Day by day for her darlings to her | From thy worth and weight the stars much she added more, 341. Day by day returns, 392. Dearest, where thy shadow falls, Deep in the man sits fast his fate, gravitate, 303. Gifts of one who loved me, 283. Give to barrows, trays and pans, 277. Go speed the stars of Thought, 283. Each spot where tulips prank their Gold and iron are good, 271. state, 301. Each the herald is who wrote, 80. Ever the Poet from the land, 292. Fall, stream, from Heaven to bless; For Fancy's gift, 328. For Genius made his cabin wide, For joy and beauty planted it, 340. For thought, and not praise, 328. Forbore the ant-hill, shunned to Good-bye, proud world! I'm going Grace, Beauty and Caprice, 276. Hark what, now loud, now low, the pining flute complains, 303. out a gun? 83. Have ye seen the caterpillar, 374. He lives not who can refuse me, 347. He took the color of his vest, 292. Her passions the shy violet, 296. well inclined, 291. Him strong Genius urged to roam, His instant thought a poet spoke, I, Alphonso, live and learn, 25. I cannot spare water or wine, 28. I framed his tongue to music, 330. I grieve that better souls than mine, In Farsistan the violet spreads, 298. In my garden three ways meet, 370. In the suburb, in the town, 284. In Walden wood the chickadee, 342. I have an arrow that will find its It is time to be old, 251. I have no brothers and no peers, Knows he who tills this lonely field, I have trod this path a hundred times, 363. Let me go where'er I will, 365. I heard or seemed to hear the chid- | Let Webster's lofty face, 398. I hung my verses in the wind, 220. I like a church; I like a cowl, 6. I reached the middle of the mount, Like vaulters in a circus round, 331. cloaked clown, 4. Long I followed happy guides, 85. give, 353. Love on his errand bound to go, Love scatters oil, 96. Low and mournful be the strain, 205. I said to heaven that glowed above, Man was made of social earth, 109. 299. I see all human wits, 296. I serve you not, if you I follow, 82. If my darling should depart, 300. to weave, 398. October woods wherein, 362. O fair and stately maid, whose eyes, O pity that I pause! 187. O tenderly the haughty day, 199. well for the fortunate soul, 208. Of all wit's uses the main one, 351. On a mound an Arab lay, 100. On prince or bride no diamond stone, On two days it steads not to run from thy grave, 302. 293. Pale genius roves alone, 326. Philosophers are lined with eyes Power that by obedience grows, 360. Thanks to the morning light, 15. Quit the hut, frequent the palace, That each should in his house abide, 9. The brave Empedocles, defying fools, | Thee, dear friend, a brother soothes, The cold gray down upon the quinces There is in all the sons of men, 393. lieth, 348. The cup of life is not so shallow, 387. The debt is paid, 257. There is no great and no small, 282. The gale that wrecked you on the They put their finger on their lips, Think me not unkind and rude, This is he, who, felled by foes, 279. Thou foolish Hafiz! Say, do churls, Thou shalt make thy house, 354. Though loath to grieve, 76. Thousand minstrels woke within Thy foes to hunt, thy enviers to Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, Thy trivial harp will never please, I20. To and fro the Genius flies, 352. Trees in groves, 129. True Brahmin, in the morning The wings of Time are black and Try the might the Muse affords, white, 270. The word of the Lord by night, 201. 329. Two things thou shalt not long for, Two well-assorted travellers use, 210. Unbar the door, since thou the Who knows this or that? 375. Why did all manly gifts in Webster Venus, when her son was lost, 103. Why fear to die, 390. Was never form and never face, We are what we are made; Why lingerest thou, pale violet, to Why should I keep holiday, 83. following day, 395. We love the venerable house, 223. What all the books of ages paint, I What care I, so they stand the same, Winters know, 225. Wise and polite, and if I drew, |