INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

A MOODY child and wildly wise, 202.

"A new commandment," said the smiling Muse, 213.
A ruddy drop of manly blood, 194.
Already blushes on thy cheek, 149.
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, 31.
Askest, "How long thou shalt stay?" 12.
As sings the pine-tree in the wind, 212.
As sunbeams stream through liberal space, 36.

BECAUSE I was content with these poor fields, 105.

Bethink, poor heart, what bitter kind of jest, 215.

Blooms the laurel which belongs, 158.

Boon Nature yields each day a brag which we now first behold, 210.
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew, 87.

Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, 25.

Burly, dozing humble-bee, 28.

But God said, 79.

Butler, fetch the ruby wine, 97.

By fate, not option, frugal Nature gave, 102.

By the rude bridge that arched the flood, 117.

CAN rules or tutors educate, 194.

Cast the bantling on the rocks, 210.

DAUGHTER of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring, 121, 239.

Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, 169.

Day! hast thou two faces, 169.

Dearest, where thy shadow falls, 216.

Deep in the man sits fast his fate, 150.

Delicate omens traced in air, 202.

EACH spot where tulips prank their state, 216.

Each the herald is who wrote, 58.

Ere he was born, the stars of fate, 210.

Ever the Poet from the land, 208.

Every day brings a ship, 161.

Every thought is public, 207.

FAREWELL, ye lofty spires, 183.

Flow, flow the waves hated, 199.

Freedom all winged expands, 156.

From fall to spring the russet acorn, 96.

From thy worth and weight the stars gravitate, 218,

GIFTS of one who loved me, 202.
Give all to love, 66.

Give me truths, 104.

Give to barrows, trays, and pans, 196.
Go, speed the stars of Thought, 201.
Go thou to thy learned task, 208.
Gold and iron are good, 192.

Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home, 27.
Good Heart, that ownest all! 159.

Grace, Beauty, and Caprice, 195.

HARK what, now loud, now low, the pining flute complains, 217.
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun? 61.

He took the colour of his vest, 209.

He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, 216.
He who has no hands, 208.

Hear what British Merlin sung, 203.

Her passions the shy violet, 212.

Her planted eye to-day controls, 210.

High was her heart, and yet was well inclined, 207.

His tongue was framed to music, 203.

How much, preventing God! how much I owe, 256.

I, ALPHONSO, live and learn, 18.
I am not wiser for my age, 211.
I am the Muse who sung alway, 163.

I cannot spare water or wine, 20.

I do not count the hours I spend, 180.

I heard, or seemed to hear, the chiding Sea, 175.
I hung my verses in the wind, 162.

I like a church; I like a cowl, 8.

I mourn upon this battle-field, 185.

I said to heaven that glowed above, 215.

I see all human wits, 212.

I serve you not, if you I follow, 59.

If I could put my woods in song, 170.
If my darling should depart, 215.
If the red slayer think he slays, 149.
In an age of fops and toys, 157.

In countless upward-striving waves, 201.

In Farsistan the violet spreads, 214.

In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, 28.

In the suburb, in the town, 200.

In the turbulent beauty, 258.

It fell in the ancient periods, 13.

It is time to be old, 181.

KNOWS he who tills this lonely field, 108.

LITTLE thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, 7.
Long I followed happy guides, 62.