O Keeper of the Sacred Key O, lay thy hand in mine, dear Old soldiers true, ah, them all men can trust. O Love if you were here . . O Love, turn from the unchanging sea, and gaze "O Mary, go and call the cattle home O may I join the choir invisible. O, my Luve's like a red, red rose Once at the Angelus . . Once more the Heavenly Power Once on my mother's breast, a child, I crept One day as I wandered, I heard a complaining One sweetly solemn thought One year ago, a ringing voice . On what foundation stands the warrior's pride O sacred Truth! thy triumph ceased a while O, saw ye bonnie Lesley O, saw ye the lass wi' the bonnie blue een O, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light O still white face of perfect peace O swallow, swallow, flying, flying south. O Thou Eternal One! whose presence brigh. O thou great Friend to all the sons of men 390 175 311 60 465 278 279 416 317 244 33 414 87 204 201 165 187 220 331 170 422 422 496 Over the river they beckon to me 413 O waly, waly up the bank.. 336 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being 96 O Winter, ruler of the inverted year Pain's furnace-heat within me quivers Peace, troubled heart! the way 's not long before thee Sally Salter, she was a young teacher who taught may have PAGE 280 376 497 158 463 207 325 Serene I fold my arms and wait She was a phantom of delight Should auld acquaintance be forgot Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part Sitting all day in a silver mist Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye Snow-bound for earth, but summer-souled for thee Soft on the sunset sky Some ask'd me where the rubies grew 232 Some day, some day of days, threading the street Swiftly walk over the western wave Teach me the secret of thy loveliness Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean Thank Heaven! the crisis That which her slender waist confined The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold 426 442 484 68 93 161 79 295 113 157 482 37 387 The Carrier cannot sing to-day the ballads . The day is cold, and dark, and dreary 302 The day is done, and the darkness. 509 The day, with cold gray feet, clung shivering to the hills 301 The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year 300 The morns are meeker than they were 70 The muffled drum's sad roll has beat 305 The night was made for cooling shade The muse, disgusted at an age and clime. Then haste ye, Prescott and Revere The night has a thousand eyes . . The night was dark, though sometimes a faint star The One remains, the many change and pass 218 III 226 134 91 460 425 114 The pass is barred! "Fall back!" cries the guard; There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young. 49 There shall be no more sea; no wild winds bringing There was a rover from a western shore There was a sound of revelry by night The sails we see on the ocean The salt wind blows upon my cheek The same year calls, and one goes hence with another The shadow of the mountain falls athwart the lowly plain - The sky is changed! — and such a change! O night The soul, secured in her existence, smiles 271 485 The sun of life has crossed the line. The sunshines bright in our old Kentucky home The western wind is blowing fair . The world is too much with us; late and soon They gave the whole long day to idle laughter They sat and combed their beautiful hair They who create rob death of half its stings 484 263 480 304 79 467 297 Three roses, wan as moonlight, and weighed down 309 Three words fall sweetly on my soul. 474 Three years she grew in sun and shower 326 Thus all day long the full distended clouds To live in hell, and heaven to behold "T was a jolly old pedagogue, long ago 'T was when the wan leaf frae the birk tree was fa'in "Two hands upon the breast Two worlds there are. To one our eyes we strain Under a spreading chestnut-tree Under the wide and starry sky. Upon a mountain height, far from the sea Upon ane stormy Sunday . Venus near her! smiling downward at this earthlier earth of ours Victor in poesy! Victor in romance Vital spark of heavenly flame Waäit till our Sally cooms in, fur thou mun a' sights to tell Wake now, my Love, awake! for it is time . Was ever sorrow like to our sorrow 'Way down upon the Swanee Ribber We are all here We are as mendicants who wait We are our father's sons: let those who lead us know We knew it would rain, for all the morn We know not what it is, dear, this sleep so deep and still Welcome, maids of honor We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths. We meet 'neath the sounding rafter. We parted in silence, we parted by night Werther had a love for Charlotte We sail toward evening's lonely star We sit here in the Promised Land We watched her breathing through the night We were crowded in the cabin "What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade What constitutes a state . . What do we plant when we plant the tree III |