 |
| 188: | The Black Preacher - A Breton Legend | At Carnac in Brittany, close on the bay, | | 88 | 295 |
| 189: | The Brakes | What countless years and wealth of brain were spent | | 14 | 281 |
| 190: | The Broken Tryst | Walking alone where we walked together, | | 8 | 341 |
| 191: | The Captive | It was past the hour of trysting, | | 90 | 300 |
| 192: | The Cathedral | Far through the memory shines a happy day, | | 819 | 299 |
| 193: | The Changeling | I had a little daughter | | 56 | 339 |
| 194: | The Courtin' | God makes sech nights, all white an' still | | 96 | 312 |
| 195: | The Dancing Bear | Far over Elf-land poets stretch their sway, | | 14 | 300 |
| 196: | The Darkened Mind | The fire is turning clear and blithely, | | 30 | 360 |
| 197: | The Dead House | Here once my step was quickened, | | 52 | 349 |
| 198: | The Discovery | I watched a moorland torrent run | | 12 | 291 |
| 199: | The Eye's Treasury | Gold of the reddening sunset, backward thrown | | 14 | 282 |
| 200: | The Falcon | I know a falcon swift and peerless | | 20 | 349 |
| 201: | The Fatherland | Where is the true man's fatherland? | | 24 | 404 |
| 202: | The Finding Of The Lyre | There lay upon the ocean's shore | | 32 | 328 |
| 203: | The First Snow-Fall | The snow had begun in the gloaming, | | 40 | 342 |
| 204: | The Flying Dutchman | Don't believe in the Flying Dutchman? | | 52 | 344 |
| 205: | The Foot-Path | It mounts athwart the windy hill | | 64 | 312 |
| 206: | The Forlorn | The night is dark, the stinging sleet, | | 72 | 305 |
| 207: | The Fountain | Into the sunshine, | | 32 | 304 |
| 208: | The Fountain Of Youth | Tis a woodland enchanted! | | 235 | 330 |
| 209: | The Ghost-Seer | Ye who, passing graves by night, | | 182 | 299 |
| 210: | The Growth Of The Legend - A Fragment | A legend that grew in the forest's hush | | 83 | 336 |
| 211: | The Heritage | The rich man's son inherits lands, | | 63 | 361 |
| 212: | The Landlord | What boot your houses and your lands? | | 35 | 332 |
| 213: | The Lesson | I sat and watched the walls of night | | 28 | 295 |
| 214: | The Maple | The Maple puts her corals on in May, | | 14 | 280 |
| 215: | The Miner | Down 'mid the tangled roots of things | | 36 | 366 |
| 216: | The Moon | My soul was like the sea. | | 32 | 328 |
| 217: | The Nest | When oaken woods with buds are pink, | | 30 | 302 |
| 218: | The Nightingale In The Study | Come forth!' my catbird calls to me, | | 68 | 313 |
| 219: | The Nobler Lover | If he be a nobler lover, take him! | | 24 | 322 |
| 220: | The Nomades | What Nature makes in any mood | | 66 | 336 |
| 221: | The Oak | What gnarlèd stretch, what depth of shade, is his! | | 48 | 441 |
| 222: | The Optimist | Turbid from London's noise and smoke, | | 35 | 298 |
| 223: | The Origin Of Didactic Poetry | When wise Minerva still was young | | 88 | 322 |
| 224: | The Parting Of The Ways | Who hath not been a poet? Who hath not, | | 119 | 342 |
| 225: | The Petition | Oh, tell me less or tell me more, | | 10 | 356 |
| 226: | The Pioneer | What man would live coffined with brick and stone, | | 59 | 296 |
| 227: | The Pregnant Comment | Opening one day a book of mine, | | 29 | 351 |
| 228: | The Present Crisis | When a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast | | 90 | 338 |
| 229: | The Protest | I could not bear to see those eyes | | 14 | 302 |
| 230: | The Recall | Come back before the birds are flown, | | 14 | 286 |
| 231: | The Rose: A Ballad | In his tower sat the poet | | 72 | 339 |
| 232: | The Search | I went to seek for Christ, | | 56 | 329 |
| 233: | The Secret | I have a fancy: how shall I bring it | | 14 | 303 |
| 234: | The Shepherd Of King Admetus | There came a youth upon the earth, | | 44 | 297 |
| 235: | The Singing Leaves - A Ballad | What fairings will ye that I bring?' | | 100 | 317 |
| 236: | The Sirens | The sea is lonely, the sea is dreary, | | 112 | 303 |
| 237: | The Sower | I saw a Sower walking slow | | 44 | 329 |
| 238: | The Token | It is a mere wild rosebud, | | 32 | 342 |
| 239: | The Two Gunners - A Fable | Two fellers, Isrel named and Joe, | | 60 | 319 |
| 240: | The Unhappy Lot Of Mr. Knott | My worthy friend, A. Gordon Knott, | | 916 | 328 |
| 241: | The Vision Of Sir Launfal | Over his keys the musing organist, | | 360 | 308 |
| 242: | The Voyage To Vinland | Now Biörn, the son of Heriulf, had ill days | | 296 | 291 |
| 243: | The Washers Of The Shroud | Along a river-side, I know not where, | 1861 | 110 | 316 |
| 244: | The Wind-Harp | I treasure in secret some long, fine hair | | 35 | 326 |
| 245: | Threnodia | Gone, gone from us! and shall we see | | 106 | 323 |
| 246: | To A Friend Who Gave Me A Group Of Weeds And Grasses, After A Drawing Of DÜrer | True as the sun's own work, but more refined, | | 14 | 313 |
| 247: | To A Lady Playing On The Cithern | So dreamy-soft the notes, so far away | | 14 | 313 |
| 248: | To A Pine-Tree | Far up on Katahdin thou towerest, | | 45 | 338 |
| 249: | To C.F. Bradford On The Gift Of A Meerschaum Pipe | The pipe came safe, and welcome too, | | 58 | 299 |
| 250: | To Charles Eliot Norton - Agro Dolce | The wind is roistering out of doors, | | 36 | 322 |
| 251: | To H.W.L. On His Birthday, 27Th February, 1867 | I need not praise the sweetness of his song, | | 35 | 292 |
| 252: | To Holmes On His Seventy-Fifth Birthday | Dear Wendell, why need count the years | | 64 | 291 |
| 253: | To John Gorham Palfrey | There are who triumph in a losing cause, | | 59 | 322 |
| 254: | To Lamartine | I did not praise thee when the crowd, | 1848 | 66 | 342 |
| 255: | To Miss D.T. On Her Giving Me A Drawing Of Little Street Arabs | As, cleansed of Tiber's and Oblivion's slime, | | 14 | 335 |
| 256: | To Mr. John Bartlett - Who Had Sent Me A Seven-Pound Trout | Fit for an Abbot of Theleme, | | 50 | 344 |
| 257: | To Perdita, Singing | Thy voice is like a fountain, | | 88 | 394 |
| 258: | To The Dandelion | Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, | | 54 | 336 |
| 259: | To The Future | O Land of Promise! from what Pisgah's height | | 83 | 308 |
| 260: | To The Memory Of Hood | Another star 'neath Time's horizon dropped, | | 32 | 359 |
| 261: | To The Past | Wondrous and awful are thy silent halls, | | 63 | 307 |
| 262: | To W.L. Garrison | In a small chamber, friendless and unseen, | | 44 | 324 |
| 263: | To Whittier On His Seventy-Fifth Birthday | New England's poet, rich in love as years, | | 14 | 339 |
| 264: | To---- | We, too, have autumns, when our leaves | | 32 | 299 |
| 265: | Trial | Whether the idle prisoner through his grate | | 27 | 316 |
| 266: | Turner's Old Téméraire | Thou wast the fairest of all man-made things; | | 50 | 316 |
| 267: | Two Scenes From The Life Of Blondel | Twere no hard task, perchance, to win | 1863 | 96 | 285 |
| 268: | Under The October Maples | What mean these banners spread, | | 24 | 359 |
| 269: | Under The Old Elm | Words pass as wind, but where great deeds were done | | 433 | 278 |
| 270: | Under The Willows | Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood, | | 388 | 296 |
| 271: | Verses Intended To Go With A Posset Dish To My Dear Little Goddaughter, 1882 | In good old times, which means, you know, | | 52 | 281 |
| 272: | Villa Franca | Wait a little: do we not wait? | 1859 | 84 | 332 |
| 273: | What Rabbi Jehosha Said | Rabbi Jehosha used to say | | 30 | 329 |
| 274: | With A Copy Of Aucassin And Nicolete | Leaves fit to have been poor Juliet's cradle-rhyme, | | 14 | 309 |
| 275: | With A Pressed Flower | This little blossom from afar | | 24 | 349 |
| 276: | With A Seashell | Shell, whose lips, than mine more cold, | | 36 | 337 |
| 277: | With An Armchair | About the oak that framed this chair, of old | | 28 | 329 |
| 278: | Without And Within | My coachman, in the moonlight there, | | 36 | 316 |
| 279: | Yussouf | A stranger came one night to Yussouf's tent, | | 30 | 355 |
