I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch,

9.

Italy! Italy! thou who 'rt doomed to wear,
635.

I thought this Pen would arise, 344.

It is autumn; not without, 351.

It is good to rhyming go, 656.

It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes, 320.

I trust that somewhere and somehow, 249.
It was Einar Tamberskelver, 233.

It was fifty years ago, 199.

It was Sir Christopher Gardiner, 284.

It was the schooner Hesperus, 13.

Mounted on Kyrat strong and fleet, 338.
Much it behoveth, 620.

My beloved is white and ruddy, 366.

My soul its secret has, my life too has its mys-
tery, 632.

My undefiled is but one, 367,

My way is on the bright blue sea, 650.

Neglected record of a mind neglected, 360.
Never shall souls like these, 307.
Never stoops the soaring vulture, 156.
Night comes stealing from the East, 654.
Night rests in beauty on Mont Alto, 646.

Janus am I; oldest of potentates, 349.
Joy and Temperance and Repose, 616.
Just above yon sandy bar, 104.

No more shall I see, 600.

Northward over Drontheim, 230.

No sound of wheels or hoof-beat breaks, 325.
Not fashioned out of gold, like Hera's throne,

297.

Nothing that is shall perish utterly, 537.
Nothing the greatest artist can conceive, 635.

Loud he sang the psalm of David, 22.
Loud sang the Spanish cavalier, 48.
Loud the angry wind was wailing, 226.
Loudly the sailors cheered, 231.

Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of
mine? 632.

Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful sound,
317.

Lutheran, Popish, Calvinistic, all these creeds
and doctrines three, 616.

Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes, 18.
Man-like is it to fall into sin, 616.
Many a day and wasted year, 649.
Meanwhile the stalwart Miles Standish was
marching steadily northward, 178.
Month after month passed away, and in Au-
tumn the ships of the merchants, 180.
Most beautiful, most gentle ! yet how lost, 647.

ing pen of the stripling, 166.

Not without fire can any workman mould, 635.
Now from all King Olaf's farms, 221.
Nowhere such a devious stream, 328.

Now the zephyrs diminish the cold, and the
year being ended, 643.

Now Time throws off his cloak again, 621.

O amiable solitude, 656.

O Cæsar, we who are about to die, 310.
O curfew of the setting sun! O bells of Lynn!
290.

O'er all the hill-tops, 617.

O faithful, indefatigable tides, 360.
Of Edenhall, the youthful Lord, 613.
Of Prometheus, how undaunted, 185.
Often I think of the beautiful town, 194.
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door, 292.
Oft I remember those whom I have known,
356.

O gift of God! O perfect day, 202.
O gladsome light, 418.

O hemlock tree! O hemlock tree! how faith-
ful are thy branches, 614.

Oh, give me back the days when loose and free,
636.

Oh, how blest are ye whose toils are ended, 616.
Oh let the soul her slumbers break, 587.
Oh that a Song would sing itself to me, 322.
Oh, the long and dreary Winter, 158.
Olaf the King, one summer morn, 223.
Olger the Dane and Desiderio, 265.

O Light serene! present in him who breathes,
652.

O little feet! that such long years, 203.
O Lord! who seest, from yon starry height

593.

O lovely river of Yvette, 337.
Once into a quiet village, 110.
Once more, once more, Inarimé, 336.
Once on a time, some centuries ago, 275.
Once the Emperor Charles of Spain, 189.
Once upon Iceland's solitary strand, 323.
One Autumn night, in Sudbury town, 204.
One day, Haroun Al Raschid read, 339.

One hundred years ago, and something more,

255.

One morning, all alone, 415.

One morning, on the sea shore as I strayed, 657.
One summer morning, when the sun was hot, 209.
On King Olaf's bridal night, 224.

On St. Bavon's tower, commanding, 337.
On sunny slope and beechen swell, 10.
On the cross the dying Saviour, 615.
On the gray sea-sands, 232.

On the green little isle of Inchkenneth, 339.
On the Mountains of the Prairie, 115.
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, 132.
On the top of a mountain I stand, 48.

O precious evenings! all too swiftly sped, 112.
O River of Yesterday, with current swift, 321.
O star of morning and of liberty, 293.
O sweet illusions of Song, 294.
Othere, the old sea-captain, 198.
O traveller, stay thy weary feet, 359.
Our God, a Tower of Strength is He, 463.
Out of childhood into manhood, 121.
Out of the bosom of the Air, 202.
O weathercock on the village spire, 347.
O ye dead Poets, who are living still, 319.

Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest, 359.
Slowly, slowly up the wall, 440.

Slowly the hour-hand of the clock moves round,
320.

So from the bosom of darkness our days come
roaring and gleaming, 360.

Soft through the silent air descend the feathery
snow-flakes, 360.

Solemnly, mournfully, 69.

Some day, some day, 597.

Something the heart must have to cherish, 618.
Somewhat back from the village street, 67.
So the strong will prevailed, and Alden went on
his errand, 168.

Southward with fleet of ice, 105.

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,

5.

Speak! speak! thou fearful guest, 11.
Spring is coming, birds are twittering, forests
leaf, and smiles the sun, 599.

Stars of the summer night, 26.
Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest, 340.
Still through Egypt's desert places, 356.
Stretched in thy shadows I rehearse, 655.
Strike the sails! King Olaf said, 233.
Svend Dyring he rideth adown the glade, 282.
Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, 341.
Sweet babe! true portrait of thy father's face,
622.

Sweet chimes! that in the loneliness of night,

354.

Sweet faces, that from pictured casements lean,
322.

Sweet the memory is to me, 326.

Taddeo Gaddi built me. I am old, 318.

220.

Rabbi Ben Levi, on the Sabbath, read, 214.
Rio Verde, Rio Verde, 594.
Rise up, my love, my fair one, 366.
River that in silence windest, 16.
River, that stealest with such silent pace, 315.
Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane, 215.
Round Autumn's mouldering urn, 646.

Sadly as some old mediæval knight, 357.
Safe at anchor in Drontheim bay, 229.
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, 186.
St. Botolph's Town! Hither across the plains,
321.

San Miguel de la Tumba is a convent vast and
wide, 596.

See, the fire is sinking low, 290.

She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side, 21.
She is a maid of artless grace, 596.

Shepherd! who with thine amorous, sylvan
song, 592.

Short of stature, large of limb, 225.

Should any one there in Rome remember Ovid
the exile, 641.

Should you ask me, whence these stories, 113.
Silent, in the veil of evening twilight, 654.
Simon Danz has come home again, 334.
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, 143.

Sir Oluf he rideth over the plain, 608.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, 3.
Tell me, tell me, thou pretty bee, 658.
The Ages come and go, 522.

The Archbishop, whom God loved in high de
gree, 622,

The battle is fought and won, 280.

The brooklet came from the mountain, 296.
The ceaseless rain is falling fast, 324.

The course of my long life hath reached at last

636.

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary, 16.
The day is done, and the darkness, 61.
The day is ending, 65.

The doors are all wide open; at the gate, 315.
The guests were loud, the ale was strong, 222.
The holiest of all holidays are those, 322.

The lights are out, and gone are all the guests,

308.

The Lord descended from above, 466.
The night is come, but not too soon, 4.
The nuns in the cloister, 42.

The old house by the lindens, 109.
The pages of thy book I read, 20.
The panting City cried to the Sea, 356.
The peasant leaves his plough afield, 594.
There is a love that cannot die, 648.
There is a quiet spirit in these woods, 10.
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, 3.
There is no flock, however watched and tended

107.

There sat one day in quiet, 609.
There was a time when I was very small, 608.
The rising moon has hid the stars, 15.
The rivers rush into the sea, 610.

The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, 106.
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, 316.
The sea hath its pearls, 615.

These are the Voices Three, 305.

These words the poet heard in Paradise, 357.
The shades of night were falling fast, 19.
The Slaver in the broad lagoon, 22.
The summer sun is sinking low, 353.
The sun is bright, the air is clear, 15.

The sun is set; and in his latest beams, 316.
The tide rises, the tide falls, 347.
The twilight is sad and cloudy, 105.

The wind is rising; it seizes and shakes, 407.
The works of human artifice soon tire, 652.
The world is full of care, 484.

They made the warrior's grave beside, 650.
The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep,
316.

They were three hundred, they were young and
strong, 658.

This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, 56.
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring
pines and the hemlocks, 71.

This is the place. Stand still, my steed, 55.
This song of mine, 196.

Thora of Rimol! hide me! hide me, 220.
Thorberg Skafting, master-builder, 228.
Thou ancient oak! whose myriad leaves are
loud, 318.

Thou brooklet, all unknown to song, 630.
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, 69.
Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they
grind exceeding small, 616.
Thou mighty Prince of Church and State, 629.
Thou Royal River, born of sun and shower, 320.
Thou that from the heavens art, 617.
Three Kings came riding from far away, 339.
Three miles extended around the fields of the

homestead, on three sides, 598.

Three Silences there are: the first of speech, 320.
Thus for a while he stood, and mused by the
shore of the ocean, 177.

Thus sang the Potter at his task, 329.
Thus, then, much care-worn, 618.

"T is late at night, and in the realm of sleep, 291.
Tityrus, thou in the shade of a spreading beech-

tree reclining, 640.

To-day from the Aurora's bosom, 651.
To gallop off to town post-haste, 632.

To noble heart Love doth for shelter fly, 637.
Torrent of light and river of the air, 316.
Turn, turn, my wheel! Turn round and round,
329.

Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of
gloom, 69.

"T was Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness, 612.
Two angels, one of Life and one of Death, 190.
Two good friends had Hiawatha, 127.

Under a spreading chestnut-tree, 14.
Under Mount Etna he lies, 201.
Under the walls of Monterey, 193.

Until we meet again! That is the meaning, 354.
Up soared the lark into the air, 327.

Viswamitra the Magician, 339.
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, 66.

Warm and still is the summer night, 333.
Welcome, my old friend, 65.
Welcome, O Stork! that dost wing, 639.
We sat within the farm-house old, 106.
What an image of peace and rest, 346.
What is this I read in history, 352.
What phantom is this that appears, 345.
What say the Bells of San Blas, 359.
What shall I do, sweet Nici, tell me, 658.
What should be said of him cannot be said, 637.
What the Immortals, 302.

When Alcuin taught the sons of Charlemagne,

266.

When by night the frogs are croaking, kindle
but a torch's fire, 616.

When Christ was born in Bethlehem, 657.
When descends on the Atlantic, 103.
Whene'er a noble deed is wrought, 197.
When first in ancient time, from Jubal's tongue.
645.

When I compare, 359.

When I remember them, those friends of mine.
314.

When Mazárvan the Magician, 295.
When the dying flame of day, 9.

When the hours of Day are numbered, 4.
When the prime mover of my many sighs, 636.
When the summer fields are mown, 297.
When the summer harvest was gathered in, 649.
When the warm sun, that brings, 7.
When upon the western cloud, 645.
When winter winds are piercing chill, 8.
Where are the Poets, unto whom belong, 358.
Where from the eye of day, 650.
Whereunto is money good, 616. -
Whilom Love was like a fire, and warmth and
comfort it bespoke, 616.

White swan of cities, slumbering in thy nest, 319.
Whither, thou turbid wave, 609.

Who knocks, who knocks at my door, 657.
Who love would seek, 616.

Why dost thou wildly rush and roar, 358.

Will ever the dear days come back again, 631.
Will then, Duperrier, thy sorrow be eternal ?

628.

With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas, 342.
With snow-white veil and garments as of flame,

292.

With what a glory comes and goes the year, 8.
With what a hollow dirge, its voice did fill, 651.
Witlaf, a king of the Saxons. 109.
Worn with speed is my good steed, 52.

Ye sentinels of sleep, 305.

Yes, the moment shall decide, 306.
Yes, the Year is growing old, 6.

Yet not in vain, O River of Yesterday, 321.
Ye voices, that arose, 11.

You shall hear how Hiawatha, 124.

You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, 137, 149.

Fire of Driftwood, The, 106.
Florentine Song, A, 657.
FLOWER-DE-LUCE, 287.

Flower-de-Luce, 287.

Flowers, 5.

Fontenay, 656.

Footsteps of Angels, 4.

Forest of Gastine, To the, 655.
Forsaken, 618.

Four by the Clock, 354.

Four Lakes of Madison, The, 351.

Four Princesses at Wilna, The, 322.

Fragment, A, 359.
FRAGMENTS, 360.
Friar Lubin, 632.
Frithiof's Farewell, 600.

Frithiof's Homestead, 598.
Frithiof's Temptation, 599.
From my Arm-Chair, 343.

From the Cancioneros, 597.
Fugitive, The, 638.

Galaxy, The, 316.

Gaspar Becerra, 110.

Giles Corey of the Salem Farms, 495.

Giotto's Tower, 291.

Gleam of Sunshine, A, 55.

Gleaner of Sapri, The, 658.

Glove of Black in White Hand Bare, 597.

Goblet of Life, The, 17.

Kambalu, 247.

Keats, 316.

KERAMOS, 329.

Killed at the Ford, 291.

King Christian, C07.

King Robert of Sicily, 215.
King Trisanku, 339.

King Witlaf's Drinking-Horn, 109,

Ladder of St. Augustine, The, 186.
Lady Wentworth, 255.

Leap of Roushan Beg, The, 338.
Legend Beautiful, The, 257.

Legend of the Cross-Bill, The, 615.
Legend of Rabbi Ben Levi, The, 214.
L'Envoi (Ultima Thule), 348.

L'Envoi (Voices of the Night), 11.
Let me go Warm, 651.
Lighthouse, The, 106.

Light of Stars, The, 4.

Loss and Gain, 359.

Lover's Complaint, The, 652.

Lover's Rock, 648.

Luck of Edenhall, The, 613.

Lunatic Girl, 647.