| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | "The Rock" In El Ghor | Dead Petra in her hill-tomb sleeps, | | 52 | 905 |
| 2: | A Christmas Carmen | Sound over all waters, reach out from all lands, | 1873 | 27 | 1079 |
| 3: | A Day | Talk not of sad November, when a day | 1886 | 24 | 1124 |
| 4: | A Dream Of Summer | Bland as the morning breath of June | 1847 | 32 | 1198 |
| 5: | A Greeting | Thrice welcome from the Land of Flowers | | 55 | 851 |
| 6: | A Lament | The circle is broken, one seat is forsaken, | | 44 | 862 |
| 7: | A Lay Of Old Time | One morning of the first sad Fall, | | 48 | 847 |
| 8: | A Legacy | Friend of my many years | 1887 | 20 | 881 |
| 9: | A Letter | Tis over, Moses! All is lost! | | 136 | 844 |
| 10: | A Memorial | O thicker, deeper, darker growing, | 1863 | 76 | 832 |
| 11: | A Memory | Here, while the loom of Winter weaves | | 28 | 870 |
| 12: | A Mystery | The river hemmed with leaning trees | 1873 | 48 | 891 |
| 13: | A Name | The name the Gallic exile bore, | 1880 | 48 | 909 |
| 14: | A Sabbath Scene | Scarce had the solemn Sabbath-bell | | 104 | 869 |
| 15: | A Sea Dream | We saw the slow tides go and come, | 1894 | 113 | 1068 |
| 16: | A Song For The Time | Up, laggards of Freedom! our free flag is cast | | 32 | 797 |
| 17: | A Song Inscribed To The Fremont Clubs | Beneath thy skies, November! | | 31 | 812 |
| 18: | A Song Of Harvest | This day, two hundred years ago, | | 32 | 863 |
| 19: | A Spiritual Manifestation | To-day the plant by Williams set | | 152 | 992 |
| 20: | A Summer Pilgrimage | To kneel before some saintly shrine, | 1883 | 96 | 1105 |
| 21: | A Summons | Men of the North-land! where's the manly spirit | | 68 | 662 |
| 22: | A Welcome To Lowell | Take our hands, James Russell Lowell, | | 48 | 645 |
| 23: | A Woman | Oh, dwarfed and wronged, and stained with ill, | | 20 | 654 |
| 24: | A Word For The Hour | The firmament breaks up. In black eclipse | 1861 | 29 | 697 |
| 25: | Abolition Of Slavery In The District Of Columbia, 1862 | When first I saw our banner wave | 1862 | 68 | 668 |
| 26: | Abraham Davenport | In the old days (a custom laid aside | | 89 | 632 |
| 27: | Abram Morrison | Midst the men and things which will | 1884 | 125 | 868 |
| 28: | Adjustment | The tree of Faith its bare, dry boughs must shed | | 28 | 625 |
| 29: | Aechdeacon Barbour | Through the long hall the shuttered windows shed | | 519 | 622 |
| 30: | After Election | The day's sharp strife is ended now, | | 36 | 691 |
| 31: | All’s Well | The clouds, which rise with thunder, slake | | 10 | 685 |
| 32: | Among The Hills | Along the roadside, like the flowers of gold | 1868 | 501 | 896 |
| 33: | Amy Wentworth - To William Bradford | As they who watch by sick-beds find relief | 1862 | 152 | 970 |
| 34: | An Artist Of The Beautiful | Haunted of Beauty, like the marvellous youth | | 14 | 717 |
| 35: | An Autograph | I write my name as one, | 1882 | 64 | 988 |
| 36: | An Easter Flower Gift | O dearest bloom the seasons know, | | 12 | 664 |
| 37: | An Outdoor Reception | On these green banks, where falls too soon | | 108 | 594 |
| 38: | Andrew Rykman’s Prayer | Andrew Rykman’s dead and gone; | | 210 | 871 |
| 39: | Anniversary Poem | Once more, dear friends, you meet beneath | | 115 | 909 |
| 40: | April | T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a bird | 1852 | 33 | 876 |
| 41: | Arisen At Last | I said I stood upon thy grave, | | 36 | 664 |
| 42: | Astraea | O poet rare and old! Thy words are prophecies; | | 28 | 643 |
| 43: | Astræa at the Capitol | When first I saw our banner wave | 1862 | 68 | 851 |
| 44: | At Eventide | Poor and inadequate the shadow-play | 1878 | 20 | 1028 |
| 45: | At Last | When on my day of life the night is falling, | | 28 | 623 |
| 46: | At Port Royal | The tent-lights glimmer on the land, | 1862 | 105 | 989 |
| 47: | At School-Close | The end has come, as come it must | | 60 | 655 |
| 48: | At Washington | With a cold and wintry noon-light. | | 135 | 631 |
| 49: | Autumn Thoughts | Gone hath the Spring, with all its flowers, | 1849 | 20 | 1012 |
| 50: | Banished From Massachusetts | Over the threshold of his pleasant home | | | 656 |
| 51: | Barbara Frietchie | Up from the meadows rich with corn, | | 60 | 1059 |
| 52: | Barclay Of Ury | Up the streets of Aberdeen, | | 126 | 959 |
| 53: | Bayard Taylor | And where now, Bayard, will thy footsteps tend?" | | 42 | 647 |
| 54: | Benedicite | God's love and peace be with thee, where | | 39 | 764 |
| 55: | Between The Gates | Between the gates of birth and death | | 40 | 705 |
| 56: | Birchbrook Mill | A noteless stream, the Birchbrook runs | | 64 | 554 |
| 57: | Brown Of Ossawatomie | John Brown of Ossawatomie spake on his dying day: | | 24 | 663 |
| 58: | Bryant On His Birthday | We praise not now the poet's art, | | 24 | 604 |
| 59: | Burial Of Barber | Bear him, comrades, to his grave; | | 72 | 632 |
| 60: | Burning Drift-Wood | Before my drift-wood fire I sit, | | 88 | 632 |
| 61: | Burns | No more these simple flowers belong | | 116 | 610 |
| 62: | By Their Works | Call him not heretic whose works attest | | 10 | 642 |
| 63: | Calef In Boston, 1692 | In the solemn days of old, | | 40 | 705 |
| 64: | Cassandra Southwick | To the God of all sure mercies let my blessing rise today, | | 148 | 624 |
| 65: | Centennial Hymn | Our fathers' God! from out whose hand | | 36 | 672 |
| 66: | Chalkey Hall | How bland and sweet the greeting of this breeze | | 85 | 597 |
| 67: | Channing | Not vainly did old poets tell, | | 96 | 634 |
| 68: | Chicago | Men said at vespers: "All is well!" | | 40 | 641 |
| 69: | Child-Songs | Still linger in our noon of time | | 56 | 647 |
| 70: | Clerical Oppressors | Just God! and these are they | | 48 | 610 |
| 71: | Cobbler Keezar’s Vision | The beaver cut his timber | 1861 | 192 | 969 |
| 72: | Conduct | Heed how thou livest. Do no act by day | | 6 | 613 |
| 73: | Conductor Bradley | Conductor Bradley, (always may his name | | 30 | 645 |
| 74: | Daniel Neall | Friend of the Slave, and yet the friend of all; | | 30 | 655 |
| 75: | Daniel Wheeler | O Dearly loved! And worthy of our love! No more | | 142 | 642 |
| 76: | Dedication - Songs Of Labor | I would the gift I offer here | | 45 | 1525 |
| 77: | Democracy | Bearer of Freedom's holy light, | | 72 | 1312 |
| 78: | Derne | Night on the city of the Moor! | | 127 | 1319 |
| 79: | Disarmament | Put up the sword!" The voice of Christ once more | | 32 | 1332 |
| 80: | Divine Compassion | Long since, a dream of heaven I had, | | 40 | 1389 |
| 81: | Ego | On page of thine I cannot trace | | 144 | 1377 |
| 82: | Ein Feste Burg ist Unser Gott - (Luther’s Hymn) | We wait beneath the furnace-blast | 1861 | 81 | 1008 |
| 83: | Elliott | Hands off! thou tithe-fat plunderer! play | | 48 | 1315 |
| 84: | Eva | Dry the tears for holy Eva, | | 28 | 1316 |
| 85: | Expostulation | Our fellow-countrymen in chains! | | 112 | 2108 |
| 86: | Extract From "A New England Legend" | How has New England's romance fled, | | 73 | 1340 |
| 87: | Ezekiel | They hear Thee not, O God! nor see; | | 120 | 634 |
| 88: | First-Day Thoughts | In calm and cool and silence, once again | | 22 | 705 |
| 89: | Fitz-Greene Halleck | Among their graven shapes to whom | | 56 | 626 |
| 90: | Flowers In Winter | How strange to greet, this frosty morn, | 1855 | 68 | 1076 |
| 91: | For An Autumn festival | The Persian's flowery gifts, the shrine | | 48 | 669 |
| 92: | For Righteousness' Sake | The age is dull and mean. Men creep, | | 35 | 635 |
| 93: | Forgiveness | My heart was heavy, for its trust had been | | 14 | 718 |
| 94: | Freedom In Brazil | With clearer light, Cross of the South, shine forth | | 48 | 622 |
| 95: | From Perugia | The tall, sallow guardsmen their horsetails have spread, | | 78 | 639 |
| 96: | Funeral Tree Of The Sokokis | Around Sebago's lonely lake | | 99 | 598 |
| 97: | Garden | O painter of the fruits and flowers, | | 36 | 736 |
| 98: | Garibaldi | In trance and dream of old, God's prophet saw | | 33 | 713 |
| 99: | Garrison | The storm and peril overpast, | | 40 | 727 |
| 100: | George L. Stearns | He has done the work of a true man, | | 40 | 649 |
| 101: | Giving And Taking | Who gives and hides the giving hand, | | 24 | 633 |
| 102: | Godspeed | Outbound, your bark awaits you. Were I one | | 14 | 642 |
| 103: | Gone | Another hand is beckoning us, | | 60 | 611 |
| 104: | Greeting | I spread a scanty board too late; | 1881 | 30 | 1288 |
| 105: | Hampton Beach | The sunlight glitters keen and bright, | 1843 | 75 | 1286 |
| 106: | Haverhill | O river winding to the sea! | | 124 | 621 |
| 107: | Hazel Blossoms | The summer warmth has left the sky, | 1874 | 45 | 1390 |
| 108: | Help | Dream not, O Soul, that easy is the task | | 14 | 652 |
| 109: | How Mary Grew | With wisdom far beyond her years, | | 32 | 634 |
| 110: | How The Robin Came | Happy young friends, sit by me, | | 76 | 626 |
| 111: | How The Women Went From Dover | The tossing spray of Cocheco's fall | | 116 | 597 |
| 112: | Howard At Atlanta | Right in the track where Sherman | | 56 | 613 |
| 113: | Hymn | O none in all the world before | 1863 | 28 | 1305 |
| 114: | Hymn For The Celebration Of Emancipation At Newburyport | Not unto us who did but seek | | 48 | 602 |
| 115: | Hymn For The House Of Worship At Georgetown, Erected In Memory Of A Mother | Thou dwellest not, O Lord of all | | 28 | 627 |
| 116: | Hymn For The Opening Of Plymouth Church, St. Paul, Minnesota | All things are Thine: no gift have we, | | 20 | 632 |
| 117: | Hymn For The Opening Of Thomas Starr King’s House Of Worship, 1864 | Amidst these glorious works of Thine, | | 45 | 606 |
| 118: | Hymn I | O thou, whose presence went before | | 40 | 647 |
| 119: | Hymn II | O Holy Father! just and true | | 32 | 634 |
| 120: | Hymn Of The Children | Thine are all the gifts, O God! | | 20 | 595 |
| 121: | Hymn Of The Dunkers | Wake, sisters, wake! the day-star shines; | | 52 | 600 |
| 122: | Hymn, Sung At Christmas By The Scholars Of St. Helena’s Island, S.C. | Oh, none in all the world before | | 28 | 636 |
| 123: | Hymns From The French Of Lamartine | "Encore un hymne, O ma lyre | | 144 | 633 |
| 124: | Hymns Of The Brahmo Somaj | The mercy, O Eternal One! | | 40 | 596 |
| 125: | I Was A Stranger, And Ye Took Me In | Neath skies that winter never knew | | 32 | 857 |
| 126: | Ichabod | So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn | | 36 | 563 |
| 127: | Immortal Love, Forever Full | Immortal love, forever full, | | 36 | 647 |
| 128: | In Memory - James T. Fields | As a guest who may not stay | | 54 | 619 |
| 129: | In Peace | A track of moonlight on a quiet lake, | | 35 | 670 |
| 130: | In Quest | Have I not voyaged, friend beloved, with thee | | 57 | 587 |
| 131: | In Remembrance Of Joseph Sturge | In the fair land o'erwatched by Ischia's mountains, | | 100 | 545 |
| 132: | In School-Days | Still sits the school-house by the road, | | 44 | 1322 |
| 133: | In The "Old South" | She came and stood in the Old South Church, | | 52 | 618 |
| 134: | In The Evil Days | The evil days have come, the poor | | 55 | 2128 |
| 135: | Incription To Milton | The new world honors him whose lofty plea | | 4 | 1335 |
| 136: | Inscription On A Fountain | Stranger and traveller, Drink freely and bestow | | 8 | 1281 |
| 137: | Inscription-For The Relief By Preston Powers | The Eagle, stooping from yon snow-blown peaks, | | 4 | 1266 |
| 138: | Inscriptions On A Sun-Dial | With warning hand I mark Time's rapid flight | | 4 | 1267 |
| 139: | Invocation | Through Thy clear spaces, Lord, of old, | | 30 | 2137 |
| 140: | Italy | Across the sea I heard the groans | 1860 | 30 | 1266 |
| 141: | James Russell Lowell | From purest wells of English undefiled | | 8 | 1319 |
| 142: | John Underhill | A score of years had come and gone | | 150 | 2108 |
| 143: | June On The Merrimac | O dwellers in the stately towns, | | 116 | 1247 |
| 144: | Kallundborg Church ( From The Tent On The Beach) | Build at Kallundborg by the sea | | 88 | 1299 |
| 145: | Kathleen | O Norah, lay your basket down, | | 116 | 1132 |
| 146: | Kenoza Lake | As Adam did in Paradise, | | 56 | 1143 |
| 147: | King Solomon And The Ants | Out from Jerusalem The king rode with his great | | 56 | 1212 |
| 148: | King Volmer And Elsie | Where, over heathen doom-rings and gray stones of the Horg, | | 104 | 1057 |
| 149: | Kinsman | Where ceaseless Spring her garland twines, | | 20 | 1065 |
| 150: | Kossuth | Type of two mighty continents! combining | | 29 | 1166 |
| 151: | Laus Deo | It is done! Clang of bell and roar of gun | | 60 | 1054 |
| 152: | Laying Up Treasure | Before the Ender comes, whose charioteer | | 6 | 1029 |
| 153: | Le Marais Du Cygne | A blush as of roses Where rose never grew! | | 72 | 1160 |
| 154: | Leggett’s Monument | Yes, pile the marble o'er him! It is well | | 14 | 959 |
| 155: | Letter From A Missionary Of The Methodist Episcopal Church South, In Kansas, To A Distinguished Politician. Douglas Mission 1854. | Last week the Lord be praised for all His mercies | | 90 | 964 |
| 156: | Lexington | No Berserk thirst of blood had they, | | 44 | 1003 |
| 157: | Lines From A Letter To A Young Clerical Friend | A strength Thy service cannot tire, | | 28 | 933 |
| 158: | Lines On A Fly-Leaf | I need not ask thee, for my sake, | | 83 | 931 |
| 159: | Lines On The Death Of S. Oliver Torrey | Gone before us, O our brother, | | 56 | 948 |
| 160: | Lines On The Portrait Of A Celebrated Publisher | A moony breadth of virgin face, | | 56 | 949 |
| 161: | Lucy Hooper | They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, | | 111 | 922 |
| 162: | Lydia H. Sigourney | She sang alone, ere womanhood had known | | 4 | 976 |
| 163: | Mabel Martin | I call the old time back: I bring my lay | | 330 | 1007 |
| 164: | Marguerite | The robins sang in the orchard, the buds into blossoms grew; | | 46 | 970 |
| 165: | Mary Garvin | From the heart of Waumbek Methna, from the lake that never fails, | | 94 | 837 |
| 166: | Massachusetts To Virginia | The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way, | | 96 | 881 |
| 167: | Maud Muller | Maud Muller on a summer’s day, | 1854 | 110 | 758 |
| 168: | Memories | A beautiful and happy girl, | | 81 | 1522 |
| 169: | Miriam | One Sabbath day my friend and I | | 435 | 814 |
| 170: | Mithridates At Chios | Know’st thou, O slave-cursed land | 1868 | 36 | 714 |
| 171: | Mogg Megone - Part I | Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone, | | 479 | 823 |
| 172: | Mogg Megone - Part II | Tis morning over Norridgewock, | | 533 | 830 |
| 173: | Mogg Megone - Part III | Ah! weary Priest! with pale hands pressed | | 300 | 802 |
| 174: | Moloch In State Street | The moon has set: while yet the dawn | | 72 | 777 |
| 175: | Mountain Pictures | Once more, O Mountains of the North, unveil | 1862 | 87 | 758 |
| 176: | Mulford | Unnoted as the setting of a star | | 6 | 822 |
| 177: | My Birthday | Beneath the moonlight and the snow | 1871 | 64 | 742 |
| 178: | My Dream | In my dream, methought I trod, | | 76 | 829 |
| 179: | My Namesake | You scarcely need my tardy thanks, | | 172 | 776 |
| 180: | My Playmate | The pines were dark on Ramoth hill, | 1860 | 64 | 753 |
| 181: | My Psalm | I mourn no more my vanished years | | 68 | 795 |
| 182: | My Soul And I | Stand still, my soul, in the silent dark | | 184 | 766 |
| 183: | My Thanks | T is said that in the Holy Land | | 68 | 771 |
| 184: | My Triumph | The autumn-time has come; | 1870 | 72 | 739 |
| 185: | My Trust | A picture memory brings to me | 1880 | 36 | 799 |
| 186: | Naples - 1860 | I give thee joy! I know to thee | | 42 | 859 |
| 187: | Nauhaught, The Deacon | Nauhaught, the Indian deacon, who of old | | 108 | 770 |
| 188: | New Hampshire | God bless New Hampshire! from her granite peaks | | 20 | 770 |
| 189: | Norembega | The winding way the serpent takes | | 116 | 755 |
| 190: | Norumbega Hall | Not on Penobscot's wooded bank the spires | | 14 | 745 |
| 191: | O. W. Holmes On His Eightieth Birth-Day | Climbing a path which leads back never more | | 14 | 706 |
| 192: | Official Piety | A pious magistrate! sound his praise throughout | | 33 | 753 |
| 193: | On A Prayer-Book, With its Frontispiece, Ary Scheffer’s "Christus Consolator," Americanized By The Omission of The Black Man | O Ary Scheffer! when beneath thine eye, | | 71 | 572 |
| 194: | On Receiving An Eagle’s Quill From Lake Superior | All day the darkness and the cold | 1849 | 80 | 849 |
| 195: | On The Big Horn | The years are but half a score, | | 54 | 607 |
| 196: | One Of The Signers | O storied vale of Merrimac | | 52 | 614 |
| 197: | Our Autocrat | His laurels fresh from song and lay, | | 40 | 584 |
| 198: | Our Country | We give thy natal day to hope, | | 100 | 598 |
| 199: | Our Master | Immortal Love, forever full, Forever flowing free, | | 152 | 575 |
| 200: | Our River | Once more on yonder laurelled height | 1861 | 72 | 808 |
| 201: | Our State | The South-land boasts its teeming cane, | | 28 | 554 |
| 202: | Overruled | The threads our hands in blindness spin | | 20 | 571 |
| 203: | Paean | Now, joy and thanks forevermore! | | 56 | 669 |
| 204: | Palestine | Blest land of Judea! thrice hallowed of song, | | 68 | 629 |
| 205: | Pennsylvania Hall | Not with the splendors of the days of old, | | 152 | 575 |
| 206: | Pentucket | How sweetly on the wood-girt town | | 88 | 660 |
| 207: | Pictures | Light, warmth, and sprouting greenness, and o’er all | | 44 | 843 |
| 208: | Proem | I love the old melodious lays | | 35 | 638 |
| 209: | Questions Of Life | A bending staff I would not break, | | 167 | 1186 |
| 210: | R. S. S., At Deer Island On The Merrimac | Make, for he loved thee well, our Merrimac, | | 14 | 618 |
| 211: | Rabbi Ismael | The Rabbi Ishmael, with the woe and sin | | 27 | 657 |
| 212: | Randolph Of Roanoke | O Mother Earth! upon thy lap | | 120 | 615 |
| 213: | Rantoul | One day, along the electric wire | | 88 | 616 |
| 214: | Raphael | I shall not soon forget that sight | | 76 | 667 |
| 215: | Red Riding-Hood | On the wide lawn the snow lay deep, | 1877 | 55 | 985 |
| 216: | Remembrance | Friend of mine! whose lot was cast | | 39 | 606 |
| 217: | Requirement | We live by Faith; but Faith is not the slave | | 14 | 603 |
| 218: | Requital | As Islam's Prophet, when his last day drew | | 14 | 569 |
| 219: | Response | Beside that milestone where the level sun, | | 14 | 949 |
| 220: | Revelation | Still, as of old, in Beavor's Vale, | | 55 | 601 |
| 221: | Revisited | The roll of drums and the bugle's wailing | | 64 | 574 |
| 222: | Ritner | Thank God for the token! one lip is still free, | | 70 | 547 |
| 223: | Samuel J. Tilden | Once more, O all-adjusting Death! | | 18 | 572 |
| 224: | Seed-Time And Harvest | As o'er his furrowed fields which lie | | 32 | 593 |
| 225: | Skipper Ireson’s Ride | Of all the rides since, the birth of time, | 1857 | 99 | 899 |
| 226: | Snow-Bound - A Winter Idyl | Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, | 1866 | 759 | 967 |
| 227: | Song Of Slaves In The Desert | Where are we going? where are we going, | | 42 | 534 |
| 228: | Song Of The Negro Boatman | Oh, praise an' tanks! De Lord he come | | 68 | 584 |
| 229: | St. Gregory's Guest | A tale for Roman guides to tell | | 52 | 591 |
| 230: | St. John. 1647 | To the winds give our banner! | | 144 | 626 |
| 231: | St. Martin’s Summer | Though flowers have perished at the touch | 1880 | 76 | 1053 |
| 232: | Stanzas For The Times | Is this the land our fathers loved, | | 84 | 535 |
| 233: | Storm On Lake Asquam | A cloud, like that the old-time Hebrew saw | 1882 | 24 | 1032 |
| 234: | Summer By The Lakeside | White clouds, whose shadows haunt the deep, | 1853 | 107 | 993 |
| 235: | Sumner | O Mother State! the winds of March | | 212 | 565 |
| 236: | Sunset On The Bearcamp | A gold fringe on the purpling hem | 1876 | 84 | 1002 |
| 237: | Sweet Fern | The subtle power in perfume found | | 40 | 1047 |
| 238: | Tauler | Tauler, the preacher, walked, one autumn day, | | 83 | 594 |
| 239: | Telling The Bees | Here is the place; right over the hill | 1858 | 56 | 1013 |
| 240: | The "Story Of Ida" | Weary of jangling noises never stilled, | | 14 | 588 |
| 241: | The Angel Of Patience | To weary hearts, to mourning homes, | | 24 | 595 |
| 242: | The Angels Of Buena Vista | Speak and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away, | | 68 | 1280 |
| 243: | The Answer | Spare me, dread angel of reproof, | | 68 | 1311 |
| 244: | The Barefoot Boy | Blessings on thee, little man, | 1855 | 102 | 905 |
| 245: | The Bartholdi Statue | The land, that, from the rule of kings, | | 24 | 1273 |
| 246: | The Battle Autumn Of 1862 | The flags of war like storm-birds fly, | 1862 | 44 | 926 |
| 247: | The Bay Of Seven Islands | From the green Amesbury hill which bears the name | | 192 | 1286 |
| 248: | The Birthday Wreath | Blossom and greenness, making all | | 30 | 2194 |
| 249: | The Book | Gallery of sacred pictures manifold, | | 14 | 1271 |
| 250: | The Branded Hand | Welcome home again, brave seaman! with thy thoughtful brow and gray, | | 52 | 1261 |
| 251: | The Brewing Of Soma | The fagots blazed, the caldron's smoke | | 85 | 1268 |
| 252: | The Bridal Of Pennacook | We had been wandering for many days | | 735 | 1222 |
| 253: | The Brother Of Mercy | Piero Luca, known of all the town | | 94 | 1243 |
| 254: | The Brown Dwarf Of Rugen | The pleasant isle of Rugen looks the Baltic water o'er, | | 72 | 1224 |
| 255: | The Cable Hymn | O lonely bay of Trinity, O dreary shores, give ear! | | 60 | 1285 |
| 256: | The Call Of The Christian | Not always as the whirlwind's rush | | 56 | 1243 |
| 257: | The Captain’s Well | From pain and peril, by land and main, | | 96 | 1249 |
| 258: | The Changeling (From The Tent On The Beach) | For the fairest maid in Hampton | | 108 | 1008 |
| 259: | The Chapel Of The Hermits | I do believe, and yet, in grief, | | 376 | 1033 |
| 260: | The Christian Slave | A Christian! going, gone! | | 60 | 1057 |
| 261: | The Christian Tourists | No aimless wanderers, by the fiend Unrest | | 64 | 972 |
| 262: | The Christmas Of 1888 | Low in the east, against a white, cold dawn, | | 30 | 1009 |
| 263: | The Cities Of The Plain | Get ye up from the wrath of God's terrible day! | | 36 | 948 |
| 264: | The Clear Vision | I did but dream. I never knew | | 48 | 969 |
| 265: | The Common Question | Behind us at our evening meal | | 36 | 927 |
| 266: | The Conquest Of Finland | Across the frozen marshes | | 68 | 952 |
| 267: | The Corn-Song | Heap high the farmer’s wintry hoard! | | 52 | 946 |
| 268: | The Countess - To E. W. | I know not, Time and Space so intervene, | 1863 | 177 | 945 |
| 269: | The Crisis | Across the Stony Mountains, o'er the desert's drouth and sand, | | 72 | 995 |
| 270: | The Cross | The cross, if rightly borne, shall be | | 20 | 965 |
| 271: | The Crucifixion | Sunlight upon Judha's hills! | | 48 | 1035 |
| 272: | The Cry Of A Lost Soul | In that black forest, where, when day is done, | 1862 | 45 | 1000 |
| 273: | The Curse Of The Charter-Breakers | In Westminster's royal halls, | | 100 | 916 |
| 274: | The Cypress-Tree Of Ceylon | They sat in silent watchfulness | | 68 | 936 |
| 275: | The Dead Feast Of The Kol-Folk | We have opened the door, Once, twice, thrice! | | 77 | 934 |
| 276: | The Dead Ship Of Harpswell | What flecks the outer gray beyond | | 82 | 940 |
| 277: | The Demon Of The Study | The Brownie sits in the Scotchman's room, | | 114 | 949 |
| 278: | The Disenthralled | He had bowed down to drunkenness, | | 40 | 942 |
| 279: | The Dole Of Jarl Thorkell | The land was pale with famine | | 112 | 923 |
| 280: | The Double-Headed Snake Of Newbury | Far away in the twilight time | | 96 | 952 |
| 281: | The Dream Of Pio Nono | It chanced that while the pious troops of France | | 68 | 762 |
| 282: | The Drovers | Through heat and cold, and shower and sun, | | 104 | 751 |
| 283: | The Emancipation Group | Amidst thy sacred effigies Of old renown give place, | | 28 | 764 |
| 284: | The Eternal Goodness | O Friends! with whom my feet have trod | | 88 | 819 |
| 285: | The Eve Of Election | From gold to gray Our mild sweet day | | 96 | 790 |
| 286: | The Exiles. 1660 | The goodman sat beside his door | | 240 | 767 |
| 287: | The Familist's Hymn | Father! to Thy suffering poor | | 88 | 776 |
| 288: | The Farewell Of A Virginia Slave Mother | Gone, gone, sold and gone | | 72 | 805 |
| 289: | The Female Martyr | Bring out your dead!" The midnight street | | 91 | 775 |
| 290: | The First Flowers | For ages on our river borders, | 1857 | 48 | 1042 |
| 291: | The Fishermen | Hurrah! the seaward breezes | | 80 | 817 |
| 292: | The Fountain | Traveller! on thy journey toiling | | 114 | 794 |
| 293: | The Freed Islands | A few brief years have passed away | | 50 | 763 |
| 294: | The Friend’s Burial | My thoughts are all in yonder town, | | 84 | 776 |
| 295: | The Frost Spirit | He comes, he comes, the Frost Spirit comes, you may trace his footsteps now, | 1830 | 20 | 1000 |
| 296: | The Fruit-Gift | Last night, just as the tints of autumn’s sky | 1854 | 29 | 1025 |
| 297: | The Funeral Tree Of The Sokokis. 1756 | Around Sebago's lonely lake | | 99 | 863 |
| 298: | The Gallows | The suns of eighteen centuries have shone | | 103 | 730 |
| 299: | The Garrison Of Cape Ann | From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like span | | 92 | 740 |
| 300: | The Gift Of Tritemius | Tritemius of Herbipolis, one day, | | 45 | 722 |
| 301: | The Golden Wedding Of Longwood | With fifty years between you and your well-kept wedding vow, | | 42 | 719 |
| 302: | The Grave By The Lake | Where the Great Lake's sunny smiles | | 308 | 701 |
| 303: | The Haschish | Of all that Orient lands can vaunt | | 48 | 705 |
| 304: | The Healer | So stood of old the holy Christ | | 32 | 621 |
| 305: | The Henchman | My lady walks her morning round, | 1877 | 44 | 1224 |
| 306: | The Hermit Of Thebaid | O strong, upwelling prayers of faith, | | 116 | 568 |
| 307: | The Hero | O for a knight like Bayard, | | 104 | 538 |
| 308: | The Hill-Top | The burly driver at my side, | | 80 | 587 |
| 309: | The Hive At Gettysburg | In the old Hebrew myth the lion's frame, | | 32 | 729 |
| 310: | The Holy Land - From Lamartine | I have not felt, o'er seas of sand, | | 48 | 591 |
| 311: | The Homestead | Against the wooded hills it stands, | | 76 | 611 |
| 312: | The Human Sacrifice | Far from his close and noisome cell, | | 182 | 601 |
| 313: | The Hunters Of Men | Have ye heard of our hunting, o'er mountain and glen, | | 50 | 562 |
| 314: | The Huskers | It was late in mild October, and the long autumnal rain | | 52 | 621 |
| 315: | The Inward Judge | The soul itself its awful witness is. | | 12 | 557 |
| 316: | The Jubilee Singers | Voice of a people suffering long, | | 18 | 533 |
| 317: | The Kansas Emigrants | We cross the prairie as of old | 1854 | 28 | 1288 |
| 318: | The Khan's Devil | The Khan came from Bokhara town | | 58 | 544 |
| 319: | The King's Missive | Under the great hill sloping bare | | 144 | 526 |
| 320: | The Knight Of St. John | Ere down yon blue Carpathian hills | | 72 | 699 |
| 321: | The Lakeside | The shadows round the inland sea | 1849 | 40 | 1241 |
| 322: | The Landmarks | Through the streets of Marblehead | | 96 | 557 |
| 323: | The Last Eve Of Summer | Summer's last sun nigh unto setting shines | | 36 | 559 |
| 324: | The Last Walk In Autumn | O’er the bare woods, whose outstretched hands | 1857 | 224 | 1240 |
| 325: | The Laurels | From these wild rocks I look to-day | | 28 | 765 |
| 326: | The Legend Of St. Mark | The day is closing dark and cold, | | 80 | 522 |
| 327: | The Library | Let there be light!" God spake of old, | | 32 | 564 |
| 328: | The Light That Is Felt | A tender child of summers three, | | 15 | 514 |
| 329: | The Lost Occasion | Some die too late and some too soon, | | 86 | 1036 |
| 330: | The Lost Statesman | As they who, tossing midst the storm at night, | | 27 | 945 |
| 331: | The Lumbermen | Wildly round our woodland quarters | | 144 | 870 |
| 332: | The Maids Of Attitash | In sky and wave the white clouds swam, | | 144 | 951 |
| 333: | The Mantle Of St. John De Matha. A Legend Of "The Red, White, And Blue," A. D. 1154-1864 | A strong and mighty Angel, | | 116 | 986 |
| 334: | The Mayflowers | Sad Mayflower! watched by winter stars, | | 36 | 761 |
| 335: | The Meeting | The elder folks shook hands at last, | | 243 | 879 |
| 336: | The Memory Of Burns | How sweetly come the holy psalms | | 40 | 949 |
| 337: | The Men Of Old | Well speed thy mission, bold Iconoclast! | | 65 | 879 |
| 338: | The Merrimac | Stream of my fathers! sweetly still | 1841 | 107 | 724 |
| 339: | The Minister’s Daughter | In the minister's morning sermon | | 80 | 932 |
| 340: | The Moral Warfare | When Freedom, on her natal day, | | 24 | 901 |
| 341: | The Mystic’s Christmas | All hail!" the bells of Christmas rang, | | 48 | 792 |
| 342: | The New Exodus | By fire and cloud, across the desert sand, | | 32 | 777 |
| 343: | The New Wife And The Old | Dark the halls, and cold the feast, | | 128 | 745 |
| 344: | The New Year | The wave is breaking on the shore, | | 156 | 778 |
| 345: | The Norsemen | Gift from the cold and silent Past! | | 122 | 794 |
| 346: | The Old Burying-Ground | Our vales are sweet with fern and rose, | 1858 | 88 | 735 |
| 347: | The Over-Heart | Above, below, in sky and sod, | | 65 | 756 |
| 348: | The Pageant | A sound as if from bells of silver, | 1869 | 87 | 795 |
| 349: | The Palatine | Leagues north, as fly the gull and auk, | | 114 | 778 |
| 350: | The Palm-Tree | Is it the palm, the cocoa-palm, | 1858 | 39 | 822 |
| 351: | The Panorama | A! fredome is a nobill thing! | | 7 | 767 |
| 352: | The Pass Of The Sierra | All night above their rocky bed | | 44 | 784 |
| 353: | The Pastoral Letter | So, this is all, the utmost reach | | 120 | 726 |
| 354: | The Peace Autumn | Thank God for rest, where none molest, | | 48 | 711 |
| 355: | The Peace Convention At Brussels | Still in thy streets, O Paris! doth the stain | | 94 | 723 |
| 356: | The Peace Of Europe | Great peace in Europe! Order reigns | | 52 | 690 |
| 357: | The Pennsylvania Pilgrim | I sing the Pilgrim of a softer clime | | 560 | 694 |
| 358: | The Pine Tree | Lift again the stately emblem on the Bay State's rusted shield, | | 24 | 763 |
| 359: | The Pipes At Lucknow | Pipes of the misty moorlands, | | 80 | 739 |
| 360: | The Poet And The Children | With a glory of winter sunshine | | 40 | 771 |
| 361: | The Poor Voter On Election Day | The proudest now is but my peer, | | 32 | 784 |
| 362: | The Prayer Of Agassiz | On the isle of Penikese, | | 103 | 697 |
| 363: | The Prayer-Seeker | Along the aisle where prayer was made, | | 56 | 712 |
| 364: | The Preacher | Its windows flashing to the sky, | | 413 | 557 |
| 365: | The Pressed Gentian | The time of gifts has come again, | 1872 | 32 | 908 |
| 366: | The Prisoner For Debt | Look on him! through his dungeon grate, | | 80 | 613 |
| 367: | The Prisoners Of Naples | I have been thinking of the victims bound | | 77 | 559 |
| 368: | The Problem | Not without envy Wealth at times must look | | 30 | 572 |
| 369: | The Proclamation | Saint Patrick, slave to Milcho of the herds | 1863 | 32 | 913 |
| 370: | The Prophecy Of Samuel Sewall | Up and down the village streets | | 169 | 532 |
| 371: | The Pumpkin | Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, | | 42 | 550 |
| 372: | The Quaker Alumni | From the well-springs of Hudson, the sea-cliffs of Maine, | | 180 | 642 |
| 373: | The Quaker Of The Olden Time | The Quaker of the olden time! | | 32 | 576 |
| 374: | The Ranger | Robert Rawlin! Frosts were falling | | 160 | 558 |
| 375: | The Red River Voyageur | Out and in the river is winding | | 40 | 539 |
| 376: | The Reformer | All grim and soiled and brown with tan, | | 96 | 549 |
| 377: | The Relic | Token of friendship true and tried, | | 84 | 600 |
| 378: | The Rendition | I heard the train's shrill whistle call, | | 32 | 581 |
| 379: | The Reunion | The gulf of seven and fifty years | | 52 | 566 |
| 380: | The Reward | Who, looking backward from his manhood's prime, | | 36 | 523 |
| 381: | The River Path | No bird-song floated down the hill, | 1880 | 42 | 890 |
| 382: | The Robin | My old Welsh neighbor over the way | | 28 | 560 |
| 383: | The Rock-Tomb Of Bradore | A drear and desolate shore! | | 65 | 600 |
| 384: | The Seeking Of The Waterfall | They left their home of summer ease | 1878 | 116 | 894 |
| 385: | The Sentence Of John L. Brown | Ho! thou who seekest late and long | | 99 | 680 |
| 386: | The Shadow And The Light | The fourteen centuries fall away | | 96 | 551 |
| 387: | The Shipbuilders | The sky is ruddy in the east, | | 80 | 888 |
| 388: | The Shoemakers | Ho! workers of the old time styled | | 88 | 570 |
| 389: | The Singer | Years since (but names to me before), | | 96 | 516 |
| 390: | The Sisters | Annie and Rhoda, sisters twain, | | 62 | 508 |
| 391: | The Sisters - A Picture By Barry | The shade for me, but over thee | | 24 | 542 |
| 392: | The Slave Ships | All ready?" cried the captain; | | 128 | 656 |
| 393: | The Slaves Of Martinique | Beams of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten, | | 72 | 539 |
| 394: | The Star Of Bethlehem | Where Time the measure of his hours | | 80 | 557 |
| 395: | The Summons | My ear is full of summer sounds, | 1860 | 30 | 933 |
| 396: | The Swan Song Of Parson Avery | When the reaper's task was ended, and the summer wearing late, | | 51 | 593 |
| 397: | The Sycamores | In the outskirts of the village | | 136 | 528 |
| 398: | The Tent On The Beach | I would not sin, in this half-playful strain, | | 225 | 561 |
| 399: | The Three Bells | Beneath the low-hung night cloud | | 40 | 992 |
| 400: | The Trailing Arbutus | I wandered lonely where the pine-trees made | 1879 | 18 | 1504 |
| 401: | The Truce Of Piscataqua | Raze these long blocks of brick and stone, | | 217 | 542 |
| 402: | The Two Angels | God called the nearest angels who dwell with Him above: | | 22 | 575 |
| 403: | The Two Elizabeths | Amidst Thuringia's wooded hills she dwelt, | | 88 | 565 |
| 404: | The Two Loves | Smoothing soft the nestling head | | 30 | 576 |
| 405: | The Two Rabbins | The Rabbi Nathan two-score years and ten | | 85 | 559 |
| 406: | The Vanishers | Sweetest of all childlike dreams | 1864 | 52 | 1316 |
| 407: | The Vaudois Teacher | O Lady fair, these silks of mine are beautiful and rare, | | 28 | 525 |
| 408: | The Vision Of Echard | The Benedictine Echard | | 192 | 1243 |
| 409: | The Voices | Why urge the long, unequal fight, | | 84 | 553 |
| 410: | The Vow Of Washington | The sword was sheathed: in April's sun | | 76 | 482 |
| 411: | The Waiting | I wait and watch: before my eyes | 1862 | 30 | 1253 |
| 412: | The Watchers | Beside a stricken field I stood; | 1862 | 66 | 2194 |
| 413: | The Well Of Loch Maree | Calm on the breast of Loch Maree | | 24 | 594 |
| 414: | The Wife Of Manoah To Her Husband | Against the sunset's glowing wall | | 92 | 532 |
| 415: | The Wind Of March | Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing | | 36 | 508 |
| 416: | The Wish Of To-Day | I ask not now for gold to gild | | 32 | 1257 |
| 417: | The Wishing Bridge | Among the legends sung or said | | 52 | 2265 |
| 418: | The Witch Of Wenham | Along Crane River's sunny slopes | | 236 | 1220 |
| 419: | The Witch's Daughter | It was the pleasant harvest time, | | 222 | 1267 |
| 420: | The Wood Giant | From Alton Bay to Sandwich Dome, | 1885 | 68 | 1241 |
| 421: | The Wood Giant | From Alton Bay to Sandwich Dome, | | 68 | 1234 |
| 422: | The Word | Voice of the Holy Spirit, making known | | 14 | 1217 |
| 423: | The World’s Convention Of The Friends Of Emancipation, Held In London In 1840 | Yes, let them gather! Summon forth | | 243 | 1250 |
| 424: | The Worship Of Nature | The harp at Nature's advent strung | | 40 | 1299 |
| 425: | The Wreck Of Rivermouth | Rivermouth Rocks are fair to see, | 1864 | 152 | 521 |
| 426: | The Yankee Girl | She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door, | | 44 | 1363 |
| 427: | Theirs | Fate summoned, in gray-bearded age, to act | | 28 | 1262 |
| 428: | Thomas Starr King | The great work laid upon his twoscore years | | 17 | 1019 |
| 429: | Thy Will Be Done | We see not, know not; all our way | 1861 | 35 | 1029 |
| 430: | To ---- | Fair Nature's priestesses! to whom, | | 42 | 1063 |
| 431: | To ------ | Maiden! with the fair brown tresses | | 160 | 1034 |
| 432: | To A Cape Ann Schooner | Luck to the craft that bears this name of mine, | | 14 | 985 |
| 433: | To A Friend | How smiled the land of France | | 84 | 982 |
| 434: | To A Southern Statesman | Is this thy voice whose treble notes of fear | | 41 | 969 |
| 435: | To Avis Keene | Thanks for thy gift Of ocean flowers, | | 79 | 999 |
| 436: | To Charles Sumner | If I have seemed more prompt to censure wrong | | 41 | 952 |
| 437: | To Delaware | Thrice welcome to thy sisters of the East, | | 23 | 969 |
| 438: | To E. C. S. | Poet and friend of poets, if thy glass | | 8 | 1023 |
| 439: | To Englishmen | You flung your taunt across the wave | 1862 | 55 | 1240 |
| 440: | To Faneuil Hall | Men! if manhood still ye claim, | | 48 | 944 |
| 441: | To Fredrika Bremer | Seeress of the misty Norland, | | 28 | 944 |
| 442: | To G. G. | Graceful in name and in thyself, our river | | 16 | 900 |
| 443: | To George B. Cheever | So spake Esaias: so, in words of flame, | | 20 | 1018 |
| 444: | To J. P. | Not as a poor requital of the joy | | 15 | 919 |
| 445: | To James T. Fields | Well thought! who would not rather hear | | 64 | 964 |
| 446: | To John C. Fremont | Thy error, Fremont, simply was to act | 1861 | 26 | 1914 |
| 447: | To Lydia Maria Child | The sweet spring day is glad with music, | | 40 | 877 |
| 448: | To Massachusetts | What though around thee blazes | | 48 | 899 |
| 449: | To My Friend OnThe Death Of His Sister | Thine is a grief, the depth of which another | | 48 | 927 |
| 450: | To My Old Schoolmaster | Old friend, kind friend! lightly down | | 195 | 904 |
| 451: | To My Sister, | Dear Sister! while the wise and sage | | 40 | 544 |
| 452: | To Oliver Wendell Holmes | Among the thousands who with hail and cheer | | 52 | 573 |
| 453: | To Pennsylvania | O state prayer-founded! never hung | | 30 | 543 |
| 454: | To Pius IX | The cannon's brazen lips are cold; | | 76 | 516 |
| 455: | To Ronge | Strike home, strong-hearted man! Down to the root | | 30 | 541 |
| 456: | To Samuel E. Sewall And Harriet W. Sewall, Of Melrose | Olor Iscanus queries: “Why should we | 1863 | 16 | 1231 |
| 457: | To The Memory Of Charles B. Storrs | Thou hast fallen in thine armor, | | 80 | 558 |
| 458: | To The Memory Of Thomas Shipley | Gone to thy Heavenly Father's rest! | | 70 | 553 |
| 459: | To The Reformers Of England | God bless ye, brothers! in the fight | | 60 | 493 |
| 460: | To The Thirty-Ninth Congress | O people-chosen! are ye not | | 51 | 532 |
| 461: | To William H. Seward | Statesman, I thank thee! and, if yet dissent | | 21 | 655 |
| 462: | To William Lloyd Garrison | Champion of those who groan beneath | | 48 | 539 |
| 463: | Toussaint L’Ouverture | T was night. The tranquil moonlight smile | | 247 | 567 |
| 464: | Trinitas | At morn I prayed, "I fain would see | | 69 | 559 |
| 465: | Trust | The same old baffling questions! O my friend, | | 18 | 564 |
| 466: | Utterance | But what avail inadequate words to reach | | 14 | 588 |
| 467: | Valuation | The old Squire said, as he stood by his gate, | | 16 | 600 |
| 468: | Vesta | O Christ of God! whose life and death | | | 595 |
| 469: | Voice Of New England | Up the hillside, down the glen, | | 87 | 499 |
| 470: | Voyage Of The Jettie | A shallow stream, from fountains | 1880 | 126 | 1210 |
| 471: | We May Not Climb The Heavenly Steeps | We may not climb the heavenly steeps | | 24 | 550 |
| 472: | What Of The Day | A sound of tumult troubles all the air, | | 30 | 608 |
| 473: | What The Birds Said | The birds against the April wind | | 44 | 1411 |
| 474: | What The Traveller Said At Sunset | The shadows grow and deepen round me, | | 44 | 2124 |
| 475: | What The Voice Said | Maddened by Earth's wrong and evil, | | 72 | 1247 |
| 476: | William Forster | The years are many since his hand | | 72 | 2081 |
| 477: | William Francis Bartlett | Oh, well may Essex sit forlorn | | 44 | 2026 |
| 478: | Wilson | The lowliest born of all the land, | | 42 | 1218 |
| 479: | Winter Roses | My garden roses long ago | | 32 | 2754 |
| 480: | Within The Gate | We sat together, last May-day, and talked | | 72 | 1235 |
| 481: | Wordsworth | Dear friends, who read the world aright, | | 28 | 1230 |
| 482: | Worship | The Pagan's myths through marble lips are spoken, | | 60 | 1168 |
| 483: | Yorktown | From Yorktown's ruins, ranked and still, | | 80 | 1054 |
