- A baby lying on his mother’s breast
- A bale-fire kindled in the night
- A ball of fire shoots through the tamarack
- A beam of light, from the infinite depths of the midnight sky
- A bed of ashes and a half-burned brand
- A bird in my bower
- A bluebird lives in yonder tree
- About her head or floating feet
- Above them spread a stranger sky
- A brave little bird that fears not God
- A breath can fan love’s flame to burning
- A cheer and salute for the Admiral, and here ’s to the Captain bold
- A cloud possessed the hollow field
- A cold coiled line of mottled lead
- A crazy bookcase, placed before
- Across the Eastern sky has glowed
- Across the gardens of Life they go
- Across the narrow beach we flit
- Across the sombre prairie sea
- A darkened hut outlined against the sky
- A day and then a week passed by
- A dead soul lay in the light of day
- Adieu, fair isle! I love thy bowers
- Adieu, kind Life, though thou hast often been
- Admiral, Admiral, sailing home
- A Dresden shepherdess was one day
- A dryad’s home was once the tree
- A flame went flitting through the wood
- A fleet with flags arrayed
- After all
- After an interval, reading, here in the midnight
- A giant came to me when I was young
- Agnes, thou child of harmony, now fled
- A great, still Shape, alone
- Ah, be not false, sweet Splendor!
- Ah, blessedness of work! the aimless mind
- Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
- Ah, Clemence! when I saw thee last
- Ah, Jack it was, and with him little Jill
- Ah, June is here, but where is May?
- Ah! little flower, upspringing, azure-eyed
- Ah me! I know how like a golden flower
- Ah, moment not to be purchased
- Ah, what can ever be more stately and admirable to me than mast-hemmed Manhattan?
- A lady red upon the hill
- Alas! that men must see
- A life on the ocean wave
- A line in long array where they wind betwixt green islands
- A little blind girl wandering
- A little face there was
- A little maid of Astrakan
- A little way below her chin
- A little way to walk with you, my own
- A little while (my life is almost set!)
- All day and all day, as I sit at my measureless turning
- All day and many days I rode
- All day long roved Hiawatha
- All day the waves assailed the rock
- All hail! thou noble land
- All in the leafy darkness, when sleep had passed me by
- All night long through the starlit air and the stillness
- “All quiet along the Potomac,” they say
- All up and down in shadow-town
- All ye who love the springtime—and who but loves it well
- Almost afraid they led her in
- Aloft he guards the starry folds
- Alone I walked the ocean strand
- Along Ancona’s hills the shimmering heat
- A long, rich breadth of Holland lace
- Along the country roadside, stone on stone
- Along the pastoral ways I go
- Along the shore the slimy brine-pits yawn
- A man by the name of Bolus—(all ’at we ’ll ever know
- A man more kindly, in his careless way
- A mariner sat on the shrouds one night
- Amid the chapel’s chequered gloom
- A mighty fortress is our God
- A mighty Hand, from an exhaustless Urn
- A million little diamonds
- A mist was driving down the British Channel
- Among the priceless gems and treasures rare
- Among the thousand, thousand spheres that roll
- Ancient of days, Who sittest, throned in glory
- And do our loves all perish with our frames?
- And if he should come again
- And oh, to think the sun can shine
- “And this is freedom!” cried the serf
- And this is the way the baby woke
- And thou art gone, most loved, most honored friend!
- And you, Sir Poet, shall you make, I pray
- An English lad, who, reading in a book
- An heritage of hopes and fears
- A night: mysterious, tender, quiet, deep
- Announced by all the trumpets of the sky
- A noisette on my garden path
- An old man in a lodge within a park
- Anonymous—nor needs a name
- A nymph there was in Arcadie
- A pale Italian peasant
- A path across a meadow fair and sweet
- A peasant stood before a king and said
- A pilgrim am I, on my way
- A pitcher of mignonette
- A poet’s soul has sung its way to God
- A poet writ a song of May
- A public haunt they found her in
- A purple cloud hangs half-way down
- A raven sat upon a tree
- Are favoring ladies above thee?
- A rose’s crimson stain
- Around this lovely valley rise
- Art thou the same, thou sobbing winter wind?
- As a bell in a chime
- As a fond mother, when the day is o’er
- As a twig trembles, which a bird
- As doth his heart who travels far from home
- As dyed in blood the streaming vines appear
- As flame streams upward, so my longing thought
- As I came down from Lebanon
- As I came down Mount Tamalpais
- A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim
- A silver birch-tree like a sacred maid
- A simple-hearted child was He
- As I sit on a log here in the woods among the clean-faced beeches
- As I was strolling down a woodland way
- A soldier of the Cromwell stamp
- As one advances up the slow ascent
- As one by one the singers of our land
- As one who follows a departing friend
- A song lay silent in my pen
- A Song! What songs have died
- As on the gauzy wings of fancy flying
- As some mysterious wanderer of the skies
- As the insect from the rock
- As the Transatlantic tourists
- As the wind at play with a spark
- As to a bird’s song she were listening
- As we the withered ferns
- At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay
- “At dawn,” he said, I bid them all farewell
- At Eutaw Springs the valiant died
- A thousand silent years ago
- A throat of thunder, a tameless heart
- At midnight, in his guarded tent
- At midnight, in the month of June
- At Shelley’s birth
- At table yonder sits the man we seek
- At the king’s gate the subtle noon
- Autumn was cold in Plymouth town
- A viewless thing is the wind
- Awake! Awake!
- Awake, ye forms of verse divine!
- A weapon that comes down as still
- A week ago to-day, when red-haired Sally
- A whisper woke the air
- A white rose had a sorrow
- Ay, Dwainie!—My Dwainie!
- A year ago how often did I meet
- Ay, not at home, then, didst thou say?
- A youth in apparel that glittered
- Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
- Ay, this is freedom!—these pure skies
- Ay! Unto thee belong
- Azaleas—whitest of white!
- Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight
- Bathsheba came out to the sun
- Battles nor songs can from oblivion save
- Beautiful! Sir, you may say so. Thar is n’t her match in the county
- Before Him weltered like a shoreless sea
- Behind him lay the gray Azores
- “Behold another singer!” Criton said
- Behold, the grave of a wicked man
- Behold the portal: open wide it stands
- Bend low, O dusky Night
- Beneath the burning brazen sky
- Beneath the Memnonian shadows of Memphis, it rose from the slime
- Beneath the midnight moon of May
- Beneath thy spell, O radiant summer sea
- Beside her ashen hearth she sate her down
- Beside that tent and under guard
- Beside the landsman knelt a dame
- Between the dark and the daylight
- Between the falling leaf and rose-bud’s breath
- Between the mountains and the sea
- Between the sunken sun and the new moon
- Be ye in love with April-tide?
- Beyond the bourn of mortal death and birth
- Beyond the low marsh-meadows and the beach
- Beyond the sea, I know not where
- Bind us the Morning, mother of the stars
- Black riders came from the sea
- Black Tragedy lets slip her grim disguise
- Blessings on thee, little man
- Blind as the song of birds
- Blow softly, thrush, upon the hush
- Blue gulf all around us
- Blue hills beneath the haze
- Bold, amiable, ebon outlaw, grave and wise!
- Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
- Boy, I detest these modern innovations
- Break forth, break forth, O Sudbury town
- Break not his sweet repose
- Breathe, trumpets, breathe
- Bring me a cup of good red wine
- Broad bars of sunset-slanted gold
- Broncho Dan halts midway of the stream
- Brook, would thou couldst flow
- Brother of mine, good monk with cowlëd head
- Brown earth-line meets gray heaven
- Bugles!
- Burly, dozing humble-bee
- But do we truly mourn our soldier dead
- By the flow of the inland river
- By the merest chance, in the twilight gloom
- By the rude bridge that arched the flood
- By the waters of Life we sat together
- By the wayside, on a mossy stone
- Calling, the heron flies athwart the blue
- Calm as that second summer which precedes
- Calm Death, God of crossed hands and passionless eyes
- Can freckled Auguest,—drowsing warm and blonde
- Captain of the Western wood
- Carved by a mighty race whose vanished hands
- Cast on the water by a careless hand
- Channing! my Mentor whilst my thought was young
- Child of sin and sorrow
- Children, do you ever
- Child, weary of thy baubles of to-day
- Child with the hungry eyes
- City of God, how broad and far
- Climbing up the hillside beneath the summer stars
- Clime of the brave! the high heart’s home
- Close his eyes; his work is done!
- Close on the edge of a midsummer dawn
- Come a little nearer, Doctor,—thank you,—let me take the cup
- Come, all you sailors of the southern waters
- Come back and bring my life again
- Come, dear old comrade, you and I
- Come down, ye graybeard mariners
- Come hither and behold this lady’s face
- Come, let us plant the apple-tree
- Come listen, O Love, to the voice of the dove
- Come not again! I dwell with you
- Come, on thy swaying feet
- Come, Silence, thou sweet reasoner
- Come, stack arms, men; pile on the rails
- Come to me, angel of the weary hearted!
- Come, Walter Savage Landor, come this way
- Cooper, whose name is with his country’s woven
- “Corporal Green!” the Orderly cried
- Could but this be brought
- Could she come back who has been dead so long
- Couldst thou, Great Fairy, give to me
- Coward,—of heroic size
- Dame, how the moments go
- Darest thou now, O soul
- Darkness and death? Nay, Pioneer, for thee
- Dark, thinned, beside the wall of stone
- Daughter of Egypt, veil thine eyes!
- Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days
- Day in melting purple dying
- Day of wrath, that day of burning
- Days of my youth
- Dear, if you love me, hold me most your friend
- Dear little Dorothy, she is no more!
- Dear Lord! kind Lord!
- Dear Lord, thy table is outspread
- Dear marshes, by no hand of man
- Dear singer of our fathers’ day
- Dear, when you see my grave
- Dear wife, last midnight, whilst I read
- Death could not come between us two
- Death in this tomb his weary bones hath laid
- Death ’s but one more to-morrow. Thou art gray
- Death, thou ’rt a cordial old and rare
- Deep in a Rose’s glowing heart
- Deep in the heart of the forest the lily of Yorrow is growing
- Deep in the wave is a coral grove
- De gray owl sing fum de chimbly top
- Delayed till she had ceased to know
- De massa ob de sheepfol’
- Did Chaos form,—and water, air, and fire
- Dimpled and flushed and dewy pink he lies
- Disguise upon disguise, and then disguise
- Dismiss your apprehension, pseudo bard
- Divinely shapen cup, thy lip
- Dixon, a Choctaw, twenty years of age
- Does the pearl know, that in its shade and sheen
- Don Juan has ever the grand old air
- Do not waste your pity, friend
- Don’t you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt
- Dost deem him weak that owns his strength is tried?
- Down from a sunken doorstep to the road
- Down in a garden olden
- Down in the bleak December bay
- Down the long hall she glistens like a star
- Down the world with Marna!
- Do you fear the force of the wind
- Do you remember, my sweet, absent son
- Drink! drink! to whom shall we drink?
- Dumb Mother of all music, let me rest
- Each golden note of music greets
- Each of us is like Balboa: once in all our lives do we
- Edith, the silent stars are coldly gleaming
- Eileen of four
- Enamoured architect of airy rhyme
- Enchantress, touch no more that strain!
- En garde, Messieurs, too long have I endured
- England, I stand on thy imperial ground
- Ere last year’s moon had left the sky
- Ere yet in Vergil I could scan or spell
- Ermine or blazonry, he knew them not
- Even as tender parents lovingly
- Even at their fairest still I love the less
- Faint, faint and clear
- Fair are the flowers and the children, but their subtle suggestion is fairer
- Fair flower, that dost so comely grow
- Fair is each budding thing the garden shows
- Fair lady with the bandaged eye!
- Fair Roslin Chapel, how divine
- Fair star, new-risen to our wondering eyes
- Fairy spirits of the breeze
- Fallen? How fallen? States and empires fall
- Farewell, my more than fatherland!
- Far, far away, beyond a hazy height
- Far-off a young State rises, full of might
- Farragut, Farragut
- Far up the lonely mountain-side
- Fasten the chamber!
- Fathered by March, the daffodils are here
- Father, I scarcely dare to pray
- Father, I will not ask for wealth or fame
- “Father of lakes!” thy waters bend
- Father! whose hard and cruel law
- Few, in the days of early youth
- Few men of hero-mould
- Fierce burns our fire of driftwood; overhead
- Fifty leagues, fifty leagues—and I ride, and I ride
- Finding Francesca full of tears, I said
- Fit theme for song, the sylvan maid
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