| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | "Lucy" - For Her Golden Wedding, October 18, 1875 | Lucy." - The old familiar name | 1875 | 40 | 484 |
| 2: | A Ballad Of The Boston Tea-Party | No! never such a draught was poured | 1874 | 102 | 946 |
| 3: | A Birthday Tribute - To J. F. Clarke | Who is the shepherd sent to lead, | | 32 | 506 |
| 4: | A Familiar Letter - To Several Correspondents | Yes, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; | | 80 | 463 |
| 5: | A Family Record | Not to myself this breath of vesper song, | | 201 | 408 |
| 6: | A Farewell To Agassiz | How the mountains talked together, | 1865 | 91 | 461 |
| 7: | A Good Time Going! | Brave singer of the coming time, | | 64 | 423 |
| 8: | A Hymn Of Peace | Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long! | | 24 | 540 |
| 9: | A Loving-Cup Song | Come, heap the fagots! Ere we go | 1883 | 42 | 390 |
| 10: | A Memorial Tribute | Leader of armies, Israel's God, | | 84 | 420 |
| 11: | A Metrical Essay, Read Before The Phi Beta Kappa Society, Harvard University, August, 1836 | Scenes of my youth! awake its slumbering fire! | | 648 | 453 |
| 12: | A Modest Request | Scene, - a back parlor in a certain square, | | 222 | 541 |
| 13: | A Noontide Lyric | The dinner-bell, the dinner-bell | | 40 | 481 |
| 14: | A Parting Health - To J. L. Motley | Yes, we knew we must lose him, - though friendship may claim | 1857 | 28 | 401 |
| 15: | A Poem - Dedication Of The Pittsfield Cemetery, September 9,1850 | Angel of Death! extend thy silent reign! | | 122 | 420 |
| 16: | A Poem For The Meeting Of The American Medical Association At New York, May 5, 1853 | I hold a letter in my hand, | | 96 | 525 |
| 17: | A Poem Served To Order | The Caliph ordered up his cook, | 1873 | 72 | 431 |
| 18: | A Portrait | Thoughtful in youth, but not austere in age; | | 14 | 485 |
| 19: | A Portrait | A still, sweet, placid, moonlight face, | | 24 | 428 |
| 20: | A Puritan War Song - To Canaan | Where are you going, soldiers, | 1862 | 60 | 391 |
| 21: | A Rhymed Lesson (Urania) | Yes, dear Enchantress, - wandering far and long, | | 748 | 445 |
| 22: | A Roman Aqueduct | The sun-browned girl, whose limbs recline | | 32 | 443 |
| 23: | A Sea Dialogue | Friend, you seem thoughtful. I not wonder much | 1864 | 56 | 445 |
| 24: | A Sentiment | The pledge of Friendship! it is still divine, | | 24 | 470 |
| 25: | A Sentiment | O Bios Bpaxus, - life is but a song; | | 10 | 473 |
| 26: | A Sentiment | A triple health to Friendship, Science, Art, | 1855 | 14 | 458 |
| 27: | A Sentiment Offered At The Dinner To H. I. H. The Prince Napoleon, At The Revere House, September 25,1861 | The land of sunshine and of song! | | 48 | 385 |
| 28: | A Song For The Centennial Celebration Of Harvard College, 1836 | When the Puritans came over | | 56 | 459 |
| 29: | A Song Of "Twenty-Nine" | The summer dawn is breaking | 1851 | 88 | 402 |
| 30: | A Song Of Other Days | As o'er the glacier's frozen sheet | | 60 | 433 |
| 31: | A Sun-Day Hymn | Lord of all being! throned afar, | | 20 | 443 |
| 32: | A Toast To Wilkie Collins | The painter's and the poet's fame | 1874 | 16 | 445 |
| 33: | A Voice Of The Loyal North | We sing "Our Country's" song to-night | 1861 | 48 | 417 |
| 34: | A Welcome To Dr. Benjamin Apthorp Gould On His Return From South America | Once more Orion and the sister Seven | 1885 | 40 | 373 |
| 35: | Ad Amicos | The muse of boyhood's fervid hour | 1876 | 80 | 432 |
| 36: | Added For The Alumni Meeting, June 29, | So the gray Boatswain of 'Twenty-nine | 1869 | 16 | 436 |
| 37: | Address For The Opening Of The Fifth Avenue Theatre, New York, December 3, 1873 | Hang out our banners on the stately tower | | 158 | 433 |
| 38: | Aestivation - An Unpublished Poem, By My Late Latin Tutor | In candent ire the solar splendor flames; | | 16 | 440 |
| 39: | After A Lecture On Keats | The wreath that star-crowned Shelley gave | | 44 | 396 |
| 40: | After A Lecture On Moore | Shine soft, ye trembling tears of light | | 44 | 457 |
| 41: | After A Lecture On Shelley | One broad, white sail in Spezzia's treacherous bay | | 36 | 474 |
| 42: | After A Lecture On Wordsworth | Come, spread your wings, as I spread mine, | | 100 | 386 |
| 43: | After The Curfew | The Play is over. While the light | 1889 | 44 | 400 |
| 44: | After The Fire | While far along the eastern sky | 1872 | 50 | 440 |
| 45: | Agnes | The tale I tell is gospel true, | | 572 | 436 |
| 46: | Album Verses | When Eve had led her lord away, | | 28 | 358 |
| 47: | All Here | It is not what we say or sing, | 1867 | 73 | 396 |
| 48: | America To Russia (Songs Of Welcome And Farewell) | Though watery deserts hold apart | 1866 | 40 | 430 |
| 49: | American Academy Centennial Celebration | Sire, son, and grandson; so the century glides; | 1880 | 70 | 405 |
| 50: | An After-Dinner Poem | In narrowest girdle, O reluctant Muse, | | 242 | 460 |
| 51: | An Appeal For "The Old South" | Full sevenscore years our city's pride | | 42 | 463 |
| 52: | An Evening Thought - Written At Sea | If sometimes in the dark blue eye, | | 32 | 439 |
| 53: | An Impromptu | The clock has struck noon; ere it thrice tell the hours | | 20 | 403 |
| 54: | Army Hymn - "Old Hundred" | O Lord of Hosts! Almighty King! | | 20 | 429 |
| 55: | At A Birthday Festival - To J. R. Lowell | We will not speak of years to-night, | 1859 | 24 | 402 |
| 56: | At A Dinner To Admiral Farragut | Now, smiling friends and shipmates all, | 1865 | 48 | 443 |
| 57: | At A Dinner To General Grant | When treason first began the strife | 1865 | 72 | 450 |
| 58: | At A Meeting Of Friends | I remember - why, yes! God bless me! and was it so long ago? | | 44 | 438 |
| 59: | At The "Atlantic" Dinner | I suppose it's myself that you're making allusion to | 1874 | 68 | 436 |
| 60: | At The Banquet To The Chinese Embassy | Brothers, whom we may not reach | 1868 | 48 | 425 |
| 61: | At The Banquet To The Grand Duke Alexis | One word to the guest we have gathered to greet! | | 48 | 395 |
| 62: | At The Banquet To The Japanese Embassy | We welcome you, Lords of the Land of the Sun! | | 56 | 413 |
| 63: | At The Close Of A Course Of Lectures | As the voice of the watch to the mariner's dream, | | 36 | 401 |
| 64: | At The Pantomime | The house was crammed from roof to floor, | 1874 | 80 | 444 |
| 65: | At The Papyrus Club | A lovely show for eyes to see | | 40 | 451 |
| 66: | At The Saturday Club | This is our place of meeting; opposite | | 166 | 389 |
| 67: | At The Summit | Sister, we bid you welcome, - we who stand | | 24 | 447 |
| 68: | At The Turn Of The Road | The glory has passed from the goldenrod's plume, | | 32 | 390 |
| 69: | At The Unitarian Festival | The waves unbuild the wasting shore; | 1882 | 12 | 389 |
| 70: | Aunt Tabitha - The Young Girl's Poem | Whatever I do, and whatever I say, | | 32 | 494 |
| 71: | Ave | Full well I know the frozen hand has come | 1884 | 33 | 397 |
| 72: | Avis | I may not rightly call thy name, | | 64 | 429 |
| 73: | Before The Curfew | Alone, beneath the darkened sky, | 1888 | 12 | 401 |
| 74: | Benjamin Peirce - Astronomer, Mathematician. 1809-1890 | For him the Architect of all | 1881 | 40 | 363 |
| 75: | Bill And Joe | Come, dear old comrade, you and I | | 60 | 412 |
| 76: | Birthday Of Daniel Webster (January 18, 1856) | When life hath run its largest round | | 64 | 417 |
| 77: | Boston To Florence | Proud of her clustering spires, her new-built towers, | | 14 | 389 |
| 78: | Brother Jonathan's Lament For Sister Caroline | She has gone, - she has left us in passion and pride, | 1861 | 36 | 426 |
| 79: | Bryant's Seventieth Birthday | O even-handed Nature! we confess | 1864 | 84 | 389 |
| 80: | Cacoethes Scribendi | If all the trees in all the woods were men; | | 12 | 444 |
| 81: | Chanson Without Music By The Professor Emeritus Of Dead And Live Languages | You bid me sing, - can I forget | 1867 | 56 | 427 |
| 82: | Choose You This Day Whom Ye Will Serve | Yes, tyrants, you hate us, and fear while you hate | 1863 | 48 | 407 |
| 83: | Contentment | Little I ask; my wants are few; | | 72 | 405 |
| 84: | Daily Trials By A Sensitive Man | Oh, there are times | | 44 | 469 |
| 85: | De Sauty - An Electro-Chemical Eclogue | Tell me, O Provincial! speak, Ceruleo-Nasal! | | 56 | 421 |
| 86: | Departed Days | Yes, dear departed, cherished days, | | 16 | 399 |
| 87: | Dorothy Q. - A Family Portrait | Grandmother's mother: her age, I guess, | 1871 | 72 | 398 |
| 88: | Edward Everett - "Our First Citizen" | Winter's cold drift lies glistening o'er his breast; | | 72 | 401 |
| 89: | Epilogue To The Breakfast-Table Series Autocrat-Professor-Poet | A crazy bookcase, placed before | | 80 | 431 |
| 90: | Even-Song. | It may be, yes, it must be, Time that brings | 1870 | 126 | 427 |
| 91: | Evening By A Tailor | Day hath put on his jacket, and around | | 51 | 431 |
| 92: | Extracts From A Medical Poem - The Stability Of Science | The feeble sea-birds, blinded in the storms, | | 32 | 373 |
| 93: | F. W. C. | Fast as the rolling seasons bring | 1864 | 64 | 404 |
| 94: | Fantasia - The Young Girl's Poem | Kiss mine eyelids, beauteous Morn, | | 18 | 392 |
| 95: | Farewell - To J. R. Lowell | Farewell, for the bark has her breast to the tide, | 1855 | 24 | 364 |
| 96: | For Class Meeting | It is a pity and a shame - alas! alas! I know it is, | 1875 | 44 | 398 |
| 97: | For The Burns Centennial Celebration | His birthday. - Nay, we need not speak | | 56 | 377 |
| 98: | For The Centennial Dinner Of The Proprietors Of Boston Pier, Or The Long Wharf, April 16, 1873 | Dear friends, we are strangers; we never before | | 48 | 401 |
| 99: | For The Commemoration Services | Four summers coined their golden light in leaves, | 1895 | 84 | 394 |
| 100: | For The Dedication Of The New City Library, Boston | Proudly, beneath her glittering dome, | 1888 | 44 | 373 |
| 101: | For The Fair In Aid Of The Fund To Procure Ball's Statue Of Washington | All overgrown with bush and fern, | 1859 | 48 | 408 |
| 102: | For The Meeting Of The Burns Club | The mountains glitter in the snow | | 56 | 420 |
| 103: | For The Meeting Of The National Sanitary Association 1860 | What makes the Healing Art divine? | | 52 | 366 |
| 104: | For The Moore Centennial Celebration | Enchanter of Erin, whose magic has bound us, | 1879 | 64 | 330 |
| 105: | For The Services In Memory Of Abraham Lincoln | O thou of soul and sense and breath | | 28 | 366 |
| 106: | For The Window In St. Margaret's In Memory Of A Son Of Archdeacon Farrar | Afar he sleeps whose name is graven here, | 1891 | | 392 |
| 107: | For Whittier's Seventieth Birthday | I believe that the copies of verses I've spun, | 1877 | 56 | 406 |
| 108: | Freedom, Our Queen | Land where the banners wave last in the sun, | | 24 | 370 |
| 109: | From A Bachelor's Private Journal | Sweet Mary, I have never breathed | | 28 | 387 |
| 110: | God Save The Flag | Washed in the blood of the brave and the blooming, | 1865 | 20 | 391 |
| 111: | Grandmother's Story Of Bunker-Hill Battle As She Saw It From The Belfry | T is like stirring living embers when, at eighty, one remembers | | 148 | 402 |
| 112: | H. C. M. H. S. J. K. W. | The dirge is played, the throbbing death-peal rung, | 1873 | 48 | 417 |
| 113: | Hail, Columbia! | Hail, Columbia! Happy land! | 1887 | 59 | 404 |
| 114: | Homesick In Heaven | Go seek thine earth-born sisters, - thus the Voice | | 91 | 432 |
| 115: | How Not To Settle It | I like, at times, to hear the steeples' chimes | 1877 | 116 | 406 |
| 116: | How The Old Horse Won The Bet | T was on the famous trotting-ground, | | 205 | 359 |
| 117: | Humboldt's Birthday | Ere yet the warning chimes of midnight sound, | | 56 | 385 |
| 118: | Hymn After The Emancipation Proclamation | Giver of all that crowns our days, | 1865 | 20 | 381 |
| 119: | Hymn At The Funeral Services Of Charles Sumner, April 29, 1874 | Once more, ye sacred towers, | | 24 | 388 |
| 120: | Hymn For The Celebration At The Laying Of The Cornerstone Of Harvard Memorial Hall, Cambridge, October 6, 1870 | Not with the anguish of hearts that are breaking | | 16 | 413 |
| 121: | Hymn For The Class-Meeting | Thou Gracious Power, whose mercy lends | 1869 | 20 | 376 |
| 122: | Hymn For The Dedication Of Memorial Hall At Cambridge, June 23, 1874 | Where, girt around by savage foes, | | 24 | 404 |
| 123: | Hymn For The Fair At Chicago | O God! in danger's darkest hour, | 1865 | 28 | 362 |
| 124: | Hymn For The Inauguration Of The Statue Of Governor Andrew, Hingham, October 7, 1875 | Behold the shape our eyes have known! | | 24 | 370 |
| 125: | Hymn For The Same Occasion (The Two Hundredth Anniversary King's Chapel) | O'ershadowed by the walls that climb, | | 24 | 419 |
| 126: | Hymn Of Trust | O Love Divine, that stooped to share | | 16 | 386 |
| 127: | Hymn Read At The Dedication Of The Oliver Wendell Holmes Hospital At Hudson, Wisconsin | Angel of love, for every grief | 1877 | 28 | 428 |
| 128: | Hymn. - The Word Of Promise | Lord, Thou hast led us as of old | | 28 | 383 |
| 129: | I Like You And I Love You | I LIKE YOU Met I LOVE You, face to face; | | 12 | 364 |
| 130: | Illustration Of A Picture "A Spanish Girl In Reverie," | She twirled the string of golden beads, | | 48 | 396 |
| 131: | In Memory Of Charles Wentworth Upham, Jr. | He was all sunshine; in his face | 1860 | 40 | 395 |
| 132: | In Memory Of John And Robert Ware | No mystic charm, no mortal art, | 1864 | 54 | 422 |
| 133: | In Response | Such kindness! the scowl of a cynic would soften, | | 48 | 356 |
| 134: | In The Quiet Days - An Old-Year Song | As through the forest, disarrayed | 1874 | 50 | 440 |
| 135: | In The Twilight | Not bed-time yet! The night-winds blow, | 1882 | 112 | 390 |
| 136: | In Vita Minerva | Vex not the Muse with idle prayers, | | 20 | 359 |
| 137: | International Ode - Our Fathers' Land | God bless our Fathers' Land! | | 21 | 368 |
| 138: | Iris, Her Book | I pray thee by the soul of her that bore thee, | | 51 | 392 |
| 139: | J. D. R. | The friends that are, and friends that were, | 1862 | 12 | 441 |
| 140: | James Russell Lowell | Thou shouldst have sung the swan-song for the choir | | 44 | 392 |
| 141: | Joseph Warren, M. D. | Trained in the holy art whose lifted shield | 1875 | 14 | 381 |
| 142: | King's Chapel | Is it a weanling's weakness for the past | | 66 | 359 |
| 143: | L'Inconnue | Is thy name Mary, maiden fair? | | 18 | 422 |
| 144: | La Grisette | As Clemence! when I saw thee last | | 40 | 420 |
| 145: | La Maison D'Or | From this fair home behold on either side | | 8 | 392 |
| 146: | Latter-Day Warnings | When legislators keep the law, | | 36 | 366 |
| 147: | Lexington | Slowly the mist o'er the meadow was creeping, | | 60 | 360 |
| 148: | Lines | I 'm ashamed, - that 's the fact, - it 's a pitiful case, | 1860 | 28 | 417 |
| 149: | Lines By A Clerk | Oh! I did love her dearly, | | 40 | 369 |
| 150: | Lines Recited At The Berkshire Jubilee, Pittsfield, Mass., August 23, 1844 | Come back to your mother, ye children, for shame, | | 52 | 377 |
| 151: | Mare Rubrum | Flash out a stream of blood-red wine, | 1858 | 56 | 401 |
| 152: | Martha (Died January 7, 1861) | Sexton! Martha's dead and gone; | | 25 | 389 |
| 153: | Meeting Of The Alumni Of Harvard College - 1857 | I thank you, MR. PRESIDENT, you've kindly broke the ice; | | 72 | 350 |
| 154: | Midsummer | Here! sweep these foolish leaves away, | | 28 | 373 |
| 155: | Musa | O my lost beauty! - hast thou folded quite | | 63 | 369 |
| 156: | My Annual | How long will this harp which you once loved to hear | 1866 | 56 | 369 |
| 157: | My Aunt | My aunt! my dear unmarried aunt! | | 48 | 386 |
| 158: | My Aviary | Through my north window, in the wintry weather | | 96 | 338 |
| 159: | Nearing The Snow-Line | Slow toiling upward from' the misty vale, | 1870 | 14 | 352 |
| 160: | Never Or Now - An Appeal | Listen, young heroes! your country is calling! | 1862 | 32 | 387 |
| 161: | No Time Like The Old Time | There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young, | 1865 | 24 | 357 |
| 162: | Non-Resistance | Perhaps too far in these considerate days | | 20 | 463 |
| 163: | Nux Postcoenatica | I was sitting with my microscope, upon my parlor rug, | | 72 | 404 |
| 164: | Ode For A Social Meeting | Come! fill a fresh bumper, for why should we go | | 12 | 368 |
| 165: | Ode For Washington's Birthday | Welcome to the day returning, | | 48 | 362 |
| 166: | Old Cambridge | And can it be you've found a place | 1875 | 117 | 369 |
| 167: | Old Ironsides | Ay, tear her tattered ensign down | | 24 | 375 |
| 168: | On Lending A Punch-Bowl | This ancient silver bowl of mine, it tells of good old times, | | 52 | 390 |
| 169: | On The Death Of President Garfield | Fallen with autumn's falling leaf | | 76 | 371 |
| 170: | On The Threshold | An usher standing at the door | | 36 | 451 |
| 171: | Once More | Will I come?" That is pleasant! I beg to inquire | 1868 | 80 | 393 |
| 172: | One Country | One country! Treason's writhing asp | 1865 | 32 | 375 |
| 173: | Opening The Window | Thus I lift the sash, so long | | 16 | 360 |
| 174: | Our Banker | Old time, in whose bank we deposit our notes, | 1874 | 52 | 382 |
| 175: | Our Dead Singer | Pride of the sister realm so long our own, | | 42 | 370 |
| 176: | Our Home - Our Country | Your home was mine, - kind Nature's gift; | 1880 | 70 | 369 |
| 177: | Our Indian Summer | You 'll believe me, dear boys, 't is a pleasure to rise, | 1856 | 32 | 379 |
| 178: | Our Limitations | We trust and fear, we question and believe, | | 16 | 359 |
| 179: | Our Oldest Friend | I give you the health of the oldest friend | 1865 | 52 | 370 |
| 180: | Our Sweet Singer - J. A. | One memory trembles on our lips; | 1872 | 52 | 404 |
| 181: | Our Yankee Girls | Let greener lands and bluer skies, | | 32 | 431 |
| 182: | Parson Turell's Legacy Or, The President's Old Arm-Chair - A Mathematical Story | Facts respecting an old arm-chair. | | 162 | 384 |
| 183: | Parting Hymn - "Dundee" | Father of Mercies, Heavenly Friend, | | 24 | 395 |
| 184: | Poem At The Centennial Anniversary Dinner Of The Massachusetts Medical Society, June 8, 1881 | Three paths there be where Learning's favored sons, | 1881 | 229 | 338 |
| 185: | Poem At The Dedication Of The Halleck Monument, July 8, 1869 | Say not the Poet dies! | | 45 | 391 |
| 186: | Poem For The Dedication Of The Fountain At Stratford-On-Avon, Presented By George W. Childs, Of Philadelphia | Welcome, thrice welcome is thy silvery gleam, | 1887 | 81 | 333 |
| 187: | Poem For The Two Hundred And Fiftieth Anniversary Of The Founding Of Harvard College | Twice had the mellowing sun of autumn crowned | | 480 | 327 |
| 188: | Post-Prandial - Phi Beta Kappa | The Dutch have taken Holland," - so the schoolboys used to say; | 1881 | 28 | 393 |
| 189: | Prelude To A Volume Printed In Raised Letters For The Blind | Dear friends, left darkling in the long eclipse | | 26 | 364 |
| 190: | Programme | Reader - gentle - if so be | 1874 | 72 | 406 |
| 191: | Prologue | A prologue? Well, of course the ladies know, | | 74 | 382 |
| 192: | Questions And Answers | Where, oh where are the visions of morning, | | 24 | 383 |
| 193: | Qui Vive? | Qui vive?" The sentry's musket rings, | | 36 | 462 |
| 194: | Readings Over The Teacups - Five Stories And A Sequel | You know "The Teacups," that congenial set | | 969 | 380 |
| 195: | Reflections Of A Proud Pedestrian | I saw the curl of his waving lash, | | 24 | 381 |
| 196: | Remember - Forget | And what shall be the song to-night, | | 64 | 405 |
| 197: | Rhymes Of A Life-Time | From the first gleam of morning to the gray | 1881 | 14 | 366 |
| 198: | Rip Van Winkle, M. D. | Old Rip Van Winkle had a grandson, Rip, | | 295 | 396 |
| 199: | Robinson Of Leyden | He sleeps not here; in hope and prayer | | 48 | 360 |
| 200: | Semi-Centennial Celebration Of The New England Society New York, December 22, 1855 | New England, we love thee; no time can erase | | 36 | 336 |
| 201: | Shakespeare - Tercentennial Celebration | Who claims our Shakespeare from that realm unknown, | 1864 | 66 | 359 |
| 202: | Sherman's In Savannah - A Half-Rhymed Impromptu | Like the tribes of Israel, | 1865 | 24 | 380 |
| 203: | Song For A Temperance Dinner To Which Ladies Were Invited | A health to dear woman! She bids us untwine, | | 20 | 370 |
| 204: | Song Written For The Dinner Given To Charles Dickens By The Young Men Of Boston, February 1, 1842 | The stars their early vigils keep, | | 32 | 350 |
| 205: | Songs In Many Keys 1849-1861 | The piping of our slender, peaceful reeds | 1861 | 28 | 384 |
| 206: | Spring | Winter is past; the heart of Nature warms | | 72 | 440 |
| 207: | Spring Has Come | The sunbeams, lost for half a year, | | 56 | 389 |
| 208: | St. Anthony The Reformer - His Temptation | No fear lest praise should make us proud! | | 32 | 379 |
| 209: | Stanzas | Strange! that one lightly whispered tone | | 24 | 346 |
| 210: | Sun And Shadow | As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green, | | 24 | 522 |
| 211: | Tartarus | While in my simple gospel creed | | 32 | 408 |
| 212: | The Angel-Thief | Time is a thief who leaves his tools behind him; | 1888 | 24 | 341 |
| 213: | The Archbishop And Gil Blas - A Modernized Version | I Don't think I feel much older; I'm aware I'm rather gray, | 1879 | 52 | 373 |
| 214: | The Ballad Of The Oysterman | It was a tall young oysterman lived by the river-side, | | 28 | 379 |
| 215: | The Banker's Secret - From Readings Over The Teacups - Five Stories And A Sequel | The Banker's dinner is the stateliest feast | | 246 | 373 |
| 216: | The Bells | When o'er the street the morning peal is flung | | 44 | 365 |
| 217: | The Boys | Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys? | 1859 | 44 | 402 |
| 218: | The Broken Circle | I stood On Sarum's treeless plain, | 1887 | 52 | 376 |
| 219: | The Broomstick Train; Or, The Return Of The Witches | Look out! Look out, boys! Clear the track! | | 146 | 404 |
| 220: | The Cambridge Churchyard | Our ancient church! its lowly tower, | | 112 | 422 |
| 221: | The Chambered Nautilus | This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, | | 35 | 381 |
| 222: | The Comet | The Comet! He is on his way, | | 72 | 372 |
| 223: | The Coming Era | They tell us that the Muse is soon to fly hence, | | 52 | 364 |
| 224: | The Crooked Footpath | Ah, here it is! the sliding rail | | 36 | 422 |
| 225: | The Deacon's Masterpiece Or, The Wonderful "One-Hoss Shay" - A Logical Story | Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, | | 120 | 330 |
| 226: | The Dilemma | Now, by the blessed Paphian queen, | | 48 | 374 |
| 227: | The Dorchester Giant | There was a giant in time of old, | | 55 | 407 |
| 228: | The Exile's Secret - From Readings Over The Teacups - Five Stories And A Sequel | Ye that have faced the billows and the spray | | 172 | 299 |
| 229: | The First Fan | When rose the cry "Great Pan is dead!" | | 124 | 390 |
| 230: | The Flaneur | I Love all sights of earth and skies, | 1882 | 137 | 366 |
| 231: | The Flower Of Liberty | What flower is this that greets the morn, | | 40 | 385 |
| 232: | The Fountain Of Youth | The fount the Spaniard sought in vain | 1873 | 48 | 360 |
| 233: | The Girdle Of Friendship | She gathered at her slender waist | 1884 | 24 | 355 |
| 234: | The Golden Flower | When Advent dawns with lessening days, | | 40 | 342 |
| 235: | The Gray Chief | T is sweet to fight our battles o'er, | | 21 | 385 |
| 236: | The Height Of The Ridiculous | I wrote some lines once on a time | | 32 | 351 |
| 237: | The Hot Season | The folks, that on the first of May | | 56 | 360 |
| 238: | The Hudson - After A Lecture At Albany | T was a vision of childhood that came with its dawn, | 1854 | 24 | 437 |
| 239: | The Iron Gate | Where is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? | | 80 | 336 |
| 240: | The Island Hunting-Song | No more the summer floweret charms, | | 40 | 449 |
| 241: | The Last Blossom | Though young no more, we still would dream | | 48 | 364 |
| 242: | The Last Charge | Now, men of the North! will you join in the strife | 1864 | 24 | 372 |
| 243: | The Last Leaf | I saw him once before, | | 48 | 380 |
| 244: | The Last Look | Behold - not him we knew! | | 36 | 348 |
| 245: | The Last Reader | I sometimes sit beneath a tree | | 48 | 348 |
| 246: | The Last Survivor | Yes! the vacant chairs tell sadly we are going, going fast, | 1878 | 72 | 379 |
| 247: | The Living Temple | Not in the world of light alone, | | 56 | 364 |
| 248: | The Lover's Secret - From Readings Over The Teacups - Five Stories And A Sequel | What ailed young Lucius? Art had vainly tried | | 128 | 336 |
| 249: | The Lyre Of Anacreon | The minstrel of the classic lay | 1885 | 48 | 345 |
| 250: | The Meeting Of The Dryads | It was not many centuries since, | | 72 | 399 |
| 251: | The Mind's Diet | No life worth naming ever comes to good | | 24 | 371 |
| 252: | The Moral Bully | Yon whey-faced brother, who delights to wear | | 56 | 356 |
| 253: | The Morning Visit | A sick man's chamber, though it often boast | 1849 | 108 | 399 |
| 254: | The Mother's Secret - From Readings Over The Teacups - Five Stories And A Sequel | How sweet the sacred legend - if unblamed | | 133 | 375 |
| 255: | The Music-Grinders | There are three ways in which men take | | 78 | 389 |
| 256: | The Mysterious Visitor | There was a sound of hurrying feet, | | 80 | 365 |
| 257: | The New Eden | Scarce could the parting ocean close, | | 120 | 354 |
| 258: | The Old Cruiser | Here's the old cruiser, 'Twenty-nine, | 1869 | 72 | 381 |
| 259: | The Old Man Dreams | Oh for one hour of youthful joy! | | 44 | 361 |
| 260: | The Old Man Of The Sea - A Nightmare Dream By Daylight | Do you know the Old Man of the Sea, of the Sea? | | 52 | 360 |
| 261: | The Old Player | The curtain rose; in thunders long and loud | | 120 | 350 |
| 262: | The Old Tune - Thirty-Sixth Variation | This shred of song you bid me bring | 1886 | 28 | 397 |
| 263: | The Only Daughter | They bid me strike the idle strings, | | 80 | 399 |
| 264: | The Opening Of The Piano | In the little southern parlor of the house you may have seen | | 28 | 379 |
| 265: | The Organ-Blower | Devoutest of My Sunday friends, | | 50 | 405 |
| 266: | The Parting Song - Festival Of The Alumni, 1857 | The noon of summer sheds its ray | | 29 | 409 |
| 267: | The Parting Word | I must leave thee, lady sweet | | 72 | 423 |
| 268: | The Peau De Chagrin Of State Street | How beauteous is the bond | | 12 | 385 |
| 269: | The Philosopher To His Love | Dearest, a look is but a ray | | 36 | 374 |
| 270: | The Pilgrim's Vision | In the hour of twilight shadows | | 136 | 372 |
| 271: | The Ploughman | Clear the brown path, to meet his coulter's gleam! | | 58 | 373 |
| 272: | The Poet's Lot | What is a poet's love? | | 28 | 421 |
| 273: | The Promise | Not charity we ask, | 1859 | 28 | 341 |
| 274: | The Rose And The Fern | Lady, life's sweetest lesson wouldst thou learn, | | 15 | 523 |
| 275: | The School-Boy | These hallowed precincts, long to memory dear, | | 354 | 371 |
| 276: | The Secret Of The Stars - From Readings Over The Teacups - Five Stories And A Sequel | Is man's the only throbbing heart that hides | | 104 | 399 |
| 277: | The September Gale | I'm not a chicken; I have seen | | 56 | 385 |
| 278: | The Shadows | How many have gone?" was the question of old | 1880 | 40 | 399 |
| 279: | The Ship Of State - A Sentiment | The Ship of State! above her skies are blue, | | 20 | 401 |
| 280: | The Silent Melody | Bring me my broken harp," he said; | | 60 | 365 |
| 281: | The Smiling Listener | Precisely. I see it. You all want to say | 1871 | 76 | 360 |
| 282: | The Spectre Pig - A Ballad | It was the stalwart butcher man, | | 116 | 384 |
| 283: | The Star And The Water-Lily | The sun stepped down from his golden throne. | | 48 | 361 |
| 284: | The Statesman's Secret - From Readings Over The Teacups - Five Stories And A Sequel | Who of all statesmen is his country's pride, | | 83 | 355 |
| 285: | The Steamboat | See how yon flaming herald treads | | 56 | 394 |
| 286: | The Stethoscope Song - A Professional Ballad | There was a young man in Boston town, | | 96 | 373 |
| 287: | The Study | Yet in the darksome crypt I left so late, | | 86 | 341 |
| 288: | The Sweet Little Man | Now, while our soldiers are fighting our battles, | | 60 | 447 |
| 289: | The Toadstool | There's a thing that grows by the fainting flower, | | 32 | 402 |
| 290: | The Treadmill Song | The stars are rolling in the sky, | | 40 | 364 |
| 291: | The Two Armies | As Life's unending column pours, | | 44 | 391 |
| 292: | The Two Streams | Behold the rocky wall | | 20 | 429 |
| 293: | The Voiceless | We count the broken lyres that rest | | 24 | 392 |
| 294: | The Wasp And The Hornet | The two proud sisters of the sea, | | 24 | 393 |
| 295: | The World's Homage | If every tongue that speaks her praise | | 56 | 351 |
| 296: | Thus Saith The Lord, I Offer Thee Three Things. | In poisonous dens, where traitors hide | 1862 | 36 | 366 |
| 297: | To A Blank Sheet Of Paper | Wan-Visaged thing! thy virgin leaf | | 44 | 421 |
| 298: | To A Caged Lion | Poor conquered monarch! though that haughty glance | | 24 | 371 |
| 299: | To An English Friend | The seed that wasteful autumn cast | 1852 | 26 | 355 |
| 300: | To An Insect | I Love to hear thine earnest voice, | | 48 | 359 |
| 301: | To Christian Gottfried Ehrenberg For His "Jubilaeum" At Berlin, November 5, 1868 | Thou who hast taught the teachers of mankind | | 48 | 342 |
| 302: | To Frederick Henry Hedge | Fit emblem for the altar's side, | | 32 | 372 |
| 303: | To George Peabody | Bankrupt! our pockets inside out! | 1866 | 16 | 395 |
| 304: | To Governor Swain | Dear Governor, if my skiff might brave | 1851 | 50 | 357 |
| 305: | To H. W. Longfellow - Before His Departure For Europe, May 27, 1868 | Our Poet, who has taught the Western breeze | | 35 | 372 |
| 306: | To James Freeman Clarke | I bring the simplest pledge of love, | 1880 | 44 | 359 |
| 307: | To James Russell Lowell | This is your month, the month of "perfect days," | | 66 | 326 |
| 308: | To John Greenleaf Whittier On His Eightieth Birthday | Friend, whom thy fourscore winters leave more dear | 1887 | 14 | 381 |
| 309: | To My Old Readers - From Readings Over The Teacups - Five Stories And A Sequel | You know "The Teacups," that congenial set | | 90 | 399 |
| 310: | To My Readers | Nay, blame me not; I might have spared | 1862 | 48 | 416 |
| 311: | To R. B. H. | How to address him? awkward, it is true | 1877 | 32 | 372 |
| 312: | To The Eleven Ladies | Who gave this cup?" The secret thou wouldst steal | | 32 | 396 |
| 313: | To The Poets Who Only Read And Listen | When evening's shadowy fingers fold | | 20 | 353 |
| 314: | To The Portrait Of "A Gentleman" In The Athenieum Gallery | It may be so, - perhaps thou hast | | 52 | 362 |
| 315: | To The Portrait Of "A Lady" In The Athenaeum Gallery | Well, Miss, I wonder where you live, | | 32 | 352 |
| 316: | Too Young For Love | Too young for love? | | 18 | 343 |
| 317: | Two Sonnets: Harvard | To GOD'S ANOINTED AND HIS CHOSEN FLOCK | | 28 | 330 |
| 318: | Under The Violets | Her hands are cold; her face is white; | | 40 | 366 |
| 319: | Under The Washington Elm, Cambridge | Eighty years have passed, and more, | 1861 | 25 | 371 |
| 320: | Union And Liberty | Flag of the heroes who left us their glory, | | 35 | 393 |
| 321: | Unsatisfied | Only a housemaid!" She looked from the kitchen, | 1876 | 12 | 428 |
| 322: | Verses For After-Dinner Phi Beta Kappa Society, 1844 | I was thinking last night, as I sat in the cars, | | 60 | 375 |
| 323: | Verses From The Oldest Portfolio - First Verses - Phillips Academy, Andover, Mass., 1824 Or 1825 | The god looked out upon the troubled deep | | 38 | 373 |
| 324: | Vestigia Quinque Retrorsum - An Academic Poem | While fond, sad memories all around us throng, | | 162 | 307 |
| 325: | Voyage Of The Good Ship Union | T is midnight: through my troubled dream | 1862 | 96 | 347 |
| 326: | Welcome To The Chicago Commercial Club | Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse; | 1880 | 32 | 366 |
| 327: | Welcome To The Grand Duke Alexis | Shadowed so long by the storm-cloud of danger, | 1871 | 16 | 373 |
| 328: | Welcome To The Nations | Bright on the banners of lily and rose | 1876 | 24 | 356 |
| 329: | What I Have Come For | I have come with my verses - I think I may claim | 1873 | 24 | 381 |
| 330: | What We All Think | That age was older once than now, | | 40 | 399 |
| 331: | Wind-Clouds And Star-Drifts | Another clouded night; the stars are hid, | | 853 | 382 |
