r even; 202
It may be through some foreign grace; 140
It was many and many a year ago; 10
It was nothing but a rose I gave her; 196
It was the schooner Hesperus; 80
Just where the Treasury's marble front; 188
Lear and Cordelia! 'twas an ancient tale; 78
Let me come in where you sit weeping,--aye; 263
Let me move slowly through the street; 42
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne; 15
Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands; 215
Look out upon the stars, my love; 14
Men say the sullen instrument; 158
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; 108
My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read; 172
My heart, I cannot still it; 192
My life closed twice before its close; 252
My life is like the summer rose; 4
My mind lets go a thousand things; 241
Nightingales warble about it; 290
No matter how the chances are; 275
Not a hand has lifted the latchet; 236
Not a kiss in life; but one kiss, at life's end; 209
Not as all other women are; 142
Now at last I am at home; 260
O Death, when thou shalt come to me; 233
O fairest of the rural maids; 6
O marvel, fruit of fruits, I pause; 167
O messenger, art thou the king, or I; 180
O Nature! I do not aspire; 166
Of all the rides since the birth of time; 87
Oh, inexpressible as sweet; 289
Oh, the shambling sea is a sexton old; 277
Oh, who would stay indoor, indoor; 251
_Oh, what's the way to Arcady_; 243
Old Sorrow I shall meet again; 230
Once it smiled a silent dell; 38
Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands; 54
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary; 45
Out of the hills of Habersham; 268
Prithee tell me, Dimple-Chin; 194
See, from this counterfeit of him; 185
Sence little Wesley went, the place seems all so strange and still; 280
Sky in its lucent splendor lifted; 238
So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn; 69
Sole Lord of Lords and very King of Kings; 300
Southward with fleet of ice; 71
Sparkling and bright in liquid light; 32
Spirit that moves the sap in spring; 294
Still in thy love I trust; 218
Such special sweetness was about; 224
The apples are ripe in the orchard; 117
The dawn came in through the bars of the blind; 213
The day is done, and the darkness; 66
The despot treads thy sacred sands; 104
The despot's heel is on thy shore; 113
The evening of the year draws on; 162
The handful here, that
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