- It seemed to be but chance, yet who shall say
- It settles softly on your things
- It sings to me in sunshine
- It ’s only we, Grimalkin, both fond and fancy free
- It trembled off the keys,—a parting kiss
- It was a Sergeant old and gray
- It was a still autumnal day
- It was but yesterday, my love, thy little heart beat high
- It was Christmas Eve in the year fourteen
- It was many and many a year ago
- It was nothing but a rose I gave her
- I ’ve borne full many a sorrow, I ’ve suffered many a loss
- I waked; the sun was in the sky
- I walked beside the evening sea
- I wanted you when skies were red
- I warn, like the one drop of rain
- I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city
- “I was with Grant”—the stranger said
- I watch her in the corner there
- I watch the leaves that flutter in the wind
- I weep those dead lips, white and dry
- I went to dig a grave for Love
- I will not look for him, I will not hear
- I wish I were the little key
- I wish that I could have my wish to-night
- I won a noble fame
- I wonder, dear, if you had been
- I would I had been island-born
- I would not live alway—live alway below!
- I would unto my fair restore
- I write my name as one
- I wrote some lines once on a time
- Jeannie Marsh of Cherry Valley
- Jesus, there is no dearer name than thine
- Jubilant the music through the fields a-ringing
- Just as the spring came laughing through the strife
- Just ere the darkness is withdrawn
- Just when each bed was big with bloom
- Just where the Treasury’s marble front
- Keep back the one word more
- Keep me, I pray, in wisdom’s way
- King Solomon stood in the house of the Lord
- Kiss me but once, and in that space supreme
- Know I not who thou mayst be
- Lady, there is a hope that all men have
- Land of unconquered Pelayo! land of the Cid Campeador!
- Last night Alicia wore a Tuscan bonnet
- Last night, when my tired eyes were shut with sleep
- Launched upon ether float the worlds secure
- Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass
- Lean close and set thine ear against the bark
- Leap to the highest height of spring
- Lear and Cordelia! ’t was an ancient tale
- Lend me thy fillet, Love!
- Les morts vont vite! Ay, for a little space
- Let hammer on anvil ring
- Let me come in where you sit weeping
- Life of Ages, richly poured
- Lighter than dandelion down
- Light of dim mornings; shield from heat and cold
- Light-winged Smoke! Icarian bird
- Like as the lark that, soaring higher and higher
- Like Crusoe with the bootless gold we stand
- Like some great pearl from out the Orient
- Like to a coin, passing from hand to hand
- Like to the leaf that falls
- List to that bird! His song—what poet pens it?
- “Little Haly! Little Haly!” cheeps the robin in the tree
- Little, I ween, did Mary guess
- Little masters, hat in hand
- Little Orphant Annie ’s come to our house to stay
- Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown
- Lo! above the mournful chanting
- Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
- Lofty against our Western dawn uprises Achilles
- Lonely and cold and fierce I keep my way
- Long has the summer sunlight shone
- Long hours we toiled up through the solemn wood
- Long I followed happy guides
- Long, long before the Babe could speak
- Look how it sparkles, see it greet
- Look on this cast, and know the hand
- Look out upon the stars, my love
- “Look up,” she said; and all the heavens blazed
- Lo! through a shadowy valley
- Lo! ’t is a gala night
- Love must be a fearsome thing
- “Love your neighbor as yourself”
- Low-anchored cloud
- Many things thou hast given me, dear heart
- Mark me how still I am!—The sound of feet
- Master of human destinies am I!
- Maud Muller on a summer’s day
- Memory cannot linger long
- Men of the North, look up!
- Men say the sullen instrument
- Methinks the measure of a man is not
- Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
- Mid the flower-wreathed tombs I stand
- Mid the white spouses of the Sacred Heart
- Mimi, do you remember
- Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
- Misfortune to have lived not knowing thee!
- Misshapen, black, unlovely to the sight
- More shy than the shy violet
- Most men know love but as a part of life
- Mother of nations, of them eldest we
- Much have I spoken of the faded leaf
- Mute, sightless visitant
- My absent daughter—gentle, gentle maid
- My body answers you, my blood
- My body, eh? Friend Death, how now?
- My boy Kree?
- My brigantine!
- My chile? Lord, no, she ’s none o’ mine
- My Christmas gifts were few: to one
- My country, ’t is of thee
- My Dearling!—thus, in days long fled
- My faith looks up to Thee
- My foe was dark, and stern, and grim
- My highway is unfeatured air
- My life is like a stroll upon the beach
- My life is like the summer rose
- My little girl is nested
- My little Mädchen found one day
- My little neighbor’s table ’s set
- My little one begins his feet to try
- My love leads the white bulls to sacrifice
- My Love too stately is to be but fair
- My mind lets go a thousand things
- My mother says I must not pass
- My prow is tending toward the west
- Myriads of motley molecules through space
- My short and happy day is done
- My son, thou wast my heart’s delight
- My soul to-day
- My window is the open sky
- Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes
- Nature reads not our labels, “great” and “small”
- Near strange, weird temples, where the Ganges’ tide
- Near the lake where drooped the willow
- Never a beak has my white bird
- Never yet was a springtime
- New England’s dead! New England’s dead!
- Nigger mighty happy w’en he layin’ by co’n
- Night after night we dauntlessly embark
- Nigh to a grave that was newly made
- No freeman, saith the wise, thinks much on death
- No life in earth, or air, or sky
- No more the battle or the chase
- No! No!
- No, no, I well remember—proofs, you said
- No, not in the halls of the noble and proud
- No one could tell me where my Soul might be
- Not as when some great Captain falls
- Not by the ball or brand
- Not drowsihood and dreams and mere idless
- Not from the whole wide world I chose thee
- Not in the sky
- Not in the world of light alone
- Not least, ’t is ever my delight
- Not lips of mine have ever said
- Not merely for our pleasure, but to purge
- Not midst the lightning of the stormy fight
- Not mine to draw the cloth-yard shaft
- Not on a prayerless bed, not on a prayerless bed
- Not trust you, dear? Nay, ’t is not true
- Not with slow, funereal sound
- Not ye who have stoned, not ye who have smitten us
- Now all the cloudy shapes that float and lie
- Now all the flowers that ornament the grass
- Now are the winds about us in their glee
- Now Camilla’s fair fingers are plucking in rapture the pulsating strings
- Now comes the graybeard of the north
- Now dandelions in the short, new grass
- Now England lessens on my sight
- Now for a brisk and cheerful fight!
- Now half a hundred years had I been born
- Now I lay me down to sleep
- Now is the cherry in blossom, Love
- Now, on a sudden, I know it, the secret, the secret of life
- Now since mine even is come at last
- Now Summer finds her perfect prime
- Now the frosty stars are gone
- Oak leaves are big as the mouse’s ear
- O bird, thou dartest to the sun
- O brother Planets, unto whom I cry
- O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done
- O child, had I thy lease of time! such unimagined things
- O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn!
- O dappled throat of white! Shy, hidden bird!
- O dawn upon me slowly, Paradise!
- O destined Land, unto thy citadel
- O earth! art thou not weary of thy graves?
- O Earth! thou hast not any wind that blows
- O’er a low couch the setting sun had thrown its latest ray
- O’er the wet sands an insect crept
- O’er the yellow crocus on the lawn
- O fairest of the rural maids!
- Of all the rides since the birth of time
- Of all the souls that stand create
- O far-off darling in the South
- O far-off rose of long ago
- Of heavenly stature, but most human smile
- O flower of passion, rocked by balmy gales
- Of old, a man who died
- O fountain of Bandusia!
- O friends! with whom my feet have trod
- Often I think of the beautiful town
- Oft have I stood upon the foaming strand
- O gallant brothers of the generous South
- O God, our Father, if we had but truth!
- O God, thy moon is on the hills
- O gold Hyperion, love-lorn Porphyro
- O, have you been in Gudbrand’s dale, where Laagen’s mighty flood
- Oh, band in the pine-wood, cease!
- Oh, be not ether-borne, poet of earth
- Oh, did you see him riding down
- O hearken, all ye little weeds
- Oh, frame some little word for me
- Oh, I am weary of a heart that brings
- Oh, it ’s twenty gallant gentlemen
- Oh! little loveliest lady mine
- Oh mother of a mighty race
- Oh, the wind from the desert blew in!
- Oh, what a night for a soul to go!
- Oh, what a set of Vagabundos
- Oh, what ’s the way to Arcady
- O, it is great for our country to die, where ranks are contending!
- O joy of creation
- O keeper of the Sacred Key
- Old Horace on a summer afternoon
- Old man never had much to say
- Old soldiers true, ah, them all men can trust
- Old wine to drink!
- O lend to me, sweet nightingale
- O let me die a-singing!
- O lifted face of mute appeal!
- O li’l’ lamb out in de col’
- O little buds, break not so fast!
- O little town of Bethlehem
- O living image of eternal youth!
- O lonesome sea-gull, floating far
- O Love Divine, that stooped to share
- O love, so sweet at first
- Olympian sunlight is the Poet’s sphere
- On a green slope, most fragrant with the spring
- On an olive-crested steep
- Once before, this self-same air
- Once hoary Winter chanced—alas!
- Once I knew a fine song
- Once I saw mountains angry
- Once more, once more, my Mary dear
- Once this soft turf, this rivulet ’s sands
- Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
- Once when the wind was on the roof
- One calm and cloudless winter night
- One day between the Lip and the Heart
- One day I saw a ship upon the sands
- One day there entered at my chamber door
- One elf, I trow, is diving now
- One night I lay asleep in Africa
- One sat within a hung and lighted room
- One shadow glides from the dumb shore
- One steed I have of common clay
- One sweetly solemn thought
- On hoary Conway’s battlemented height
- O nightingale, the poet’s bird
- On Kingston Bridge the starlight shone
- Only to find Forever, blest
- On scent of game from town to town he flew
- On softest pillows my dim eyes unclose
- On the road, the lonely road
- On the wide veranda white
- On woodlands ruddy with autumn
- On your bare rocks, O barren moors
- O pitying angel, pause, and say
- O poet rare and old!
- O pour upon my soul again
- O power of Love, O wondrous mystery!
- O ruddy Lover
- O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light
- O Say, my flattering heart
- O steadfast trees that know
- O tenderly the haughty day
- O thorn-crowned Sorrow, pitiless and stern
- O thou great Movement of the Universe
- O Thou great Wrong, that, through the slow-paced years
- O to lie in long grasses!
- O touch me not, unless thy soul
- Our eyeless bark sails free
- Our fathers’ God! from out whose hand
- Our many years are made of clay and cloud
- Our Mother, loved of all thy sons
- Our share of night to bear
- Out in the dark it throbs and glows
- Out in the misty moonlight
- Out of a cavern on Parnassus’ side
- Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass
- Out of the cradle endlessly rocking
- Out of the dusk a shadow
- Out of the focal and foremost fire
- Out of the heart there flew a little singing bird
- Out of the hills of Habersham
- Out of the mighty Yule log came
- Out of the old house, Nancy—moved up into the new
- Out where the sky and the sky-blue sea
- Overloaded, undermanned
- Over our heads the branches made
- Over the dim confessional cried
- Over their graves rang once the bugle’s call
- Over the plains where Persian hosts
- O, when I hear at sea
- O white and midnight sky! O starry bath!
- O white, white, light moon, that sailest in the sky
- O, whither sail you, Sir John Franklin?
- O woman, let thy heart not cleave
- O ye sweet heavens! your silence is to me
- O ye who see with other eyes than ours
- Pale beryl sky, with clouds
- Pale, climbing disk, who dost lone vigil keep
- Pallid with too much longing
- People’s Attorney, servant of the Right!
- Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine
- Poet of the Pulpit, whose full-chorded lyre
- Poor Creature! nay, I ’ll not say poor
- “Praise ye the Lord!” The psalm to-day
- Pray for the dead—who bids thee not?
- Priest of God, unto thee I come
- Prime cantante!
- Proud, languid lily of the sacred Nile
- Puffed up with luring to her knees
- Put every tiny robe away!
- Put them in print?
- Quiet as are the quiet skies
- Read me no moral, priest, upon my life
- “Read out the names!” and Burke sat back
- Regent of song! who bringest to our shore
- Reluctantly I laid aside my smiles
- Restless, to-night, and ill at ease
- Rockaby, lullaby, bees in the clover!
- Rocked in the cradle of the deep
- Roll out, O song to God!
- Roman and Jew upon one level lie
- Romancer, far more coy than that coy sex!
- Room for a soldier! lay him in the clover
- Roses and butterflies snared on a fan
- Rough pasture where the blackberries grow!
- Round among the quiet graves
- Round de meadows am a-ringing
- Runs the wind along the waste
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