- Flower of the moon!
- Flower of youth, in the ancient frame
- Flower, that I hold in my hand
- For a cap and bells our lives we pay
- Foreseen in the vision of sages
- Forgiveness Lane is old as youth
- For many blessings I to God upraise
- For me the jasmine buds unfold
- For, O America, our country!—land
- For sixty days and upwards
- For them, O God, who only worship Thee
- Four straight brick walls, severely plain
- Four things a man must learn to do
- Framed in the cavernous fire-place sits a boy
- Freedom’s first champion in our fettered land!
- Friends of the Muse, to you of right belong
- Fringing cypress forests dim
- From far away, from far away
- From some sweet home, the morning train
- From the Desert I come to thee
- From their folded mates they wander far
- From the misty shores of midnight, touched with splendors of the moon
- From this quaint cabin window I can see
- Frowning, the mountain stronghold stood
- Furl that Banner, for ’t is weary
- Garçon! You—you
- Gather all kindreds of this boundless realm
- Gaunt, rueful knight, on raw-boned, shambling hack
- Gay, guiltless pair
- Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us
- Give honor and love for evermore
- Give me a fillet, Love
- Give me a race that is run in a breath
- Give me the room whose every nook
- Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling
- Give me to die unwitting of the day
- “Give us a song!” the soldiers cried
- Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven
- Glory and honor and fame and everlasting laudation
- Go bow thy head in gentle spite
- God called the nearest angels who dwell with Him above
- God dreamed—the suns sprang flaming into place
- God keep you, dearest, all this lonely night
- Godlike beneath his grave divinities
- Gone, gone,—sold and gone
- Good-by: nay, do not grieve that it is over
- Good Master, you and I were born
- Good-night! I have to say good-night
- Good oars, for Arnold’s sake
- Go, Rose, and in her golden hair
- Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal
- Go ’way, fiddle! folks is tired o’ hearin’ you a-squawkin’
- Grandmother’s mother: her age, I guess
- Great Sovereign of the earth and sea
- Green be the turf above thee
- Green blood fresh pulsing through the trees
- Green grew the reeds and pale they were
- Guvener B. is a sensible man
- Had I the power
- Hail, Columbia! happy land!
- Hail to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning
- Hail to the land whereon we tread
- Hall we meet no more, my love, at the binding of the sheaves
- Handsome? I hardly know. Her profile ’s fine
- Happy are they and charmed in life
- Happy Song-sparrow, that on woodland side
- Hark!
- Hark at the lips of this pink whorl of shell
- Haro! Haro!
- Has any one seen my Fair
- Hast thou a lamp, a little lamp
- Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?
- Hath not the dark stream closed above thy head
- Hats off!
- Headless, without an arm, a figure leans
- Hear now this fairy legend of old Greece
- Hear the sledges with the bells
- Heaven is mirrored, Love, deep in thine eyes
- Heaven is open every day
- He came too late!—Neglect had tried
- He caught his chisel, hastened to his bench
- He comes, the happy warrior
- He crawls along the mountain walls
- He cried aloud to God: The men below
- He did n’t know much music
- He ’d nothing but his violin
- Heedless she strayed from note to note
- He gathered cherry-stones, and carved them quaintly
- He knelt beside her pillow, in the dead watch of the night
- Helen, thy beauty is to me
- He lies low in the levelled sand
- He loved her, having felt his love begin
- He loves not well whose love is bold!
- He might have won the highest guerdon that heaven to earth can give
- Her aged hands are worn with works of love
- Her casement like a watchful eye
- Her dimpled cheeks are pale
- Here
- Here are old trees, tall oaks, and gnarlëd pines
- Here at the country inn
- Here, Charmian, take my bracelets
- Here falls no light of sun nor stars
- Here—for they could not help but die
- Here from the brow of the hill I look
- Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere
- Here in the dark what ghostly figures press!
- Here in this room where first we met
- Here lived the soul enchanted
- Here, O lily-white lady mine
- Here room and kingly silence keep
- Here they give me greeting
- Her eyes be like the violets
- Her hands are cold; her face is white
- He rides at their head
- Her lips were so near
- Her suffering ended with the day
- Her voice was like the song of birds
- Her ways were gentle while a babe
- He sang one song and died—no more but that
- He sang the airs of olden times
- He sleeps at last—a hero of his race
- He speaks not well who doth his time deplore
- He was in love with Truth and knew her near
- He was six years old, just six that day
- He who hath loved hath borne a vassal’s chain
- He who would echo Horace’ lays
- He wrought with patience long and weary years
- Hey, laddie, hark, to the merry, merry lark
- High above hate I dwell
- High-lying, sea-blown stretches of green turf
- High towered the palace and its massive pile
- High walls and huge the body may confine
- His body lies upon the shore
- His broad-brimmed hat pushed back with careless air
- His cherished woods are mute. The stream glides down
- His echoing axe the settler swung
- His face is truly of the Roman mould
- His falchion flashed along the Nile
- His footprints have failed us
- His fourscore years and five
- His Grace of Marlborough, legends say
- His soul extracted from the public sink
- His tongue was touched with sacred fire
- His way in farming all men knew
- Hit ’s a mighty fur ways up de Far’well Lane
- Ho, a song by the fire!
- Ho! City of the gay!
- Holy of England! since my light is short
- Home from the observatory
- Home of the Percys’ high-born race
- Honest Stradivari made men
- Hope, is this thy hand
- Ho! pony. Down the lonely road
- Ho, there! Fisherman, hold your hand!
- How are songs begot and bred?
- How, as a spider’s web is spun
- How beautiful to live as thou didst live!
- How can it be that I forget
- How cold are thy baths, Apollo!
- How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood
- “How I should like a birthday!” said the child
- How long it seems since that mild April night
- How long I ’ve loved thee, and how well
- How shall we know it is the last good-by?
- How shall we tell an angel
- How slight a thing may set one’s fancy drifting
- How small a tooth hath mined the season’s heart!
- How still the room is! But a while ago
- How they are provided for upon the earth (appearing at intervals)
- Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky
- Hymettus’ bees are out on filmy wing
- I am dying, Egypt, dying!
- I am immortal! I know it! I feel it!
- I am not what I was yesterday
- I am old and blind!
- I am the mown grass, dying at your feet
- I am the spirit of the morning sea
- I am the Virgin; from this granite ledge
- I am Thy grass, O Lord!
- I and my cousin Wildair met
- I ask not how thy suffering came
- I bear an unseen burden constantly
- I beg the pardon of these flowers
- I broke one day a slender stem
- I burn no incense, hang no wreath
- I cannot look above and see
- I cannot make him dead!
- I celebrate myself, and sing myself
- I could have stemmed misfortune’s tide
- I count my time by times that I meet thee
- I crave, dear Lord
- I dare not think that thou art by, to stand
- I did not think that I should find them there
- I died; they wrapped me in a shroud
- I do affirm that thou hast saved the race
- I do not own an inch of land
- I don’t go much on religion
- I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
- If all the trees in all the woods were men
- If all the voices of men called out warning you, and you could not join your voice with their voices
- I fear no power a woman wields
- I feel a poem in my heart to-night
- I feel the breath of the summer night
- If I, athirst by a stream, should kneel
- If I but knew what the tree-tops say
- If I could know
- If I lay waste and wither up with doubt
- I fill this cup to one made up
- If I must die
- If I shall ever win the home in heaven
- If I were a cloud in heaven
- If I were very sure
- If Jesus Christ is a man
- I found a yellow flower in the grass
- If spirits walk, love, when the night climbs slow
- If there be graveyards in the heart
- If the red slayer think he slays
- If this little world to-night
- If, when I kneel to pray
- If wisdom’s height is only disenchantment
- If with light head erect I sing
- I gazed upon the glorious sky
- I had my birth where stars were born
- I have a little kinsman
- I have two friends—two glorious friends—two better could not be
- I heard the bells of Bethlehem ring
- I heard the trailing garments of the Night
- I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses
- I hear you, little bird
- I hung my verses in the wind
- I idle stand that I may find employ
- I know a place where the sun is like gold
- I know a story, fairer, dimmer, sadder
- I know a way
- I know, I know where violets blow
- I know it must be winter (though I sleep)
- I know not what will befall me: God hangs a mist o’er my eyes
- I lay in silence, dead. A woman came
- I lift mine eyes against the sky
- I lift this sumach-bough with crimson flare
- I like a church; I like a cowl
- I like the man who faces what he must
- I ’ll call thy frown a headsman, passing grim
- I ’ll not believe the dullard dark
- I looked one night, and there Semiramis
- I look upon thy happy face
- I loved thee long and dearly
- I love the old melodious lays
- I love thy kingdom, Lord
- I love to steal awhile away
- I made a song for my dear love’s delight
- I made the cross myself whose weight
- I ’m a gwine to tell you bout de comin’ ob de Saviour
- I met a little Elf-man, once
- I mid the hills was born
- I ’m king of the road! I gather
- In a branch of willow hid
- In an ocean, ’way out yonder
- In a tangled, scented hollow
- Inaudible move day and night
- In a valley, centuries ago
- In battle-line of sombre gray
- In days when George the Third was King
- In each green leaf a memory let lie
- I never build a song by night or day
- I never had a happier time
- In good condition
- In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
- In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
- In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain
- Innocent spirits, bright, immaculate ghosts!
- Insect or blossom? Fragile, fairy thing
- In shining groups, each stem a pearly ray
- In spite of all the learned have said
- In tangled wreaths, in clustered gleaming stars
- In Tennessee, the dogwood tree
- In the coiled shell sounds Ocean’s distant roar
- In the darkness deep
- In the gloomy ocean bed
- In the greenest of our valleys
- In the groined alcoves of an ancient tower
- In their ragged regimentals
- In the loud waking world I come and go
- In the night
- In the old churchyard at Fredericksburg
- In the still, star-lit night
- In the white moonlight, where the willow waves
- In thy coach of state
- Into the caverns of the sea
- Into the noiseless country Annie went
- Into the woods my Master went
- In vain we call old notions fudge
- In vain we call old notions fudge
- In what a strange bewilderment do we
- I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold
- I passed by a garden, a little Dutch garden
- I picture her there in the quaint old room
- I pray you, what ’s asleep?
- I put thy hand aside, and turn away
- I read somewhere that a swan, snow-white
- I read the marble-lettered name
- I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James
- I said: My heart, now let us sing a song
- I said to Sorrow’s awful storm
- I ’s a little Alabama Coon
- I saw a man, by some accounted wise
- I saw a picture once by Angelo
- I saw her scan her sacred scroll
- I saw him once before
- I saw not they were strange, the ways I roam
- I saw the constellated matin choir
- I saw them kissing in the shade and knew the sum of all my lore
- I saw these dreamers of dreams go by
- I saw the twinkle of white feet
- I saw thy beauty in its high estate
- I saw—’t was in a dream, the other night
- I saw two clouds at morning
- I say it under the rose
- I’ s boun’ to see my gal to-night
- I see a tiny fluttering form
- I see before me now a travelling army halting
- I see the cloud-born squadrons of the gale
- I see thee still! thou art not dead
- I see them,—crowd on crowd they walk the earth
- I see the star-lights quiver
- I send thee a shell from the ocean beach
- I served in a great cause
- I shall go out when the light comes in
- I shot an arrow into the air
- I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the Battle of Life
- I stand upon the summit of my life
- I stood within the cypress gloom
- I studied my tables over and over, and backward and forward, too
- Is water nigh?
- I take my chaperon to the play
- It came upon the midnight clear
- It cannot be that He who made
- I think if I should cross the room
- I think it is over, over
- I think that we retain of our dead friends
- It is dark and lonesome here
- It is good to strive against wind and rain
- It is in Winter that we dream of Spring
- It is not death to die
- It is the bittern’s solemn cry
- It is the hour when Arno turns
- It is the same infrequent star
- It is time to be old
- It lies around us like a cloud
- I tripped along a narrow way
- I try to knead and spin, but my life is low the while
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