INDEX OF FIRST LINES
Harp of New England song, 183.
Health to the poet, scholar, wit, divine, 213.
Hendrich Van Ghelt of Monmouth shore, 15.
Here where the curfew, 127.
Hither, where a woven roof, 343.
How many years have made their flights, 315.
How now are the Others faring? Where sit They all in state? 180.
How was it then with Nature when the soul, 194.
I have a little kinsman, 463.
I know an island which the sun, 337.
I know not if moonlight or starlight, 377.
I loved: and in the morning sky, 401.
I sat beneath a fragrant tasselled tree, 434.
I walk in the morning twilight, 398.
I walk the lane's dim hollow, 445.
If I had been a rich man's girl, 407.
In fallow college days, Tom Harland, 84.
In Gloucester port lie fishing craft, 119.
In January, when down the dairy, 114.
Is it naught? Is it naught, 413.
John Brown in Kansas settled, like a steadfast Yankee farmer, 3.
Just at this full noon of summer, 319.
Just where the Treasury's marble front, 90.
King Henri is King Stephen's peer, 332.
Ladies, Ladies Huntington, your father served, we know, 130.
Lady, had the lot been mine, 433.
Long since, there was a Princess of the blood, 258.
Look on this cast, and know the hand, 435.
Love, the winds long to lure you to their home, 354.
Love, these vagrant songs may woo you, 335.
Mute, sightless visitant, 450.
Night wind, whispering wind, 339.
No clouds are in the morning sky, 371.
No sandalled footsteps fall, 173.
Noël! Noël! 381.
Not for ourselves alone the God, who fathered that stripling, 227.
Not thus, Ulysses, with a tender word, 240.
Not yet! No, no,—you would not quote, 414.
Now dies the rippling murmur of the strings, 340.
Now making exit to the outer vast, 456.
O lark! sweet lark! 361.
O long are the years of waiting, when lovers' hearts are bound, 116.
O Love! Love! Love! what times were those, 99.
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