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March (search for this): chapter 7
e world before, III. 238. O Holy Father! just and true, III. 54. Oh, praise an' tanks! De Lord he come, III. 231. Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growing, IV. 110. Oh, well may Essex sit forlorn, IV. 138. O Lady fair, these silks of mine are beautiful and rare, i. 17. Old friend, kind friend! lightly down, IV. 73. Olor Iscanus queries: Why should we, III. 216. O lonely bay of Trinity, IV. 269. O Mother Earth! upon thy lap, III. 131. O Mother State! the winds of March, IV. 127. Once more, dear friends, you meet beneath, III. 241. Once more, O all-adjusting Death, IV. 155. Once more, O Mountains of the North, unveil, II. 55. Once more on yonder laurelled height, IV. 175. One day, along the electric wire, IV. 84. One hymn more, O my lyre, II. 200. One morning of the first sad Fall. IV. 158. One Sabbath day my friend and I, i. 290. O Norah, lay your basket down, i. 120. On page of thine I cannot trace, II. 101. On the isle o
April (search for this): chapter 7
ip is still free, III. 47. Thanks for thy gift, IV. 54. The age is dull and mean. Men creep, III. 175. The autumn-time has come, II. 159. The beaver cut his timber, i. 241. The Benedictine Echard, II. 315. The birds against the April wind, III. 248. The blast from Freedom's Northern Hills, upon its Southern way, III. 80. The Brownie sits in the Scotchman's room, i. 25. The burly driver at my side, IV. 56. The cannon's brazen lips are cold, III. 329. The circle sky, II. 72. The sunlight glitters keen and bright, II. 14. The suns of eighteen centuries have shone, III. 275. The sun that brief December day, II. 135. The sweet spring day is glad with music, IV. 120. The sword was sheathed: in April's sun, IV. 286. The tall, sallow guardsmen their horsetails have spread, III. 356. The tent-lights glimmer on the land, III. 230. The threads our hands in blindness spin, II. 311. The time of gifts has come again, II. 64. The toss
May (search for this): chapter 7
. 336. We cross the prairie as of old, III. 176. We give thy natal day to hope, III. 367. We had been wandering for many days, i. 80. We have opened the door, i. 376. Welcome home again, brave seaman! with thy thoughtful brow and gray, III. 111. We live by Faith; but Faith is not the slave, II. 327. Well speed thy mission, bold Iconoclast, III. 326. Well thought! who would not rather hear, IV. 98. We praise not now the poet's art, IV. 113. We sat together, last May-day, and talked, IV. 143. We saw the slow tides go and come, II. 67. We see not, know not; all our way, III. 217. We wait beneath the furnace-blast, III. 219. What flecks the outer gray beyond, IV. 271. What shall I say, dear friends, to whom I owe, IV. 409. What shall I wish him? Strength and health, IV. 410. What though around thee blazes, III. 100. When first I saw our banner wave, III. 234. When Freedom, on her natal day, III. 46. When on my day of life the
June (search for this): chapter 7
arioteer, II. 330. Behind us at our evening meal, II. 271. Believe me, Lucy Laroom, it gives me real sorrow, IV. 405. Beneath the low-hung night cloud, i. 352. Beneath the moonlight and the snow, II. 164. Beneath thy skies, November, III. 192. Beside a stricken field I stood, III. 223. Beside that milestone where the level sun, II. 168. Between the gates of birth and death, IV. 312. Bind up thy tresses, thou beautiful one, IV. 356. Bland as the morning breath of June, II. 17. Blessings on thee, little man, II. 126. Blest land of Judaea! thrice hallowed of song, II. 196. Blossom and greenness, making all, IV. 310. Bring out your dead! The midnight street, i. 19. Build at Kallundborg by the sea, IV. 265. But what avail inadequate words to reach, II. 329. By fire and cloud, across the desert sand, III. 348. Call him not heretic whose works attest, II. 326. Calm on the breast of Loch Maree, i. 124. Calmly the night came down, I
October (search for this): chapter 7
142. I said I stood upon thy grave, III. 171. I shall not soon forget that sight, II. 98. I sing the Pilgrim of a softer clime, i. 322. Is it the palm, the cocoa-palm, II. 52. I spread a scanty board too late, II. 178. Is this the land our fathers loved, III. 35. Is this thy voice whose treble notes of fear, III. 104. It chanced that while the pious troops of France, III. 343. It is done, III. 254. Its windows flashing to the sky, i. 217. It was late in mild October, and the long autumnal rain, III. 308. I wait and watch; before my eyes, II. 132. I wandered lonely where the pine-trees made, II. 81. I would I were a painter, for the sake, II. 57. I would not sin, in this half-playful strain, IV. 227. I would the gift I offer here, III. 289. I write my name as one, II. 179. John Brown of Ossawatomie spake on his dying day, IV. 106. Just God! and these are they, III. 38. Know'st thou, O slave-cursed land, III. 228. Last nigh
November (search for this): chapter 7
hose charioteer, II. 330. Behind us at our evening meal, II. 271. Believe me, Lucy Laroom, it gives me real sorrow, IV. 405. Beneath the low-hung night cloud, i. 352. Beneath the moonlight and the snow, II. 164. Beneath thy skies, November, III. 192. Beside a stricken field I stood, III. 223. Beside that milestone where the level sun, II. 168. Between the gates of birth and death, IV. 312. Bind up thy tresses, thou beautiful one, IV. 356. Bland as the morning breated man! Down to the root, IV. 41. Summer's last sun nigh unto setting shines, IV. 314 Sunlight upon Judaea's hills, II. 195. Sweetest of all childlike dreams, II. 59. Take our hands, James Russell Lowell, IV. 152. Talk not of sad November, when a day, II. 93. Tauler, the preacher, walked, one autumn day, i. 141. Thank God for rest, where none molest, III. 259. Thank God for the token! one lip is still free, III. 47. Thanks for thy gift, IV. 54. The age is dull and
December (search for this): chapter 7
kipper sailed out of the harbor mouth, i. 392. The sky is ruddy in the east, III. 302. The soul itself its awful witness is, II. 329. The South-land boasts its teeming cane, III. 333. The storm and peril overpast, III. 269. The storm-wind is howling, IV. 328. The subtle power in perfume found, II. 89. The summer warmth has left the sky, II. 72. The sunlight glitters keen and bright, II. 14. The suns of eighteen centuries have shone, III. 275. The sun that brief December day, II. 135. The sweet spring day is glad with music, IV. 120. The sword was sheathed: in April's sun, IV. 286. The tall, sallow guardsmen their horsetails have spread, III. 356. The tent-lights glimmer on the land, III. 230. The threads our hands in blindness spin, II. 311. The time of gifts has come again, II. 64. The tossing spray of Cocheco's fall, i. 400. The tree of Faith its bare, dry boughs must shed, II. 339. The wave is breaking on the shore, III. 63.
Adam (search for this): chapter 7
ned thy word, IV. 391. Andrew Rykman's dead and gone, II. 258. And where now, Bayard, will thy footsteps tend, IV. 140. A night of wonder! piled afar, IV. 389. Annie and Rhoda, sisters twain, i. 308. A noble life is in thy care, IV. 326. A noteless stream, the Birchbrook runs, i. 407. Another hand is beckoning us, IV. 38. A picture memory brings to me, II. 174. A pious magistrate! sound his praise throughout, III. 168. Around Sebago's lonely lake, i. 41. As Adam did in Paradise, IV. 161. As a guest who may not stay, IV. 146. A score of years had come and gone, i. 354. A shallow stream, from fountains, II. 170. As Islam's Prophet, when his last day drew, i. 413. As o'er his furrowed fields which lie, III. 278. A sound as if from bells of silver, II. 61. A sound of tumult troubles all the air, III. 191. As they who, tossing midst the storm at night, III. 135. As they who watch by sick-beds find relief, i. 248. A strength T
Anna (search for this): chapter 7
By fire and cloud, across the desert sand, III. 348. Call him not heretic whose works attest, II. 326. Calm on the breast of Loch Maree, i. 124. Calmly the night came down, IV. 341. Champion of those who groan beneath, III. 9. Climbing a path which leads back never more, IV. 302. Close beside the meeting waters, IV. 330. Conductor Bradley, (always may his name, i. 359. Dark the halls, and cold the feast, i. 75. Dead Petra in her hill-tomb sleeps, II. 247. Dear Anna, when I brought her veil, IV. 331. Dear friends, who read the world aright, IV. 66. Dear Sister! while the wise and sage, II. 110. Dream not, O Soul, that easy is the task, II. 328. Dry the tears for holy Eva, IV. 157. Earthly arms no more uphold him, IV. 319. Ere down yon blue Carpathian hills, i. 62. Fair islands of the sunny sea! midst all rejoicing things, IV. 321. Fair Nature's priestesses! to whom, IV. 67. Far away in the twilight time, i. 192. Far from
Bayard (search for this): chapter 7
ong the legends sung or said, i. 398. Among the thousands who with hail and cheer, IV. 315. A moony breadth of virgin face, III. 15s3. And have they spurned thy word, IV. 391. Andrew Rykman's dead and gone, II. 258. And where now, Bayard, will thy footsteps tend, IV. 140. A night of wonder! piled afar, IV. 389. Annie and Rhoda, sisters twain, i. 308. A noble life is in thy care, IV. 326. A noteless stream, the Birchbrook runs, i. 407. Another hand is beckoning us,an vaunt, III. 173. Of all the rides since the birth of time, i. 175. Of rights and of wrongs, IV. 406. O friends! with whom my feet have trod, II. 267. Oh, dwarfed and wronged, and stained with ill, II. 294. Oh for a knight like Bayard, IV. 80. Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, II. 107. Oh, none in all the world before, III. 238. O Holy Father! just and true, III. 54. Oh, praise an' tanks! De Lord he come, III. 231. Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growi
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