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INDEX OF FIRST LINES

* First lines thus designated do not start a new poem but are sections of a larger one.

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A barefoot boy! I mark him at his play . . . . . . . . . IV 915

A Child-World, yet a wondrous world no less. . . . . . .VII 1711

A corpulent man is my bachelor chum. . . . . . . . . . . II 473

*A daring prince, of the realm Rangg Dhune . . . . . . VIII 2085

A dark, tempestuous night; the stars shut in . . . . . . .I 52

A day of torpor in the sullen heat . . . . . . . . . . . .I 134

A deep, delicious hush in earth and sky. . . . . . . . . IV 1030

A face of youth mature; a mouth of tender. . . . . . . .VII 1854

A fantasy that came to me. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 260

A goddess, with a siren's grace. . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 168

A good man never dies. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 1991

"A homely little woman with big hands" . . . . . . . . II 552

A King-estranged from his loving Queen . . . . . . . . . .I 65

A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze. . . . . . . . . . . .I 50

A little boy once played so loud . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2050

A Little Dog-Woggy . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1654

*A little maid, of summers four. . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2093

A lover said, "O Maiden, love me well" . . . . . . . . .I 42

A man by the name of Bolus-(all 'at we'll

ever know. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1298

A misty memory-faint, far away . . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1934

A modest singer, with meek soul and heart. . . . . . . .VII 1936

A monument for the Soldiers. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1002

A' old Tramp slep' in our stable wunst . . . . . . . . . VI 1425

*A palace veiled in a glimmering dusk. . . . . . . . . . II 341

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A passel o' the boys last night. . . . . . . . . . . . . II 448

A peaceful life; — just toil and rest . . . . . . . . . . IV 1055

A poor man? Yes, I must confess. . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 950

A quite convincing axiom . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 73

A something quiet and subdued. . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 726

A song of Long Ago . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 880

A strange life-strangely passed. . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 166

A thing 'at's 'bout as tryin' as a healthy man

kin meet . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1256

A thoughtful brow and face-of sallow hue . . . . . . . .III 813

A troth, and a grief, and a blessing . . . . . . . . . . IV 1046

A was an elegant Ape . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1OI2

#A wee little worm in a hickory-nut. . . . . . . . . . VIII 2084

A woman's figure, on a ground of night . . . . . . . . .III 658

A word of Godspeed and good cheer. . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1466

Abe Martin!-dad-burn his old picture . . . . . . . . . VIII 2189

*Æo! Æo! Æo!. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 368

After a thoughtful, almost painful pause . . . . . . . .VII 1920

After the frost! O the rose is dead. . . . . . . . . . .III 766

Ah! at last alone, love. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 657

Ah, friend of mine, how goes it. . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 62

*Ah, help me! but her face and brow. . . . . . . . . . . II 329

Ah, luxury! Beyond the heat. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 811

Ah! this delights me more than words could tell. . . . . II 529

Ah, what a long and loitering way. . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2192

All 'at I ever want to be. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2026

All day the sun and rain have been as friends. . . . . .III 687

All hope of rest withdrawn me. . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1579

All listlessly we float. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 512

All my feelin's in the Spring. . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 977

*All seemed delighted, though the elders more. . . . . .VII 1781

All sudden she hath ceased to sing . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1684

*All were quite gracious in their plaudits of. . . . . .VII 1796

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Allus when our Pa he's away. . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2I42

Alone they walked-their fingers knit together. . . . . . II 4I3

Always I see her in a saintly guise. . . . . . . . . . . VI 16I6

Always suddenly they are gone. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1246

An afternoon as ripe with heat . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 586

An alien wind that blew and blew . . . . . . . . . . . . II 462

An empty glove-long withering in the grasp . . . . . . .III 743

An hour ago the lulling twi]ight leant . . . . . . . . . .V 1214

An old sweetheart of mine! — Is this her

presence here with me. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I 90

And did you know our old friend Death is dead. . . . . . .II 447

'And O shall one-high brother of the air . . . . . . . . . I 324

And there, in that ripe Summer night, once more. . . . . VII 1833

And this is the way the baby woke. . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 898

And where's the Land of Used-to-be, does

little baby wonder . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . III 748

And who hath known her-like as I . . . . . . . . . . . . .II 299

And you're the poet of this concern. . . . . . . . . . . . I 191

Armazindy; — fambily name. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VI 16I8

As a harvester, at dusk. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1569

As a rosebud might, in dreams. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . V 1192

As I sat smoking, alone, yesterday . . . . . . . . . . . . I 23

As it's give' me to perceive . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1507

"As love of native land," the old man said . . . . . . VII 1951

As one in sorrow looks upon. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . III 691

As tangible a form in History. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IX 2270

As the little white hearse went glimmering by. . . . . . .IV 890

As though a gipsy maiden with dim look . . . . . . . . . . I 143

As when in dreams we sometimes hear. . . . . . . . . . . .II 423

At Billy Miller's Circus-Show. . . . . . . . . . . . . .VIII 2I28

At first I laughed-for it was quite. . . . . . . . . . . III 665

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At Noey's house-when they arrived with him . . . . . . . VII 1746

Awake, he loved the* voices. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 879

Awf'lest boy in this-here town . . . . . . . . . . . . .VIII 2041

Dwainie!-My Dwainie. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .II 327

Ay, thou varlet! Laugh away. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 994

*Babe she's so always. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VIII 2041

Baby's dying . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . III 742

Back from a two-years' sentence. . . . . . . . . . . . . . V 1260

Bard of our Western world. — its prairies wide. . . . . . .VI 1629

Barefooted boys scud up the street . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 943

Be-gorrie, aI wor sorry. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IX 2267

Be it life, be it death, there is nearing. . . . . . . . III 635

Be our fortunes as they may. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . III 710

Bear with us, O Great Captain, if our pride. . . . . . . VII 1944

Because her eyes were far too deep . . . . . . . . . . . . I 254

Behine de hen-house, on my knees . . . . . . . . . . . . VII 1957

Behold, one faith endureth still . . . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1451

Being his mother,-when he goes away. . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1543

Below, cool grasses: over us . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 933

Best, I guess. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1669

Beyond the purple, hazy trees. . . . . . . . . . . . . . III 584

Bleak January! Cold as fate . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VIII 2207

Blossoms crimson, white, or blue . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 993

Bound and bordered in green-leaf . . . . . . . . . . . .VIII 2039

Bowed, midst a universal grief that makes. . . . . . . .VIII 1999

Breath of Morning-breath of May. . . . . . . . . . . . .VIII 2191

Bud, come here to your uncle a spell . . . . . . . . . . . V 1280

Burns sang of bonny Lesley . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VII 1928

But yesterday I looked away. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . III 6I8

But yesterday! O blooms of May. . . . . . . . . . . . . VII 1931

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .II 363

By her white bed I muse a little space . . . . . . . . . .VI 1546

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"Cassander! O Cassander!" — her mother's

voice seems cle'r. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VII 1705

Cat-like he creeps along where ways are dim. . . . . . . III 771

'Cause Herbert Graham's a' only child. . . . . . . . . . .VI 1602

Chant me a rhyme of Christmas. . . . . . . . . . . . . . III 685

Children-take 'em as they run. . . . . . . . . . . . . .VIII 2236

*Crestillomeem! Crestillomeem. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .II 311

Christ used to be like you and me. . . . . . . . . . . .VIII 2167

*Chuck's allus had de Hoodoos bad. . . . . . . . . . . .VIII 2204

Clarence, my boy-friend, hale and strong . . . . . . . . .IV 1035

Close the book and dim the light . . . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1566

Close the book, and leave the tale . . . . . . . . . . . III 7I4

Clouds above, as white as wool . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 953

*Come! come! come. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VII 1784

Come listen, good people, while a story I do tell. . . . .II 386

Come, sing a hale Heigh-ho . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VII 1921

Coming, clean from the Maryland-end. . . . . . . . . . . VII 1818

"Coon-dog Wess" — he allus went . . . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1512

Could I pour out the nectar the gods only can. . . . . . . V 1301

Crouched at the corner of the street . . . . . . . . . . III 705

Crowd about me, little children. . . . . . . . . . . . . . I 45

Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine . . . . . . .IV 1138

Dah's Brudder Sims! Dast slam yo' Bible shet. . . . . .III 704

Daintiest of Manicures . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1031

Dainty Baby Austin . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1662

Dan O'Sullivan: It's your. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1290

Dan Wallingford, my jo Dan . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1910

Dawn, noon and dewfall ! Bluebird an robin . . . . . . . VI 1560

Dead! Dead! Dead . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 136

Dead, my lords and gentlemen . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1297

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Dead! my wayward boy-my own. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1340

Dead? this peerless man of men . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1439

Dear Lord! kind Lord . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 648

Dear Lord, to Thee my knee is bent . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1194

Dear Mother Goose! most motherly and dear. . . . . . . .III 736

Dear old friend of us all in need. . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1946

Deep, tender, firm and true, the Nation's heart. . . . . .I 126

Dem good old days done past and gone . . . . . . . . . .III 758

Desperate, at last I stand . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 480

Dexery-Tethery ! down in the dike. . . . . . . . . . . . .I 202

*Dey wunce wuz er time which I gwinter

tell you 'bout it. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2200

Dimple-cheeked and rosy-lipped . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 475

Dogs, I contend, is jes' about . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2222

Donn Piatt-of Mac-o-chee . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1023

Down in the night I hear them. . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 605

Dreamer, say, will you dream for me. . . . . . . . . . . .I 266

Ef you don't know Doc Sifers I'll jes' argy,

here and now . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1857

Elizabeth! Elizabeth . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1490

Elsic Mingus lisps, she does . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2111

Ere I went mad . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 576

as Autumn, to King Arthur's court. . . . . . . . . . . . II 397

Even as a child to whom sad neighbors speak. . . . . . VIII 2002

Ever and ever, on and on . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2122

Fair girl, fond wife, and dear . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 715

Far in the night, and yet no rest for him!

The pillow next his own. . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1093

Father all bountiful, in mercy hcar. . . . . . . . . . VIII 1982

"Father!" (so The Word) He cried . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1043

Fer any boy 'at's little as me . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1666

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Fer forty year and better you have been a

friend to me . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 837

Fire! Fire! Ring and ring. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2100

First and best of earthly joys . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2232

First she come to our house. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1241

First the teacher called the roll. . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1384

Fling him amongst the cobbles of the street. . . . . . .III 739

Fly away! thou heavenly one. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1497

*Fold me away in your arms, 0 night. . . . . . . . . . . II 353

"Fold the little waxen hands". . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 214

Folks has be'n to town, and Sahry. . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1047

Folks in town, I reckon, thinks. . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1292

Folks up here at Rossville got up a Lectur' Course . . . .V 1186

For a hundred years the pulse of time. . . . . . . . . . .I 271

For the sake of guilty conscience, and the

heart that ticks the time. . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 204

For the Song's sake; even so . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 297

For three score years my wandering feet

have strayed . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 390

For you, I could forget the gay. . . . . . . . . . . . .III 664

Friend of a wayward hour, you came . . . . . . . . . . . II 468

Friend of my earliest youth. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1954

Friends, my heart is half aweary . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 49

From Delphi to Camden-little Hoosier towns . . . . . . . IV 1028

Funeral Darkness, drear and desolate . . . . . . . . . . .I 144

*Gae the mirkest night an' stan' . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1657

Get gone, thou most uncomfortable ghost. . . . . . . . . IV 1088

Get thee back neglected friends. . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1193

Gifted and loved and praised . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1251

Giunts is the biggest mens they air. . . . . . . . . . . VI 1605

Give me the baby to hold, my dear. . . . . . . . . . . . IV 961

Go away from me-do! I am tired of you. . . . . . . . . .III 622

Go, Winter! Go thy ways! We want again . . . . . . . . . VI 1560

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"God bless us every one!" prayed Tiny Tim. . . . . . . II 484

"Good-by, my friend" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 804

Good-by, Old Year. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 693

Gracie wuz allus a careless tot. . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2015

Grand Haven is in Michigan, and in possession, too . . . .V 1358

Granny's come to our house . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1103

Guess 'at Billy hain't got back. . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1039

Guiney-pigs is awful cute. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1412

Ha! My dear! I'm back again. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1341

Had a harelip-Joney had. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1118

"Had, too" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1296

Hail! Ho!. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1614

Hail to thee with all good cheer . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1583

Harsh-voiced it was, and shrill and high . . . . . . . .III 594

Has she forgotten? On this very May. . . . . . . . . . . .V 1202

"He bore the name of William Brown". . . . . . . . . .III 671

He called her in from me and shut the door . . . . . . . IV 956

He cometh in sweet sense to thee . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1209

He faced his canvas (as a seer whose ken . . . . . . . . IV 1098

He had toiled away for a weary while . . . . . . . . . . II 437

He hears the whir of the battle-drum . . . . . . . . . . II 538

"He is my friend," I said. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 983

He is the morning's poet . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2164

He kisses me! Ah, now, at last . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 546

He leaned against a lamp-post, lost. . . . . . . . . . .III 752

He left me for a foreign land. . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 479

He puts the poem by, to say. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 677

He rests at last, as on the mother-breast. . . . . . . VIII 2218

He said: "It is God's way". . . . . . . . . . . . . . IX 2249

He sailed o'er the weltery watery miles. . . . . . . . . VI 1665

He seemed so strange to me, every way. . . . . . . . . . IV 984

"He shall sleep unscathed of thieves". . . . . . . . . IV 1128

He sings: and his song is heard. . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1917

"He smokes-and that's enough," says Ma . . . . . . . . IV 908

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He was a Dreamer of the Days . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1777

He was jes' a plain, ever'-day, all-round

kind of a jour . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1221

He was warned aginst the womern. . . . . . . . . . . . . II 528

He wooed her first in an atmosphere. . . . . . . . . . . .I 218

He would have holiday-outworn, in sooth. . . . . . . . VIII 1997

Hear dat rum'lin in de sky . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 522

Hear what a dead man said to me. . . . . . . . . . . . .III 682

Heigh-ho! Babyhood! Tell me where you linger . . . . . . .I 269

Heigh-o! our jolly tilts at New World song . . . . . . . II 396

Hence, long-tailed, ebon-eyed, nocturnal ranger. . . . .VII 1730

Her hair was, oh, so dense a blur. . . . . . . . . . . . .I 258

Her heart knew naught of sorrow. . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 149

Here where of old was heard. . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2180

Here where the wayward stream. . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 574

Hereafter! O we need not waste . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 775

Herein are blown from out the South. . . . . . . . . . . .V 1390

Here's his ragged "roundabout" . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 974

Herr Weiser!-Threescore years and ten. . . . . . . . . . IV 1026

He's jes' a great, big, awk'ard, hulkin' . . . . . . . .III 607

*"Hey, Bud! O Bud!" rang out a gleeful call . . . . .VII 1752

Hey ! rny little Yellowbird. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1677

Hey, Old Midsummer ! are you here again. . . . . . . . . .I 33

Hi and whoop-hooray, boys. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 990

Ho! but the darkness was densely black . . . . . . . . . VI 1611

Ho! did ye hear of Mordameer . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 418

Ho! green fields and running brooks. . . . . . . . . . . VI 1544

Ho! ho; thou jolly god, with kinked lips . . . . . . . . II 517

Ho! ho! Ye Scholar recketh not how lean. . . . . . . . . II 446

Ho! I'm going back where . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1948

Ho! it's come, kids, come. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2013

Ho! my little maiden . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 763

Ho ! The old Snow-Man. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1828

Ho! we are loose. Hear how they shout . . . . . . . . .III 762

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Home-folks! — Well, that — air name to me. . . . . . . . VIII 1980

Hope, bending o'er me one time, snowed the flakes. . . . II 5I4

Hot weather? Yes; but really not . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 941

*"How can I make you love me more" . . . . . . . . . . II 547

How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood. . .III 746

"How did you rest, last night?". . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1608

*How is it you woo?-and now answer me true . . . . . . . II 355

How large was Alexander, father. . . . . . . . . . . . .III 524

How many of my selves are dead . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 182

How many times that grim old phrase. . . . . . . . . . VIII 2107

How slight a thing may set one's fancy drifting. . . . . .I 165

How tired I am ! I sink down all alone . . . . . . . . .III 667

"How would Willie like to go". . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 160

Howdy, Mister Hop-Toad ! Glad to see you out . . . . . . VI 1681

Hunter Boy of Hazlewood. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1429

Hush! hush ! list, heart of mine, and hearken low. . . .III 689

I ain't a-goin' to cry no more, no more. . . . . . . . VIII 2117

I ain't, ner don't p'tend to be. . . . . . . . . . . . .III 819

I am dazed and bewildered with living. . . . . . . . . .III 697

I am looking for Love. Has he passed this way . . . . . IV 1087

I am not prone to moralize . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 123

I am tired of this . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 600

I bear dis cross dis many a mile . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1244

I believe all children's good. . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 1968

I' b'en a-kindo' "musin'," as the feller says, and I'm II 459

I' be'n down to the Capital at Washington, D. C. . . . . .V 1366

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I buried my first womern . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 1085

I cain't get used to city way. . . . . . . . . . . . . . III 787

I can not say, and I will not say. . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 1000

I can't extend to every friend . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I 86

I caught but a glimpse of him. Summer was here. . . . . .IV 891

I caught, for a second, across the crowd . . . . . . . . .II 563

I come upon it suddenly, alone . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I 107

I crave, dear Lord . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 1132

"I deem that God is not disquieted". . . . . . . . . . . V 1227

I dream that you are kisses Allah sent . . . . . . . . .VIII 2206

I dreamed I was a spider . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I 264

I feel, if aught I ought to rhyme. . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 952

I find an old deserted nest. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I 161

I got no patience with blues at all. . . . . . . . . . . . V 1173

I' got to face mother to-day, fer a fact . . . . . . . .VIII 2168

I got to thinkin' of her-both her parunts

dead and gone. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . V 1307

I grow so weary, someway, of all things. . . . . . . . . III 718

I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the

sparkles in delight. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I 242

I hail thee, Nessmuk, for the lofty tone . . . . . . . . . V 1259

I hain't no hand at tellin' tales. . . . . . . . . . . . . I 95

I have coaxed my pencil. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IX 2275

I have jest about decided. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1511

I have sipped, with drooping lashes. . . . . . . . . . . III 679

"I have twankled the strings of the twinkling rain". . . I 247

I heard the bells at midnight. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I 153

I hold that the true age of wisdom is when . . . . . . . . V 1396

I hold your trembling hand to-night-and yet. . . . . . . .II 423

I kin hump my back and take the rain . . . . . . . . . . . V 1215

I know all about the Sphinx. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . III 735

I lie low-coiled in a nest of dreams . . . . . . . . . . .II 503

I like fun-and I like jokes. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1504

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I like me yet dot leedle chile . . . . . . . . . . . . . III 773

loved her. — Why? I never knew. — Perhaps. . . . . . . . . .II 380

I muse to-day, in a listless way . . . . . . . . . . . . . I 223

I pray you, do not use this thing. . . . . . . . . . . . III 651

I put by the half-written poem . . . . . . . . . . . . . .II 525

I quarrel not with Destiny . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 955

I rickollect the little tad, back, years and

years ago. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 916

I saw a man — and envied him beside . . . . . . . . . . . . I 75

I saw them last night in a box at the play . . . . . . . VII 1965

I so loved once, when Death came by I hid. . . . . . . . III 591

I s'pose it takes a feller 'at's be'n. . . . . . . . . .VIII 2177

I strayed, all alone, where the Autumn . . . . . . . . . .II 457

I tell you what I'd ruther do. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1449

I thought the deacon liked me, yit . . . . . . . . . . . .II 549

I want to be a Soldier . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VIII 2048

I want to say it, and I will . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IX 2266

I want to sing something-but this is all . . . . . . . . .IV 999

"I was born in Indiany," says a stranger,

lank and slim. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 1064

I was for Union-you, ag'in' it . . . . . . . . . . . . . . V 1379

I watch him with his Christmas sled. . . . . . . . . . . .IV 1069

who had hobnobbed with the shades of kings . . . . . . . .VI 1670

will not hear the dying word . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .II 372

I would not trace the hackneyed phrase . . . . . . . . . . I 156

If all his mourning friends unselfishly. . . . . . . . . VII 1937

Browning only were here. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VIII 220t

"If I die first," my old chum paused to say. . . . . . .VI 1606

If I knew what poets know. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I 89

If I might see his face to-day . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 1057

*If one should ask me for a song . . . . . . . . . . . . .II 321

If you never heard of Hunchley, I would

say in his behalf. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 429

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Illileo, the moonlight seemed lost across the vales. . . . V 1204

I'm a feelin' ruther sad . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1594

I'm been a-visitun 'bout a week. . . . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1613

I'm gittin' old-I know . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IX 2251

I'm home again, my dear old Room . . . . . . . . . . . . .II 440

I'm not a-workin' now. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IX 2239

I'm one o' these cur'ous kind o' chaps . . . . . . . . . . I 76

I'm on'y thist a' idiot. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .II 535

I'm The Old Man of the Sea-I am. . . . . . . . . . . . .VIII 2125

I'm thist a little cripple boy, an' never goin'

to grow. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . V 1198

I'm twins, I guess, 'cause my Ma say . . . . . . . . . . VII 1940

In childish days ! O memory. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 924

In days to come-whatever ache. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . V 1240

In fancy, always, at thy desk, thrown wide . . . . . . . . V 1349

In gentlest worship has he bowed . . . . . . . . . . . . VII 1929

In its color, shade and shine. . . . . . . . . . . . . . III 632

In olden days there dwelt a piper's son. . . . . . . . . III 597

In some strange place. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VII 1930

In Spring, when the green gits back in the trees . . . . . V 1305

In the dim summer night they were leaning alone. . . . . .II 556

In the evening of our days . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . V 1377

In the golden noon-shine . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1673

In the heart of June, love . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . III 737

In the jolly winters . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . V 1229

In the midmost glee of the Christmas . . . . . . . . . . . V 1231

In the need that bows us thus. . . . . . . . . . . . . .VIII 2000

In the Orchard-Days, when you. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . V 1266

#In the warm, health-giving weather. . . . . . . . . . . VII 1754

In youth he wrought, with eyes ablur . . . . . . . . . . . V 1313

Iry an' Billy an' Jo . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . V 1394

Is it the martins or katydids. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 995

It hain't no use to grumble and complane . . . . . . . . .IV 948

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It is a various tribute you command. . . . . . . . . . VIII 1984

It is my dream to have you here with me. . . . . . . . . .V 1282

It tossed its head at the wooing breeze. . . . . . . . . .I 233

It was a Jolly Miller lived on the River Dee . . . . . . .V 1206

It was a man of many parts . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 178

It was just a very . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1018

It was needless to say 'twas a glorious day. . . . . . . IV 938

It whizzed and whistled along the blurred. . . . . . . . VI 1465

It's a mystery to see me-a man o' fifty-four . . . . . . .I 54

It's a purty hard world you find, my child . . . . . . .VII 1852

It's Chairley Burke's in town, b'ys! He's

down til "Jamesy's Place". . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1350

It's lonesome-sorto' lonesome,-it's a Sund'y

-day, to me . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1481

It's mighty good to git back to the old town, shore. . . .V 13S1

It's the curiousest thing in creation. . . . . . . . . . .V 1167

I've allus held-till jest of late. . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1576

I've be'n thinkin' back, of late . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2160

I've thought a power on men and things . . . . . . . . . VI 1581

Janey Pettibone's the best . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1424

Jap Miller down at Martinsville's the

blamedest feller yit . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1371

Jedge is good at argyin' . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1233

Jes' a little bit o' feller-I remember still . . . . . . .V 1346

Jest Frank Reed's his real name-though . . . . . . . . . VI 1644

Jest rain and snow! and rain again . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1485

Jinglety-jing. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 659

John Jameson, my jo John . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1374

John McKeen, in his rusty dress. . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1033

Jolly-hearted old Josh Billings. . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1158

Junction-Station-Pilot Knob. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1900

Just as of old! The world rolls on and on. . . . . . . .III 647

Just as of old,-with fearless foot . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1926

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Just drifting on together. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 760

Just the airiest, fairiest slip of a thing . . . . . . . .V 1270

Just to be good. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 751

Kathleen Mavourneen ! The song is still ringing. . . . . VI 1539

Keats, Kirk White, David Gray and the rest of you. . . . VI 1448

Knightly Rider of the Knee . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1398

Las' July-and, I persume . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1135

Lad' time 'at Uncle Sidney come. . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1441

*Last Chris'mus, little Benny. . . . . . . . . VIII 2103

Last Christmas was a year ago. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1320

Last night-how deep the darkness was . . . . . . . . . .III 712

Last night, in some lost mood of meditation. . . . . . .III 613

Last Thanksgivin'-dinner we. . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2012

Lawsy! don't I rickollect. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1360

Lay away the story . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2060

Leave him here in the fresh greening grasses and trees .VII 1911

Leedle Dutch baby haff come ter town . . . . . . . . . . II 465

Lelloine! Lelloine! Don't you hear me calling. . . . . .III 756

"Leonainie!" angels missed her . . . . . . . . . . . . II 443

Leonainic-Angels named her . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 216

Let me come in where you sit weeping, — ay. . . . . . . . .V 1397

Let me write you a rune of a rhyme, Dave Field . . . . . .V 1155

Let us be thankful-not alone because . . . . . . . . . . VI 1567

Let us forget. What matters it that we. . . . . . . . .III 654

Let us rest ourselves a bit. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1318

Light falls the rain-drop on the fallen leaf . . . . . .III 676

Like a drift of faded blossoms . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 992

Lilies are both pure and fair. . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1676

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*Linger, my Dwainie! Dwainie, lily-fair. . . . . . . . . II 333

'Lish, you rickollect that-air . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1509

Lithe-armed, and with satin-soft shoulders . . . . . . .III 847

Little baby, you have wandered far away. . . . . . . . .III 650

Little brook! Little brook . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 783

Little Busch and Tommy Hays. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1413

Little Cousin Jasper, he . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1590

Little Georgie Tompers, he . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1408

Little Girly-Girl, of you. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 713

"Little Haly! Little Haly!" cheeps the

robin in the tree. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 831

*Little Julia, since that we . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2092

Little Maid-o'-Dreams, with your . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1702

Little Mandy and her Ma. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1416

Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay . . . . VI 1169

Little Rapacity Greed was a glutton. . . . . . . . . . . IX 2244

'Ll where in the world my eyes has bin . . . . . . . . . .V 1175

Lo, I am dying! And to feel the King . . . . . . . . . . II 560

Lo! steadfast and serene . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 967

Lo, whatever is at hand. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1363

Long life's a lovely thing to know . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1922

Long years ago, a funny man. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 550

Looky here! — you fellers — you. . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 609

Look so neat an' sweet in all yer frills an'

fancy pleatin' . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1431

Louella Wainie! where are you. . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 662

Low hidden in among the forest trees . . . . . . . . . .III 6I6

Luk at 'ere, ould baby, — who . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 527

Lying listless in the mosses . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 185

Ma put my Penny-Dog. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1663

Make me a song of all good things. . . . . . . . . . . . II 537

Mamma is a widow: There's only us three. . . . . . . . VIII 2101

Many pleasures of Youth have been buoyantly sung . . . . IV 877

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Master of masters in the days of yore. . . . . . . . . . IV 1084

Maud Muller worked at making hay . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 176

Max an' Jim. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1409

Me an' Bert an' Minnie-Belle . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2010

Mellow hazes, lowly trailing . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 499

*Miss Medairy Dory-Ann . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2083

Mon cher Monsieur le Secretaire. . . . . . . . . . . . .III 649

Mona Machree ! och, the sootherin' flow of it. . . . . . IX 2265

'Mongst the Hills o' Somerset. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1315

*Most-like it was this kingly lad. . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2095

Most ontimely old man yit. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1501

Most quaintly touching in her German tongue. . . . . . . VI 1442

Most tangible of all the gods that be. . . . . . . . . .VII 1898

Mostly, folks is law-abidin' . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1081

Mother, O mother! forever I cry for you. . . . . . . . . II 412

Music!-Yea, and the airs you play. . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2157

My dear old friends-It jes' beats all. . . . . . . . . . VI 1635

My dears, do you know. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IX 2276

My eyes are feverish and dull. . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 540

My father's halls, so rich and rare. . . . . . . . . . . .I 162

My fiddle?-Well, I kindo' keep her handy,

don't you know . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 848

My Foe? You name yourself, then, — I refuse . . . . . . VIII 2196

My grampa he's a-allus sayin'. . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2166

"My grandfather Squeers," said The Raggedy Man . . . . II 564

My gudewife-she that is tae be . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1535

My laddie wi' the bashfu' grace. . . . . . . . . . . . . II 569

My little story, Cousin Rufus said . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1802

My little woman, of you I sing . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2212

"My love or hate-choose which you will". . . . . . . .III 623

My Mary, O my Mary . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 928

My mother she's so good to me. . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1453

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My old Uncle Sidney he says it's a sign. . . . . . . . VIII 2238

My ole man named Silas: he . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1310

My very soul smiles as I listen to . . . . . . . . . . . II 477

"Mylo Jones's wife" was all. . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1498

Nay, Death, thou mightiest of all. . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2155

Neglected now is the old guitar. . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 112

Neither daylight, starlight, moonlight . . . . . . . . VIII 2106

Never talk back! sich things is repperhensible . . . . . IV 982

No one ever saw it . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1674

No song is mine of Arab steed. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 140

Nobody on the old farm here but Mother,

me and John. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1547

Noey Bixler ketched him, an' fetched him in to me. . . . VI 1426

Noon-time and June-time, down around the river . . . . . .V 1337

Not a violinist — No (N). . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 502

Not only master of his art was he. . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1630

Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at

all to say . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 922

Now, Tudens, you sit on this knee — and 'scuse. VIII 2074

Now utter calm and rest. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1586

O Big Old Tree so tall an' fine. . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2059

O ever gracious Airs from Arcady . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 979

O friend of mine, whose kindly words come to me. . . . .III 6I7

O friend! There is no way. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 767

*0 Friendship, when I muse on you. . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1669

O gentlest kinsman of Humanity . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2I85

O he can hold her hand, and full and fair. . . . . . . . II 427

O heart of mine, we shouldn't. . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 590

O Henry, Afrite-chef of all delight. . . . . . . . . . . IX 2248

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O her beautiful eyes! they are blue as the dew . . . . . .V 1189

O her beauty was such that it dazzled my eyes. . . . . .III 578

O her eyes are amber-fine. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1226

*0 here's a little rhyme for the Spring-or

Summer-time. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2079

LO-ho! ye sunny, sonnet-singin' vagrant. . . . . . . . . IV 1094

"O I am weary!" she sighed, as her billowy . . . . . . .I 519

O I will walk with you, my lad, whichever

way you fare . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1932

O I would I had a lover. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1099

O in the depths of midnight. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 138

O it was a little dead man . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 459

O it was but a dream I had . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 707

O it was Puck! I saw him yesternight . . . . . . . . . . II 560

O it's good to ketch a relative 'at's richer

and don't run. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1288

O it's many's the scenes which is dear to my mind. . . .III 834

O love is like an untamed steed. . . . . . . . . . . . .III 732

O mellow month and merry month . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 836

O noble heart, and brave impetuous hand. . . . . . . . . II 285

O noble, true and pure and lovable . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1617

O Pan is the goodliest god, I wist . . . . . . . . . . . IV 892

O playmate of the far-away . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 856

*0 Prince divine! O Prince divine. . . . . . . . . . . . II 311

O princely poet! — kingly heir. . . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1848

"O Printerman of sallow face". . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 195

O queenly month of indolent repose . . . . . . . . . . . .I 190

O say not he is dead . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IX 2272

O simple as the rhymes that tell . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2173

O soul of mine, look out and see . . . . . . . . . . . . II 414

O the days gone by! O the days gone by . . . . . . . . .III 852

O the drum . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 625

O the lands of Where-Away. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 864

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O the Little Lady's dainty . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2065

O the little tiny kickshaw that Mither sent tae me . . . II 515

O the Lockerbie Fair!-Have you heard of its fame . . . VIII 2123

O the night was dark and the night was late. . . . . . VIII 2098

O the old trundle-bed where I slept when a boy . . . . . IV 926

O the Poet of the Future! He will come to us as comes. . .V 1355

O the Raggedy Man! He works fer Pa . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1458

O the South Wind and the Sun . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 857

O the Summer-time to-day . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 581

O the sun and the rain, and the rain and the sun . . . .III 818

O the waiting in the watches of the night. . . . . . . . VI 1519

O the way that Billy could ride. . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1148

O there were three jolly hunters . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1652

O this is the way the baby came. . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 897

O Thou that doth all things devise . . . . . . . . . . .III 808

O touch me with your hands . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 573

O what a weary while it is to stand. . . . . . . . . . . II 478

O what did the little boy do . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1645

"O what is Life at last," says you . . . . . . . . . . II 521

O "William,"-in thy blithe companionship . . . . . . . .V 1269

O your hands-they are strangely fair . . . . . . . . . . .I 121

Of all good gifts that the Lord lets fall. . . . . . . .III 772

Of all the doctors I could cite you to in

this 'ere town . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1272

Of all the rhymes of all the climes. . . . . . . . . . VIII 2009

Of the North I wove a dream. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 850

Of the wealth of facts and fancies . . . . . . . . . . . .I 114

Oh a lovely husband he was known . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 1969

Oh if we had a rich boss . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IX 2245

*Oh, my little Sadie Sue I's a-serenadin' you. . . . . VIII 2202

Oh ! tell me a tale of the airly days. . . . . . . . . . .V 1184

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Oh! the Circus-Day Parade! How the

bugles played and played . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 823

*Oh, the golden afternoon. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2197

Oh, the hobo's Life is a roving Life . . . . . . . . . . IX 2284

Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick

so still and deep. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 798

Oh! Thou that veileth from all eyes . . . . . . . . . . II 561

Oh! what ef little children all. . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2230

Old Bob White's a funny bird . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2073

Old friend of mine, whose chiming name . . . . . . . . . II 394

Old friends allus is the best. . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1473

Old Glory! say, who. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1914

Old Granny Dusk, when the sun goes down. . . . . . . . VIII 2099

Old Indiany, 'course we know . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2182

Old John Clevenger lets on . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1443

Old John's jes' made o' the commonest stuff. . . . . . . VI 1541

Old man never had much to say. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1285

Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1938

Old October's purt' nigh gone. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1224

Old wortermelon time is a-comin' round ag'in . . . . . .III 814

On old Brandywine-about. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1210

On 'Scursion-days-an' Shows-an' Fairs. . . . . . . . . VIII 2233

On the banks o' Deer Crick! There's the

place fer me . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1146

Once, in a dream, I saw a man. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 158

One Christmas in the early din . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1141

One in the musical throng. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1960

One said: "Here is my hand to lean upon" . . . . . . .III 696

One time, when we's at Aunty's house . . . . . . . . . . VI 1435

One's the pictur' of his Pa. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 700

Only a dream ! Her head is bent. . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 147

Only a dream unfinished; only a form at rest . . . . . . II 286

Orphaned, I cry to thee. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 551

Ot's a little Gristmas story . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 81

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*Our dog Fred. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2082

Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann. . . . . . . . . . . VI 1462

Our Hired Girl, when it's bakin'-day . . . . . . . . . VIII 2237

Our Land-our Home! the common home indeed. . . . . . . .VII 1919

Our three cats is Maltese cats . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2045

Out at Woodruff Place-afar . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1392

Out of the hitherwhere into the YON. . . . . . . . . . . IV 964

Over the eyes of gladness. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 145

Owned a pair o' skates onc't.-Traded . . . . . . . . . . VI 1508

Pa he bringed me here to stay. . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1697

Pa wunst he scold' an' says to me. . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1950

Pansies! Pansies! How I love you, pansies. . . . . . . .III 741

Pap had one old-fashioned sayin' . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 11O1

Pap he allus ust to say. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1841

Pap's got his pattent-right, and rich as all creation. . IV 1107

Parunts don't git toys an' things. . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2105

Parunts knows lots more than us. . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2051

Picnics is fun 'at's purty hard to beat. . . . . . . . .VII 1943

Plain hoss-sense in poetry-writin' . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1956

Ponchus Pilut ust to be. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1646

Poor victim of that vulture curse. . . . . . . . . . . . .I 252

Pore afflicted Evagene . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1505

Pore-folks lives at Lonesomeville. . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1651

Portentous sound ! mysteriously vast . . . . . . . . . . II 467

'Possum in de 'tater-patch . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1640

Prose or Verse — or Verse or Prose. . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2127

*Prune your corn in the gray of the morn . . . . . . . . VI 1656

Rabbit in the cross-ties . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1641

"Rain and rain! and rain and rain!". . . . . . . . . . IV 920

Rarest mood of all the year. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 946

'Ras Wilson, I respect you, 'cause . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1469

Reach your hand to me, my friend . . . . . . . . . . . .III 719

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Right here at home, boys, in old Hoosierdom. . . . . . . VI 1536

Ringlety-jing. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 659

Robert Louis Stevenson . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1262

Rumble, tumble, growl and grate. . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 976

Said The Raggedy Man, on a hot afternoon . . . . . . . . IV 912

Say farewell, and let me go. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 581

Say first he loved the dear home-hearts, and then. . . VIII 1989

Say good-by er howdy-do. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 945

Say something to me! I've waited so long . . . . . . . . .I 215

Say! you feller! You . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 845

Schoolmaster and Songmaster! Memory. . . . . . . . . . . VI 1628

Scotty's dead. — Of course he is . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 988

"Scur'ous-like," said the tree toad. . . . . . . . . . II 485

Season of snows, and season of flowers . . . . . . . . . .V 1177

Seems like a feller'd ort'o jes' to-day. . . . . . . . . II 472

Sence I tuk holt o' Gibbses' Churn . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1181

Sence little Wesley went, the place seems all

so strange and still . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1303

Settin' round the stove last night . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1062

She came to me in a dazzling guise . . . . . . . . . . . II 531

She sang a song of May for me. . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2I79

She twankled a tune on her light guitar. . . . . . . . . IV 894

She was false, and he was true. . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 937

She will not smile . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1080

*Since I am old I have no care . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 547

Since my mother died, the tone . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 501

Since pick av them I'm sore denied . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1895

*Sing! every bird! to-day. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 274

Sing! gangling lad, along the brink. . . . . . . . . . VIII 2086

Sing! O Voice of Valor, sing . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2174

Sing, oh, rarest of roundelays . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2170

Sing us something full of laughter . . . . . . . . . . . II 487

Singers there are of courtly themes. . . . . . . . . . . .V 1228

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Sitting by the glimmer . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IX 2274

Sleep, little one! The Twilight folds her gloom. . . . . VI 1648

Snow is in the air . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1913

So lone I stood, the very trees seemed drawn . . . . . . .V 1238

Soldiers and saviors of the homes we love. . . . . . . .III 793

Some certain misty yet tenable signs . . . . . . . . . . VI 1669

Some credulous chroniclers tell us . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2235

*Some peoples thinks they ain't no Fairies now .VII 1788

Some sings of the lilly, and daisy, and rose . . . . . .III 854

Somebody's sent a funny little valentine to me . . . . . II 545

Someday:-So many tearful eyes. . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 695

Somep'n 'at's common-like, and good. . . . . . . . . . .III 638

Sometimes I keep . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2057

Sometimes I think 'at Parunts does . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1942

Sometimes my Conscience says, says he. . . . . . . . . . IX 2289

Sometimes, when I bin bad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1401

Songs of a Life-Time-with the Singer's head. . . . . . . VI 1492

Spring fails, in all its bravery of brilliant

gold and green . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2159

Steadfastly from his childhood's earliest hour . . . . .VII 1923

*Stir all your echoes up . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 277

Storms of the winter, and deepening snows. . . . . . . .III 797

Strange dreams of what I used to be. . . . . . . . . . . II 533

Strange-strange, 0 mortal Life . . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1850

Such a dear little street it is, nestled away. . . . . .III 611

*Such was the Child-World of the long ago. . . . . . . .VII 1717

Summer or Winter or Spring or Fall . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2052

Supinely we lie in the grove's shady greenery. . . . . . IV 1011

Sweet little face, so full of slumber now. . . . . . . .III 724

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Sweet little myth of the nursery story . . . . . . . . . . I 88

Sweet Singer that I loe the maist. . . . . . . . . . . . .II 542

Sweet Sleep, with mellow palms trailed listlessly. . . . .II 555

Take a feller 'at's sick and laid up on the shelf. . . . . V 1264

"Talkin' 'bout yer bees," says Ike . . . . . . . . . . .IV 1110

Talkin' o' poetry, — There're few men yit . . . . . . . . .II 518

Tawdery! — faddery! Feathers and fuss . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1664

Tell you a story-an' it's a fact . . . . . . . . . . . . III 633

Tell you what I like the best. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 1121

That-air young-un ust to set . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . V 1332

*That little dog 'ud scratch at that door. . . . . . . . VII 1749

The afternoon of summer folds. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . V 1421

The air falls chill. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 1049

*The audience entire seemed pleased-indeed . . . . . . . VII 1775

The Beautiful City! Forever. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 935

The beauty of her hair bewilders me. . . . . . . . . . . .IV 902

The bells that lift their yawning throats. . . . . . . . . I 249

The Boy lives on our Farm, he's not. . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1464

The Brightest Star's the modestest . . .VIII 2113

*The Child-heart is so strange a little thing. . . . . . VII 1724

The Child-World-long and long since lost to view . . . . VII 1710

The Children of the Childless !-Yours — and mine. . . . .VIII 2136

The chiming seas may clang; and Tubal Cain . . . . . . . III 745

The Circus! — The Circus! — The throb of the drums . . . . .VI 1649

The clouds have deepened o'er the night. . . . . . . . . III 592

The Crankadox leaned o'er the edge of the moon . . . . . . I 188

The dawn of the day was dreary . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I 237

The dawn was a dawn of splendor. . . . . . . . . . . . . III 796

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The delights of our childhood is soon passed away. . . . VI 1493

drowsy eyes of the stars grow dim. . . . . . . . . . . . II 350

The frightened herds of clouds across the sky. . . . . . .I 143

The funniest thing in the world, I know. . . . . . . . . .V 1420

The Grandma Twilight Stories! — Still . . . . . . . . . VIII 2106

The green below and the blue above . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1437

The green grass av owld Ireland. . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1687

The greeting of the company throughout . . . . . . . . .VII 1816

The harp has fallen from the master's hand . . . . . . . .I 268

The harp of the minstrel has never a tone. . . . . . . . .I 163

The Hired Man's supper, which he sat before. . . . . . .VII 1757

The Hoosier Folk-Child-all unsung. . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1556

The Hoosier in Exile-a toast . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2002

The hoss he is a splendud beast. . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1163

The hour before the dawn . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 690

The Jaybird he's my favorite . . . . . . . . . VIII 2087

The kind of a man for you and me . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 972

The kind old man-the mild old man. . . . . . . . . . . . IV 998

The landscape, like the awed face of a child . . . . . . II 445

The light of the moon on the white of the snow . . . . . IV 965

The ]isping maid . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IX 2247

The Little Mock-man on the Stairs. . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1671

The little old poem that nobody reads. . . . . . . . . . II 463

The Little-red-apple Tree. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1399

The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose . . . . . . IV 911

The little tiny kickshaw that Mither sent tae me . . . . II 515

The man that rooms next door to me . . . . . . . . . . .III 779

The maple strews the embers of its leaves. . . . . . . . II 417

The master-hand whose pencils trace. . . . . . . . . . . .I 240

The meanest man I ever saw . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1962

*The merriment that followed was subdued . . . . . . . .VII 1808

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The midnight is not more bewildering . . . . . . . . . . .V 1271

The minstrel's mystic wand . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 63;

The moon in the sky is a custard-pie . . . . . . . . . . IX 2240

The moonlight is failin' . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 888

The morning sun seemed fair as though. . . . . . . . . . .V 1237

The mother-hands no further toil may know. . . . . . . VIII 2008

The mother of the little boy that sleeps . . . . . . . . VI 1612

The Muskingum Valley! — How longin' the gaze. . . . . . . IV 886

The night's blind-black, an' I 'low the stars's. . . . .VII 1963

The Old Bob-white and Chipbird . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1658

The old days-the far days. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2121

The old farm-home is Mother's yet and mine . . . . . . .VII 1893

The Old Haymow's the place to play . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1410

The old sea-captain has sailed the seas. . . . . . . . . .V 12rg

The orchard lands of Long Ago. . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 702

The past is like a story . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 155

The Pipes of Pan! Not idler now are they . . . . . . . . .V 1336

The Poems here at Home !-Who'll write 'em down . . . . . VI 1588

*The pride of noon must wither soon. . . . . . . . . . . II 378

The rain! the rain! the rain . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1267

*The Redbreast loves the blooming bough. . . . . . . . . VI 1671

The rhyme o' The Raggedy Man's 'at's best. . . . . . . . .V 1414

The ripest peach is highest on the tree. . . . . . . . .III 731

The Romancer's a nightingale . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 1973

The saddest silence falls when Laughter lays . . . . . . VI 1704

The same old story told again. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 30

The sea was breaking at my feet. . . . . . . . . . . . .III 709

The shrilling locust slowly sheathes . . . . . . . . . . II 505

The skies have grown troubled and dreary . . . . . . . .III 598

The smiling face of a happy boy. . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 32

The Soldier!-meek the title, yet divine. . . . . . . . VIII 2019

The stars are failing, and the sky . . . . . . . . . . .III 582

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The storm of love has burst at last. . . . . . . . . . . III 778

The summer winds is sniffin' round the

bloomin' locus' trees. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . III 801

The Summer's put the idy in. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . III 805

The terse old maxim of the poet's pen. . . . . . . . . . . I 289

The text: Love thou thy fellow man . . . . . . . . . . . III 666

The ticking-ticking-ticking of the clock . . . . . . . . .IV 1130

The touches of her hands are like the fall . . . . . . . .IV 872

The town Karanteel! — It's who'll reveal . . . . . . . . . .IV 1021

The Trestle and the Buck-Saw . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1661

The warm pulse of the nation has grown chill . . . . . . . I 229

The Whitheraways!-That's what I'll have to call. . . . . .VI 1452

The winds have talked with him confidingly . . . . . . . .VI 1551

The world is turned agtin' me. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I 1l9

There are many things that boys may know . . . . . . . .VIII 2024

There is a need for every ache of pain . . . . . . . . . III 602

There is a princess in the South . . . . . . . . . . . . . V 1196

There is ever a song somewhere, my dear. . . . . . . . . .IV 980

There is LORE of more devices. . . . . . . . . . . . . .VIII 2186

There! little girl; don't cry. . . . . . . . . . . . . . III 615

was a cherry tree. 1ts bloomy snows . . . . . . . . . . VII 1714

was a curious quiet for a space. . . . . . . . . . . . . VII 1825

There was Father, and Mother, and Emmy,

and Jane . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 1095

There wasn't two purtier farms in the state. . . . . . . . I 34

There's a habit I have nurtured. . . . . . . . . . . . . . I 132

There's a space for good to bloom in . . . . . . . . . . III 694

There's a Voice across the Nation like a

mighty ocean-hail. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1689

There's old man Willards; an' his wife . . . . . . . . . .IV 1071

These books you find three weeks behind. . . . . . . . .VIII 2018

*"They ain't much 'tale' about it!" Noey said. . . . . VII 1798

They ain't no style about 'em. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .II 454

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They all climbed up on a high board-fence. . . . . . . .III 673

They called him Mr. What's-his-name. . . . . . . . . . . IV 753

They faced each other: Topaz-brown . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1563

They meet to say farewell; Their way . . . . . . . . . . VI 1559

They rode right out of the morning sun . . . . . . . . . IV 1060

They stood on either side the gate . . . . . . . . . . . II 435

They walk here with us, hand in hand . . . . . . . . . .III 624

They wuz a Big Day wunst in town . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2I19

They's a kind o' feel in the air, to me. . . . . . . . . VI 1679

They's a prejudice allus 'twixt country and town . . . . VI 1483

They's nothin' in the name to strike . . . . . . . . . . II 508

This first book that I ever knew . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1700

This is a Christmas carol. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2I33

This is "The old Home by the Mill" — fer

we still call it so. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1283

This is the way the baby slept . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 899

This man Jones was what you'd call . . . . . . . . . . . II 493

This Pan is but an idle god, I guess . . . . . . . . . . II 470

This tress of hair my sweetheart sent to me. . . . . . . II 570

This woman, with the dear child-heart. . . . . . . . . . VI 1607

Thou brave, good woman! Loved of every one . . . . . . . VI 1584

Thou dread, uncanny thing. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 830

Thou drowsy god, whose blurred eyes, half awink. . . . . II 507

Thou little naked statuette. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 469

"Thou, of all God's gifts the best". . . . . . . . . VIII 1977

Thou Poet, who, like any lark. . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 655

Though Doctor Glen-the best of men . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2109

Thousands and thousands of hushed years ago. . . . . . . II 559

Through every happy line I sing. . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 895

Through fire and flood this book has passed. . . . . . . .V 1386

Though now forever still . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2140

Thweet Poethy ! let me lithp forthwith . . . . . . . . . IV 866

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Thy rapt song makes of Earth a realm of light. . . . . . VI 1628

Time is so long when a man is dead . . . . . . . . . . . IV 997

Time of crisp and tawny leaves . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1051

Ting-aling! Ling-ting! Tingle-tee. . . . . . . . . . . . II 319

Tinkle on, O sweet guitar. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 681

Tiny queen . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 497

"Tired out!" Yet face and brow. . . . . . . . . . . . .I 213

'Tis Art reclaims him! By those gifts of hers. . . . . VIII 2172

'Tis said Old Santa Clause . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1141

To attain the highest good . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 385

To be a wholly worthy man. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2114

To do some worthy deed of charity. . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1479

To hear her sing-to hear her sing. . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1O14

To loll back, in a misty hammock, swung. . . . . . . . .III 596

To the lorn ones who loved him first and best. . . . . VIII 1992

Tom Van Arden, my old friend . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 281

Tommy's allus playin' jokes. . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2016

Tomps 'ud allus haf to say . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1555

Tranced in the glamour of a dream. . . . . . . . . . . .III 776

True-hearted friend of all true friendliness . . . . . . .V 1376

Tugg Martin's tough.-No doubt o' that. . . . . . . . . . VI 1475

Turn through his life, each word and deed. . . . . . . VIII 1994

Turn your face this way. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 603

'Twas a curious dream, good sooth. . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1403

'Twas a Funny Little Fellow. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 150

'Twas a marvelous vision of Summer . . . . . . . . . . . IV 903

'Twas a strange young man of the dreamy times. . . . . . IV 986

'Twas a summer ago when he left me here. . . . . . . . .III 652

'Twas a test I designed, in a quiet conceit. . . . . . .III 684

'Twas but a hint of Spring-for still . . . . . . . . . .III 711

'Twas the height of the fete when we quitted the riot. . .V 1344

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Uncle he learns us to rhyme an' write. . . . . . . . . VIII 2079

*Uncle he says 'at 'way down in the sea. . . . . . . . VIII 2078

Uncle Sidney, when he was here . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1406

*Uncle Sidney's vurry proud. . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2079

Uncle William, last July . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1467

Up and down old Brandywine . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1631

*Up from, and out of, and over the opulent

woods and the plains . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2I99

Up in Tentoleena Land. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 870

*Us children's all so lonesome . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2080

Us farmers in the country, as the seasons

go and come. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1495

Us-folks is purty pore-but Ma. . . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1845

Us parents mostly thinks our own's . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2I53

Voice of Mankind, sing over land and sea . . . . . . . .VII 1849

*Wait for the morning! Ah we wait indeed . . . . . . . . IV 1130

Wait for the morning:-It will come, indeed . . . . . . . .V 1353

"Want to be whur mother is! Want to be

whur mother is" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1190

Was it in the misty twilight, or the mid

night, or the morning. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .II 557

Wasn't it a funny dream! — perfectly be

wild'rin'. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1695

Wasn't it a good time. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VIII 1986

Wasn't it pleasant, O brother mine . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 1004

We are not always glad when we smile . . . . . . . . . . . I 238

We don't go much on larnin'. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . III 628

*We follow thee forever on . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .II 302

#We found him in that Far-away that yet to

us seems near. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VII 1855

We' got a' Uncle writes poetry-rhymes. . . . . . . . . . .IX 2268

We got it up a-purpose, jes' fer little Johnts,

you know . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . V 1327

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We got up a Christmas-doin's . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1573

We know, O faltering heart . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 496

We love your dear old face and voice . . . . . . . . . .VII 1952

We may idealize the chief of men . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2187

We must believe. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2220

We must get home! How could we stray

like this. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 720

We of the New World clasp hands with the Old . . . . . . VI 1585

We rode across the level plain . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 842

We say and we say and we say . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1637

We sprang for the side-holts-my gripsack and . . . . . .III 727

Well, it's enough to turn his head to have

a feller's name. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1610

Welladay . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 482

W'en de sun's gone down, an' de moon is riz. . . . . . .III 785

We're the Twins from Aunt Marinn's . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2063

"Wess," he says, and sort o' grins . . . . . . . . . VIII 2135

What dat scratchin' at de kitchen do'. . . . . . . . . .III 699

What delightful hosts are they . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2194

"What have we but an empty song?". . . . . . . . . . . II 456

What intuition named thee?-Through what thrill . . . . . .V 1314

What is it I am waiting for. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 530

What is it in old fiddle-chunes 'at makes

me ketch my breath . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1691

*"What is Life?" If the Dead might say . . . . VI 1669

What makes you come here fer, Mister . . . . . . .I 197

"What may I do to make you glad" . . . . . . . . . . . .I 40

What mystery is it? The morning as rare . . . . . . . . IV 963

What shall we say? 1n quietude. . . . . . . . . . . . .III 789

What shall we say of the soldier, Grant. . . . . . . . . .V 1142

*What sings the breene on the wertling-vine. . . . . . . II 320

What title best befits the man . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2215

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What were our Forefathers trying to find . . . . . . . VIII 2005

What would best please our friend, in token of . . . . . VI 1521

"Whatever the weather may be," says he . . . . . . . . IV 1078

When Age comes on. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 822

When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree. . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2043

When Baby Played . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IX 2278

When Bess gave her Dollies a Tea, said she . . . . . . VIII 2067

When Bessie died . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1037

When but a little boy, it seemed . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1678

When chirping crickets fainter cry . . . . . . . . . . .III 595

When country roads begin to thaw . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 884

When Dicky was sick. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2055

When Dickens first dawned on us. . . . . . . . . . . . .VII 1840

When evening shadows fall. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 256

When ever'thing's a-goin' like she's got-a

goin' now. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2138

When frost's all on our winder, an' the

snows. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2097

When in our blithest youth . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1354

When I do mock the blackness of the night. . . . . . . . II 384

When I was a little boy, long ago. . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1387

When I was ist a Brownie-a weenty-teenty Brownie . . . . VI 1603

When it rains, and with the rain . . . . . . . . . . . .III 769

"When it's go! to be,"-like I always say . . . . . . VIII 2130

When it's night, and no light, too . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1402

When June is here-what art have we to sing . . . . . . . IV 1092

*When kings are kings, and kings are men . . . . . . . . II 317

When Lide married him — w'y, she had to

jes' dee-fy . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1642

When Little Claude was naughty wunst . . . . . . . . . . .V 1357

When little Dickie Swope's a man . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1428

When little Elizabeth whispers . . . . . . . . . . . . .VIII 2115

When little 'Pollus Morton he's. . . . . . . . . . . . . VII 1941

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When Maimie married Charley Brown. . . . . . . . . . . . IV 906

When Me an' my Ma an' Pa went to the Fair. . . . . . . . VI 1517

When Memory, with gentle hand. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 200

When my dreams come true-when my

dreams come true . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1242

*When o'er this page, in happy years to come . . . . . . VI 1670

When Old Folks they wuz young like us. . . . . . . . . VIII 2070

When Old Jack died, we stayed from school

(they said . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1254

When our baby died . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 471

When over the fair fame of friend or foe . . . . . . . .III 593

When rainy-greener shoots the grass. . . . . . . . . . VIII 2162

When she comes home again! A thousand ways . . . . . . . .V 1250

When snow is here, and the trees look weird. . . . . . . IV 875

*When the fat moon smiles. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 363

When the frost is on the punkin and the

fodder's in the shock. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 826

When the gleeful Spring on dancing feet. . . . . . . . . II 491

When the lids of dusk are falling. . . . . . . . . . . . .I 157

When the morning swoons in its highest heat. . . . . . .VII 1953

When two little boys-renowned for noise. . . . . . . . VIII 2071

When Uncle Sidney he comes here. . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1592

When weenty-teenty Baby slept. . . . . . . . . . . . . . IX 2280

When weenty-teenty Baby woke . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IX 2282

When we hear Uncle Sidney tell . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2068

When we three meet? Ah! friend of mine . . . . . . . . . .V 1157

When your "Uncle Jim" was younger. . . . . . . . . . . .V 1365

Where are they-the Afterwhiles . . . . . . . . . . . . . .V 1277

Where are they?-the friends of my child

hood enchanted . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1054

Where did the custom come from, anyway . . . . . . . . . IV 1126

Where do you go when you go to sleep . . . . . . . . . . VI 1659

"Where is little Marjorie" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1538

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Where's a boy a-goin'. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . V 1217

*"Where's the crowd that dares to go". . . . . . . .VIII 2083

Which ane, an' which ane . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . V 1178

While any day was notable and dear . . . . . . VII 1744

While skies glint bright with bluest light . . . . . . .VI 1433

*While the heart beats young!-O the splendor

of the spring. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VIII 1735

While with Ambition's hectic flame . . . . . . . . . . .II 521

*Whilst little Paul, convalescing, was staying . . . .VIII 2095

Whispering to themselves apart . . . . . . . . . . . . III 764

Whistle us something old, you know . . . . . . . . . . .II 520

Who am I but the Frog-the Frog . . . . . . . . . . . . . I 180

Who bides his time, and day by day . . . . . . . . . . .IV 1089

Who cantereth forth in the night so Late . . . . . . . .II 488

Who has not wanted does not guess. . . . . . . . . . . .IV 882

Who is speaking? Who has spoken. . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 1091

~Who shall sing a simple ditty all about the Willow. . VII 1719

Who would be . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I 235

Why are they written-all these lovers' rhymes. . . . . III 675

Why did we meet long years of yore . . . . . . . . . . III 740

~Why do I sing-Tra-la-la-la-la . . . . . . . . . . . . VII 1780

Wilful we are, in our infirmity. . . . . . . . . . . . VII 1924

~Wind of the Sea, come fill my sail. . . . . . . . . .VIII 2094

Winter-time, er Summer-time. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .VI 1522

Winter without . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IV 873

With a hey! and a hi! and hey-ho glee. . . . . . . . .VIII 2022

With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho rhyme (N) . . . . .VIII 2091

With a sweeter voice than birds. . . . . . . . . . . . . I 231

With gentlest tears, no less than jubilee. . . . . . . .VI 1694

With her face between his hands. . . . . . . . . . . . III 688

With song elate we celebrate . . . . . . . . . . . . . .IX 2242

Within the coziest corner of my dreams . . . . . . . . .II 554

Within the sitting-room, the company . . . . . . . . . VII 1764

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Would that my lips might pour out in thy, praise . . . .III 733

Would that the winds might only blow . . . . . . . . . . IV 1105

Writ in between the lines of this life-deed. . . . . . . VI 1565

"Write me a rhyme of the present time" . . . . . . . . .I 71

Wunst I sassed my Pa, an' he . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1454

Wunst I tooked our pepper-box lid. . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1545

Wunst upon a time wunst. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2061

Wunst, 'way West in Illinoise. . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2088

Wunst we went a-fishin'-Me . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1456

W'y one time wuz a little-weenty dirl. . . . . . . . . .VII 1768

W'y, wunst they wuz a Little Boy went out. . . . . . . .VII 1810

Ye old-time stave that pealeth out . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1638

Ye stars in ye skies seem twinkling. . . . . . . . . . VIII 1967

Yea, we go down to sea in ships. . . . . . . . . . . . .III 637

Years did I vainly seek the good Lord's grace. . . . . . IV 1050

Yes,-the bee sings-I confess it. . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1639

You and I, and that night, with its perfume and glory. .III 829

"You are old, Father William, and though

one would think". . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I 220

You better not fool with a Bumblebee . . . . . . . . . . VI 1423

You-folks rickollect, I know . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IX 2254

You have more'n likely noticed . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2229

You Home-Folks:-Aid your grateful guest. . . . . . . . .VII 1947

You in the hammock; and I, near by . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1009

You kin boast about yer cities, and their

stiddy growth and size . . . . . . . . . . . . . . II 510

You make me jes' a little nervouser. . . . . . . . . . . IV 931

You may not remember whether . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2216

You sang the song of rare delight. . . . . . . . . . . . IX 2288

You smile and you smoke your cigar, my boy . . . . . . .III 738

You think it is a sorry thing. . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 639

You think them "out of reach," your dead . . . . . . VIII 2195

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You who to the rounded prime . . . . . . . . . . . . . VIII 2038

Young Philiper Flash was a promising lad . . . . . . . . .I 26

Your Golden Wedding!-fifty years . . . . . . . . . . . . IV 1066

Your neghbors in the country, whare you

come from, hain't fergot . . . . . . . . . . . . . VI 1486

Your violin! Ah me. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 790

You've a manner all so mellow. . . . . . . . . . . . . .III 588