| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: "Lucy" - For Her Golden Wedding, October 18, 1875 | Lucy." - The old familiar name | 1875 | 40 | 216 |
| 2: A Ballad Of The Boston Tea-Party | No! never such a draught was poured | 1874 | 102 | 568 |
| 3: A Birthday Tribute - To J. F. Clarke | Who is the shepherd sent to lead, | | 32 | 252 |
| 4: A Familiar Letter - To Several Correspondents | Yes, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; | | 80 | 220 |
| 5: A Family Record | Not to myself this breath of vesper song, | | 201 | 220 |
| 6: A Farewell To Agassiz | How the mountains talked together, | 1865 | 91 | 235 |
| 7: A Good Time Going! | Brave singer of the coming time, | | 64 | 203 |
| 8: A Hymn Of Peace | Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long! | | 24 | 258 |
| 9: A Loving-Cup Song | Come, heap the fagots! Ere we go | 1883 | 42 | 210 |
| 10: A Memorial Tribute | Leader of armies, Israel's God, | | 84 | 230 |
| 11: A Metrical Essay, Read Before The Phi Beta Kappa Society, Harvard University, August, 1836 | Scenes of my youth! awake its slumbering fire! | | 648 | 210 |
| 12: A Modest Request | Scene, - a back parlor in a certain square, | | 222 | 257 |
| 13: A Noontide Lyric | The dinner-bell, the dinner-bell | | 40 | 225 |
| 14: A Parting Health - To J. L. Motley | Yes, we knew we must lose him, - though friendship may claim | 1857 | 28 | 194 |
| 15: A Poem - Dedication Of The Pittsfield Cemetery, September 9,1850 | Angel of Death! extend thy silent reign! | | 122 | 215 |
| 16: A Poem For The Meeting Of The American Medical Association At New York, May 5, 1853 | I hold a letter in my hand, | | 96 | 237 |
| 17: A Poem Served To Order | The Caliph ordered up his cook, | 1873 | 72 | 208 |
| 18: A Portrait | Thoughtful in youth, but not austere in age; | | 14 | 253 |
| 19: A Portrait | A still, sweet, placid, moonlight face, | | 24 | 207 |
| 20: A Puritan War Song - To Canaan | Where are you going, soldiers, | 1862 | 60 | 224 |
| 21: A Rhymed Lesson (Urania) | Yes, dear Enchantress, - wandering far and long, | | 748 | 224 |
| 22: A Roman Aqueduct | The sun-browned girl, whose limbs recline | | 32 | 249 |
| 23: A Sea Dialogue | Friend, you seem thoughtful. I not wonder much | 1864 | 56 | 220 |
| 24: A Sentiment | The pledge of Friendship! it is still divine, | | 24 | 242 |
| 25: A Sentiment | O Bios Bpaxus, - life is but a song; | | 10 | 237 |
| 26: A Sentiment | A triple health to Friendship, Science, Art, | 1855 | 14 | 234 |
| 27: A Sentiment Offered At The Dinner To H. I. H. The Prince Napoleon, At The Revere House, September 25,1861 | The land of sunshine and of song! | | 48 | 207 |
| 28: A Song For The Centennial Celebration Of Harvard College, 1836 | When the Puritans came over | | 56 | 206 |
| 29: A Song Of "Twenty-Nine" | The summer dawn is breaking | 1851 | 88 | 208 |
| 30: A Song Of Other Days | As o'er the glacier's frozen sheet | | 60 | 235 |
| 31: A Sun-Day Hymn | Lord of all being! throned afar, | | 20 | 248 |
| 32: A Toast To Wilkie Collins | The painter's and the poet's fame | 1874 | 16 | 229 |
| 33: A Voice Of The Loyal North | We sing "Our Country's" song to-night | 1861 | 48 | 200 |
| 34: A Welcome To Dr. Benjamin Apthorp Gould On His Return From South America | Once more Orion and the sister Seven | 1885 | 40 | 201 |
| 35: Ad Amicos | The muse of boyhood's fervid hour | 1876 | 80 | 245 |
| 36: Added For The Alumni Meeting, June 29, | So the gray Boatswain of 'Twenty-nine | 1869 | 16 | 241 |
| 37: Address For The Opening Of The Fifth Avenue Theatre, New York, December 3, 1873 | Hang out our banners on the stately tower | | 158 | 209 |
| 38: Aestivation - An Unpublished Poem, By My Late Latin Tutor | In candent ire the solar splendor flames; | | 16 | 226 |
| 39: After A Lecture On Keats | The wreath that star-crowned Shelley gave | | 44 | 228 |
| 40: After A Lecture On Moore | Shine soft, ye trembling tears of light | | 44 | 227 |
| 41: After A Lecture On Shelley | One broad, white sail in Spezzia's treacherous bay | | 36 | 228 |
| 42: After A Lecture On Wordsworth | Come, spread your wings, as I spread mine, | | 100 | 214 |
| 43: After The Curfew | The Play is over. While the light | 1889 | 44 | 205 |
| 44: After The Fire | While far along the eastern sky | 1872 | 50 | 230 |
| 45: Agnes | The tale I tell is gospel true, | | 572 | 224 |
| 46: Album Verses | When Eve had led her lord away, | | 28 | 201 |
| 47: All Here | It is not what we say or sing, | 1867 | 73 | 231 |
| 48: America To Russia (Songs Of Welcome And Farewell) | Though watery deserts hold apart | 1866 | 40 | 221 |
| 49: American Academy Centennial Celebration | Sire, son, and grandson; so the century glides; | 1880 | 70 | 221 |
| 50: An After-Dinner Poem | In narrowest girdle, O reluctant Muse, | | 242 | 235 |
| 51: An Appeal For "The Old South" | Full sevenscore years our city's pride | | 42 | 235 |
| 52: An Evening Thought - Written At Sea | If sometimes in the dark blue eye, | | 32 | 201 |
| 53: An Impromptu | The clock has struck noon; ere it thrice tell the hours | | 20 | 196 |
| 54: Army Hymn - "Old Hundred" | O Lord of Hosts! Almighty King! | | 20 | 227 |
| 55: At A Birthday Festival - To J. R. Lowell | We will not speak of years to-night, | 1859 | 24 | 196 |
| 56: At A Dinner To Admiral Farragut | Now, smiling friends and shipmates all, | 1865 | 48 | 242 |
| 57: At A Dinner To General Grant | When treason first began the strife | 1865 | 72 | 234 |
| 58: At A Meeting Of Friends | I remember - why, yes! God bless me! and was it so long ago? | | 44 | 215 |
| 59: At The "Atlantic" Dinner | I suppose it's myself that you're making allusion to | 1874 | 68 | 197 |
| 60: At The Banquet To The Chinese Embassy | Brothers, whom we may not reach | 1868 | 48 | 221 |
| 61: At The Banquet To The Grand Duke Alexis | One word to the guest we have gathered to greet! | | 48 | 233 |
| 62: At The Banquet To The Japanese Embassy | We welcome you, Lords of the Land of the Sun! | | 56 | 227 |
| 63: At The Close Of A Course Of Lectures | As the voice of the watch to the mariner's dream, | | 36 | 209 |
| 64: At The Pantomime | The house was crammed from roof to floor, | 1874 | 80 | 259 |
| 65: At The Papyrus Club | A lovely show for eyes to see | | 40 | 252 |
| 66: At The Saturday Club | This is our place of meeting; opposite | | 166 | 196 |
| 67: At The Summit | Sister, we bid you welcome, - we who stand | | 24 | 228 |
| 68: At The Turn Of The Road | The glory has passed from the goldenrod's plume, | | 32 | 198 |
| 69: At The Unitarian Festival | The waves unbuild the wasting shore; | 1882 | 12 | 201 |
| 70: Aunt Tabitha - The Young Girl's Poem | Whatever I do, and whatever I say, | | 32 | 268 |
| 71: Ave | Full well I know the frozen hand has come | 1884 | 33 | 206 |
| 72: Avis | I may not rightly call thy name, | | 64 | 194 |
| 73: Before The Curfew | Alone, beneath the darkened sky, | 1888 | 12 | 199 |
| 74: Benjamin Peirce - Astronomer, Mathematician. 1809-1890 | For him the Architect of all | 1881 | 40 | 179 |
| 75: Bill And Joe | Come, dear old comrade, you and I | | 60 | 205 |
| 76: Birthday Of Daniel Webster (January 18, 1856) | When life hath run its largest round | | 64 | 188 |
| 77: Boston To Florence | Proud of her clustering spires, her new-built towers, | | 14 | 189 |
| 78: Brother Jonathan's Lament For Sister Caroline | She has gone, - she has left us in passion and pride, | 1861 | 36 | 210 |
| 79: Bryant's Seventieth Birthday | O even-handed Nature! we confess | 1864 | 84 | 206 |
| 80: Cacoethes Scribendi | If all the trees in all the woods were men; | | 12 | 206 |
| 81: Chanson Without Music By The Professor Emeritus Of Dead And Live Languages | You bid me sing, - can I forget | 1867 | 56 | 206 |
| 82: Choose You This Day Whom Ye Will Serve | Yes, tyrants, you hate us, and fear while you hate | 1863 | 48 | 227 |
| 83: Contentment | Little I ask; my wants are few; | | 72 | 208 |
| 84: Daily Trials By A Sensitive Man | Oh, there are times | | 44 | 241 |
| 85: De Sauty - An Electro-Chemical Eclogue | Tell me, O Provincial! speak, Ceruleo-Nasal! | | 56 | 216 |
| 86: Departed Days | Yes, dear departed, cherished days, | | 16 | 200 |
| 87: Dorothy Q. - A Family Portrait | Grandmother's mother: her age, I guess, | 1871 | 72 | 217 |
| 88: Edward Everett - "Our First Citizen" | Winter's cold drift lies glistening o'er his breast; | | 72 | 224 |
| 89: Epilogue To The Breakfast-Table Series Autocrat-Professor-Poet | A crazy bookcase, placed before | | 80 | 216 |
| 90: Even-Song. | It may be, yes, it must be, Time that brings | 1870 | 126 | 186 |
| 91: Evening By A Tailor | Day hath put on his jacket, and around | | 51 | 206 |
| 92: Extracts From A Medical Poem - The Stability Of Science | The feeble sea-birds, blinded in the storms, | | 32 | 196 |
| 93: F. W. C. | Fast as the rolling seasons bring | 1864 | 64 | 198 |
| 94: Fantasia - The Young Girl's Poem | Kiss mine eyelids, beauteous Morn, | | 18 | 198 |
| 95: Farewell - To J. R. Lowell | Farewell, for the bark has her breast to the tide, | 1855 | 24 | 185 |
| 96: For Class Meeting | It is a pity and a shame - alas! alas! I know it is, | 1875 | 44 | 193 |
| 97: For The Burns Centennial Celebration | His birthday. - Nay, we need not speak | | 56 | 184 |
| 98: For The Centennial Dinner Of The Proprietors Of Boston Pier, Or The Long Wharf, April 16, 1873 | Dear friends, we are strangers; we never before | | 48 | 201 |
| 99: For The Commemoration Services | Four summers coined their golden light in leaves, | 1895 | 84 | 184 |
| 100: For The Dedication Of The New City Library, Boston | Proudly, beneath her glittering dome, | 1888 | 44 | 185 |
| 101: For The Fair In Aid Of The Fund To Procure Ball's Statue Of Washington | All overgrown with bush and fern, | 1859 | 48 | 189 |
| 102: For The Meeting Of The Burns Club | The mountains glitter in the snow | | 56 | 180 |
| 103: For The Meeting Of The National Sanitary Association 1860 | What makes the Healing Art divine? | | 52 | 179 |
| 104: For The Moore Centennial Celebration | Enchanter of Erin, whose magic has bound us, | 1879 | 64 | 168 |
| 105: For The Services In Memory Of Abraham Lincoln | O thou of soul and sense and breath | | 28 | 188 |
| 106: For The Window In St. Margaret's In Memory Of A Son Of Archdeacon Farrar | Afar he sleeps whose name is graven here, | 1891 | | 181 |
| 107: For Whittier's Seventieth Birthday | I believe that the copies of verses I've spun, | 1877 | 56 | 188 |
| 108: Freedom, Our Queen | Land where the banners wave last in the sun, | | 24 | 171 |
| 109: From A Bachelor's Private Journal | Sweet Mary, I have never breathed | | 28 | 190 |
| 110: God Save The Flag | Washed in the blood of the brave and the blooming, | 1865 | 20 | 179 |
| 111: Grandmother's Story Of Bunker-Hill Battle As She Saw It From The Belfry | T is like stirring living embers when, at eighty, one remembers | | 148 | 195 |
| 112: H. C. M. H. S. J. K. W. | The dirge is played, the throbbing death-peal rung, | 1873 | 48 | 205 |
| 113: Hail, Columbia! | Hail, Columbia! Happy land! | 1887 | 59 | 187 |
| 114: Homesick In Heaven | Go seek thine earth-born sisters, - thus the Voice | | 91 | 212 |
| 115: How Not To Settle It | I like, at times, to hear the steeples' chimes | 1877 | 116 | 184 |
| 116: How The Old Horse Won The Bet | T was on the famous trotting-ground, | | 205 | 186 |
| 117: Humboldt's Birthday | Ere yet the warning chimes of midnight sound, | | 56 | 172 |
| 118: Hymn After The Emancipation Proclamation | Giver of all that crowns our days, | 1865 | 20 | 178 |
| 119: Hymn At The Funeral Services Of Charles Sumner, April 29, 1874 | Once more, ye sacred towers, | | 24 | 182 |
| 120: Hymn For The Celebration At The Laying Of The Cornerstone Of Harvard Memorial Hall, Cambridge, October 6, 1870 | Not with the anguish of hearts that are breaking | | 16 | 186 |
| 121: Hymn For The Class-Meeting | Thou Gracious Power, whose mercy lends | 1869 | 20 | 188 |
| 122: Hymn For The Dedication Of Memorial Hall At Cambridge, June 23, 1874 | Where, girt around by savage foes, | | 24 | 182 |
| 123: Hymn For The Fair At Chicago | O God! in danger's darkest hour, | 1865 | 28 | 174 |
| 124: Hymn For The Inauguration Of The Statue Of Governor Andrew, Hingham, October 7, 1875 | Behold the shape our eyes have known! | | 24 | 185 |
| 125: Hymn For The Same Occasion (The Two Hundredth Anniversary King's Chapel) | O'ershadowed by the walls that climb, | | 24 | 167 |
| 126: Hymn Of Trust | O Love Divine, that stooped to share | | 16 | 189 |
| 127: Hymn Read At The Dedication Of The Oliver Wendell Holmes Hospital At Hudson, Wisconsin | Angel of love, for every grief | 1877 | 28 | 183 |
| 128: Hymn. - The Word Of Promise | Lord, Thou hast led us as of old | | 28 | 171 |
| 129: I Like You And I Love You | I LIKE YOU Met I LOVE You, face to face; | | 12 | 168 |
| 130: Illustration Of A Picture "A Spanish Girl In Reverie," | She twirled the string of golden beads, | | 48 | 199 |
| 131: In Memory Of Charles Wentworth Upham, Jr. | He was all sunshine; in his face | 1860 | 40 | 172 |
| 132: In Memory Of John And Robert Ware | No mystic charm, no mortal art, | 1864 | 54 | 191 |
| 133: In Response | Such kindness! the scowl of a cynic would soften, | | 48 | 194 |
| 134: In The Quiet Days - An Old-Year Song | As through the forest, disarrayed | 1874 | 50 | 221 |
| 135: In The Twilight | Not bed-time yet! The night-winds blow, | 1882 | 112 | 174 |
| 136: In Vita Minerva | Vex not the Muse with idle prayers, | | 20 | 176 |
| 137: International Ode - Our Fathers' Land | God bless our Fathers' Land! | | 21 | 174 |
| 138: Iris, Her Book | I pray thee by the soul of her that bore thee, | | 51 | 197 |
| 139: J. D. R. | The friends that are, and friends that were, | 1862 | 12 | 214 |
| 140: James Russell Lowell | Thou shouldst have sung the swan-song for the choir | | 44 | 189 |
| 141: Joseph Warren, M. D. | Trained in the holy art whose lifted shield | 1875 | 14 | 194 |
| 142: King's Chapel | Is it a weanling's weakness for the past | | 66 | 160 |
| 143: L'Inconnue | Is thy name Mary, maiden fair? | | 18 | 211 |
| 144: La Grisette | As Clemence! when I saw thee last | | 40 | 218 |
| 145: La Maison D'Or | From this fair home behold on either side | | 8 | 190 |
| 146: Latter-Day Warnings | When legislators keep the law, | | 36 | 191 |
| 147: Lexington | Slowly the mist o'er the meadow was creeping, | | 60 | 164 |
| 148: Lines | I 'm ashamed, - that 's the fact, - it 's a pitiful case, | 1860 | 28 | 193 |
| 149: Lines By A Clerk | Oh! I did love her dearly, | | 40 | 189 |
| 150: Lines Recited At The Berkshire Jubilee, Pittsfield, Mass., August 23, 1844 | Come back to your mother, ye children, for shame, | | 52 | 181 |
| 151: Mare Rubrum | Flash out a stream of blood-red wine, | 1858 | 56 | 203 |
| 152: Martha (Died January 7, 1861) | Sexton! Martha's dead and gone; | | 25 | 194 |
| 153: Meeting Of The Alumni Of Harvard College - 1857 | I thank you, MR. PRESIDENT, you've kindly broke the ice; | | 72 | 162 |
| 154: Midsummer | Here! sweep these foolish leaves away, | | 28 | 187 |
| 155: Musa | O my lost beauty! - hast thou folded quite | | 63 | 173 |
| 156: My Annual | How long will this harp which you once loved to hear | 1866 | 56 | 170 |
| 157: My Aunt | My aunt! my dear unmarried aunt! | | 48 | 190 |
| 158: My Aviary | Through my north window, in the wintry weather | | 96 | 172 |
| 159: Nearing The Snow-Line | Slow toiling upward from' the misty vale, | 1870 | 14 | 162 |
| 160: Never Or Now - An Appeal | Listen, young heroes! your country is calling! | 1862 | 32 | 183 |
| 161: No Time Like The Old Time | There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young, | 1865 | 24 | 158 |
| 162: Non-Resistance | Perhaps too far in these considerate days | | 20 | 182 |
| 163: Nux Postcoenatica | I was sitting with my microscope, upon my parlor rug, | | 72 | 176 |
| 164: Ode For A Social Meeting | Come! fill a fresh bumper, for why should we go | | 12 | 164 |
| 165: Ode For Washington's Birthday | Welcome to the day returning, | | 48 | 173 |
| 166: Old Cambridge | And can it be you've found a place | 1875 | 117 | 176 |
| 167: Old Ironsides | Ay, tear her tattered ensign down | | 24 | 175 |
| 168: On Lending A Punch-Bowl | This ancient silver bowl of mine, it tells of good old times, | | 52 | 178 |
| 169: On The Death Of President Garfield | Fallen with autumn's falling leaf | | 76 | 163 |
| 170: On The Threshold | An usher standing at the door | | 36 | 187 |
| 171: Once More | Will I come?" That is pleasant! I beg to inquire | 1868 | 80 | 184 |
| 172: One Country | One country! Treason's writhing asp | 1865 | 32 | 179 |
| 173: Opening The Window | Thus I lift the sash, so long | | 16 | 176 |
| 174: Our Banker | Old time, in whose bank we deposit our notes, | 1874 | 52 | 190 |
| 175: Our Dead Singer | Pride of the sister realm so long our own, | | 42 | 172 |
| 176: Our Home - Our Country | Your home was mine, - kind Nature's gift; | 1880 | 70 | 169 |
| 177: Our Indian Summer | You 'll believe me, dear boys, 't is a pleasure to rise, | 1856 | 32 | 164 |
| 178: Our Limitations | We trust and fear, we question and believe, | | 16 | 177 |
| 179: Our Oldest Friend | I give you the health of the oldest friend | 1865 | 52 | 178 |
| 180: Our Sweet Singer - J. A. | One memory trembles on our lips; | 1872 | 52 | 196 |
| 181: Our Yankee Girls | Let greener lands and bluer skies, | | 32 | 178 |
| 182: Parson Turell's Legacy Or, The President's Old Arm-Chair - A Mathematical Story | Facts respecting an old arm-chair. | | 162 | 183 |
| 183: Parting Hymn - "Dundee" | Father of Mercies, Heavenly Friend, | | 24 | 187 |
| 184: Poem At The Centennial Anniversary Dinner Of The Massachusetts Medical Society, June 8, 1881 | Three paths there be where Learning's favored sons, | 1881 | 229 | 155 |
| 185: Poem At The Dedication Of The Halleck Monument, July 8, 1869 | Say not the Poet dies! | | 45 | 161 |
| 186: Poem For The Dedication Of The Fountain At Stratford-On-Avon, Presented By George W. Childs, Of Philadelphia | Welcome, thrice welcome is thy silvery gleam, | 1887 | 81 | 154 |
| 187: Poem For The Two Hundred And Fiftieth Anniversary Of The Founding Of Harvard College | Twice had the mellowing sun of autumn crowned | | 480 | 160 |
| 188: Post-Prandial - Phi Beta Kappa | The Dutch have taken Holland," - so the schoolboys used to say; | 1881 | 28 | 208 |
| 189: Prelude To A Volume Printed In Raised Letters For The Blind | Dear friends, left darkling in the long eclipse | | 26 | 158 |
| 190: Programme | Reader - gentle - if so be | 1874 | 72 | 194 |
| 191: Prologue | A prologue? Well, of course the ladies know, | | 74 | 182 |
| 192: Questions And Answers | Where, oh where are the visions of morning, | | 24 | 195 |
| 193: Qui Vive? | Qui vive?" The sentry's musket rings, | | 36 | 210 |
| 194: Readings Over The Teacups - Five Stories And A Sequel | You know "The Teacups," that congenial set | | 969 | 181 |
| 195: Reflections Of A Proud Pedestrian | I saw the curl of his waving lash, | | 24 | 181 |
| 196: Remember - Forget | And what shall be the song to-night, | | 64 | 191 |
| 197: Rhymes Of A Life-Time | From the first gleam of morning to the gray | 1881 | 14 | 175 |
| 198: Rip Van Winkle, M. D. | Old Rip Van Winkle had a grandson, Rip, | | 295 | 188 |
| 199: Robinson Of Leyden | He sleeps not here; in hope and prayer | | 48 | 187 |
| 200: Semi-Centennial Celebration Of The New England Society New York, December 22, 1855 | New England, we love thee; no time can erase | | 36 | 171 |
| 201: Shakespeare - Tercentennial Celebration | Who claims our Shakespeare from that realm unknown, | 1864 | 66 | 151 |
| 202: Sherman's In Savannah - A Half-Rhymed Impromptu | Like the tribes of Israel, | 1865 | 24 | 184 |
| 203: Song For A Temperance Dinner To Which Ladies Were Invited | A health to dear woman! She bids us untwine, | | 20 | 180 |
| 204: Song Written For The Dinner Given To Charles Dickens By The Young Men Of Boston, February 1, 1842 | The stars their early vigils keep, | | 32 | 165 |
| 205: Songs In Many Keys 1849-1861 | The piping of our slender, peaceful reeds | 1861 | 28 | 157 |
| 206: Spring | Winter is past; the heart of Nature warms | | 72 | 182 |
| 207: Spring Has Come | The sunbeams, lost for half a year, | | 56 | 171 |
| 208: St. Anthony The Reformer - His Temptation | No fear lest praise should make us proud! | | 32 | 175 |
| 209: Stanzas | Strange! that one lightly whispered tone | | 24 | 179 |
| 210: Sun And Shadow | As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green, | | 24 | 233 |
| 211: Tartarus | While in my simple gospel creed | | 32 | 198 |
| 212: The Angel-Thief | Time is a thief who leaves his tools behind him; | 1888 | 24 | 166 |
| 213: The Archbishop And Gil Blas - A Modernized Version | I Don't think I feel much older; I'm aware I'm rather gray, | 1879 | 52 | 159 |
| 214: The Ballad Of The Oysterman | It was a tall young oysterman lived by the river-side, | | 28 | 186 |
| 215: The Banker's Secret - From Readings Over The Teacups - Five Stories And A Sequel | The Banker's dinner is the stateliest feast | | 246 | 171 |
| 216: The Bells | When o'er the street the morning peal is flung | | 44 | 182 |
| 217: The Boys | Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys? | 1859 | 44 | 190 |
| 218: The Broken Circle | I stood On Sarum's treeless plain, | 1887 | 52 | 172 |
| 219: The Broomstick Train; Or, The Return Of The Witches | Look out! Look out, boys! Clear the track! | | 146 | 170 |
| 220: The Cambridge Churchyard | Our ancient church! its lowly tower, | | 112 | 179 |
| 221: The Chambered Nautilus | This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, | | 35 | 183 |
| 222: The Comet | The Comet! He is on his way, | | 72 | 159 |
| 223: The Coming Era | They tell us that the Muse is soon to fly hence, | | 52 | 163 |
| 224: The Crooked Footpath | Ah, here it is! the sliding rail | | 36 | 180 |
| 225: The Deacon's Masterpiece Or, The Wonderful "One-Hoss Shay" - A Logical Story | Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, | | 120 | 158 |
| 226: The Dilemma | Now, by the blessed Paphian queen, | | 48 | 180 |
| 227: The Dorchester Giant | There was a giant in time of old, | | 55 | 204 |
| 228: The Exile's Secret - From Readings Over The Teacups - Five Stories And A Sequel | Ye that have faced the billows and the spray | | 172 | 149 |
| 229: The First Fan | When rose the cry "Great Pan is dead!" | | 124 | 199 |
| 230: The Flaneur | I Love all sights of earth and skies, | 1882 | 137 | 172 |
| 231: The Flower Of Liberty | What flower is this that greets the morn, | | 40 | 199 |
| 232: The Fountain Of Youth | The fount the Spaniard sought in vain | 1873 | 48 | 170 |
| 233: The Girdle Of Friendship | She gathered at her slender waist | 1884 | 24 | 170 |
| 234: The Golden Flower | When Advent dawns with lessening days, | | 40 | 174 |
| 235: The Gray Chief | T is sweet to fight our battles o'er, | | 21 | 170 |
| 236: The Height Of The Ridiculous | I wrote some lines once on a time | | 32 | 166 |
| 237: The Hot Season | The folks, that on the first of May | | 56 | 178 |
| 238: The Hudson - After A Lecture At Albany | T was a vision of childhood that came with its dawn, | 1854 | 24 | 177 |
| 239: The Iron Gate | Where is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? | | 80 | 178 |
| 240: The Island Hunting-Song | No more the summer floweret charms, | | 40 | 249 |
| 241: The Last Blossom | Though young no more, we still would dream | | 48 | 162 |
| 242: The Last Charge | Now, men of the North! will you join in the strife | 1864 | 24 | 176 |
| 243: The Last Leaf | I saw him once before, | | 48 | 172 |
| 244: The Last Look | Behold - not him we knew! | | 36 | 172 |
| 245: The Last Reader | I sometimes sit beneath a tree | | 48 | 157 |
| 246: The Last Survivor | Yes! the vacant chairs tell sadly we are going, going fast, | 1878 | 72 | 170 |
| 247: The Living Temple | Not in the world of light alone, | | 56 | 189 |
| 248: The Lover's Secret - From Readings Over The Teacups - Five Stories And A Sequel | What ailed young Lucius? Art had vainly tried | | 128 | 159 |
| 249: The Lyre Of Anacreon | The minstrel of the classic lay | 1885 | 48 | 161 |
| 250: The Meeting Of The Dryads | It was not many centuries since, | | 72 | 173 |
| 251: The Mind's Diet | No life worth naming ever comes to good | | 24 | 181 |
| 252: The Moral Bully | Yon whey-faced brother, who delights to wear | | 56 | 168 |
| 253: The Morning Visit | A sick man's chamber, though it often boast | 1849 | 108 | 195 |
| 254: The Mother's Secret - From Readings Over The Teacups - Five Stories And A Sequel | How sweet the sacred legend - if unblamed | | 133 | 168 |
| 255: The Music-Grinders | There are three ways in which men take | | 78 | 185 |
| 256: The Mysterious Visitor | There was a sound of hurrying feet, | | 80 | 175 |
| 257: The New Eden | Scarce could the parting ocean close, | | 120 | 170 |
| 258: The Old Cruiser | Here's the old cruiser, 'Twenty-nine, | 1869 | 72 | 179 |
| 259: The Old Man Dreams | Oh for one hour of youthful joy! | | 44 | 172 |
| 260: The Old Man Of The Sea - A Nightmare Dream By Daylight | Do you know the Old Man of the Sea, of the Sea? | | 52 | 167 |
| 261: The Old Player | The curtain rose; in thunders long and loud | | 120 | 179 |
| 262: The Old Tune - Thirty-Sixth Variation | This shred of song you bid me bring | 1886 | 28 | 163 |
| 263: The Only Daughter | They bid me strike the idle strings, | | 80 | 181 |
| 264: The Opening Of The Piano | In the little southern parlor of the house you may have seen | | 28 | 187 |
| 265: The Organ-Blower | Devoutest of My Sunday friends, | | 50 | 184 |
| 266: The Parting Song - Festival Of The Alumni, 1857 | The noon of summer sheds its ray | | 29 | 157 |
| 267: The Parting Word | I must leave thee, lady sweet | | 72 | 183 |
| 268: The Peau De Chagrin Of State Street | How beauteous is the bond | | 12 | 160 |
| 269: The Philosopher To His Love | Dearest, a look is but a ray | | 36 | 178 |
| 270: The Pilgrim's Vision | In the hour of twilight shadows | | 136 | 166 |
| 271: The Ploughman | Clear the brown path, to meet his coulter's gleam! | | 58 | 172 |
| 272: The Poet's Lot | What is a poet's love? | | 28 | 185 |
| 273: The Promise | Not charity we ask, | 1859 | 28 | 172 |
| 274: The Rose And The Fern | Lady, life's sweetest lesson wouldst thou learn, | | 15 | 235 |
| 275: The School-Boy | These hallowed precincts, long to memory dear, | | 354 | 181 |
| 276: The Secret Of The Stars - From Readings Over The Teacups - Five Stories And A Sequel | Is man's the only throbbing heart that hides | | 104 | 179 |
| 277: The September Gale | I'm not a chicken; I have seen | | 56 | 171 |
| 278: The Shadows | How many have gone?" was the question of old | 1880 | 40 | 157 |
| 279: The Ship Of State - A Sentiment | The Ship of State! above her skies are blue, | | 20 | 208 |
| 280: The Silent Melody | Bring me my broken harp," he said; | | 60 | 168 |
| 281: The Smiling Listener | Precisely. I see it. You all want to say | 1871 | 76 | 174 |
| 282: The Spectre Pig - A Ballad | It was the stalwart butcher man, | | 116 | 172 |
| 283: The Star And The Water-Lily | The sun stepped down from his golden throne. | | 48 | 182 |
| 284: The Statesman's Secret - From Readings Over The Teacups - Five Stories And A Sequel | Who of all statesmen is his country's pride, | | 83 | 161 |
| 285: The Steamboat | See how yon flaming herald treads | | 56 | 163 |
| 286: The Stethoscope Song - A Professional Ballad | There was a young man in Boston town, | | 96 | 212 |
| 287: The Study | Yet in the darksome crypt I left so late, | | 86 | 181 |
| 288: The Sweet Little Man | Now, while our soldiers are fighting our battles, | | 60 | 201 |
| 289: The Toadstool | There's a thing that grows by the fainting flower, | | 32 | 191 |
| 290: The Treadmill Song | The stars are rolling in the sky, | | 40 | 168 |
| 291: The Two Armies | As Life's unending column pours, | | 44 | 191 |
| 292: The Two Streams | Behold the rocky wall | | 20 | 236 |
| 293: The Voiceless | We count the broken lyres that rest | | 24 | 181 |
| 294: The Wasp And The Hornet | The two proud sisters of the sea, | | 24 | 185 |
| 295: The World's Homage | If every tongue that speaks her praise | | 56 | 169 |
| 296: Thus Saith The Lord, I Offer Thee Three Things. | In poisonous dens, where traitors hide | 1862 | 36 | 165 |
| 297: To A Blank Sheet Of Paper | Wan-Visaged thing! thy virgin leaf | | 44 | 186 |
| 298: To A Caged Lion | Poor conquered monarch! though that haughty glance | | 24 | 175 |
| 299: To An English Friend | The seed that wasteful autumn cast | 1852 | 26 | 186 |
| 300: To An Insect | I Love to hear thine earnest voice, | | 48 | 177 |
| 301: To Christian Gottfried Ehrenberg For His "Jubilaeum" At Berlin, November 5, 1868 | Thou who hast taught the teachers of mankind | | 48 | 174 |
| 302: To Frederick Henry Hedge | Fit emblem for the altar's side, | | 32 | 179 |
| 303: To George Peabody | Bankrupt! our pockets inside out! | 1866 | 16 | 182 |
| 304: To Governor Swain | Dear Governor, if my skiff might brave | 1851 | 50 | 173 |
| 305: To H. W. Longfellow - Before His Departure For Europe, May 27, 1868 | Our Poet, who has taught the Western breeze | | 35 | 166 |
| 306: To James Freeman Clarke | I bring the simplest pledge of love, | 1880 | 44 | 167 |
| 307: To James Russell Lowell | This is your month, the month of "perfect days," | | 66 | 161 |
| 308: To John Greenleaf Whittier On His Eightieth Birthday | Friend, whom thy fourscore winters leave more dear | 1887 | 14 | 163 |
| 309: To My Old Readers - From Readings Over The Teacups - Five Stories And A Sequel | You know "The Teacups," that congenial set | | 90 | 186 |
| 310: To My Readers | Nay, blame me not; I might have spared | 1862 | 48 | 181 |
| 311: To R. B. H. | How to address him? awkward, it is true | 1877 | 32 | 158 |
| 312: To The Eleven Ladies | Who gave this cup?" The secret thou wouldst steal | | 32 | 154 |
| 313: To The Poets Who Only Read And Listen | When evening's shadowy fingers fold | | 20 | 165 |
| 314: To The Portrait Of "A Gentleman" In The Athenieum Gallery | It may be so, - perhaps thou hast | | 52 | 163 |
| 315: To The Portrait Of "A Lady" In The Athenaeum Gallery | Well, Miss, I wonder where you live, | | 32 | 170 |
| 316: Too Young For Love | Too young for love? | | 18 | 165 |
| 317: Two Sonnets: Harvard | To GOD'S ANOINTED AND HIS CHOSEN FLOCK | | 28 | 158 |
| 318: Under The Violets | Her hands are cold; her face is white; | | 40 | 165 |
| 319: Under The Washington Elm, Cambridge | Eighty years have passed, and more, | 1861 | 25 | 159 |
| 320: Union And Liberty | Flag of the heroes who left us their glory, | | 35 | 167 |
| 321: Unsatisfied | Only a housemaid!" She looked from the kitchen, | 1876 | 12 | 177 |
| 322: Verses For After-Dinner Phi Beta Kappa Society, 1844 | I was thinking last night, as I sat in the cars, | | 60 | 176 |
| 323: Verses From The Oldest Portfolio - First Verses - Phillips Academy, Andover, Mass., 1824 Or 1825 | The god looked out upon the troubled deep | | 38 | 157 |
| 324: Vestigia Quinque Retrorsum - An Academic Poem | While fond, sad memories all around us throng, | | 162 | 152 |
| 325: Voyage Of The Good Ship Union | T is midnight: through my troubled dream | 1862 | 96 | 156 |
| 326: Welcome To The Chicago Commercial Club | Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse; | 1880 | 32 | 165 |
| 327: Welcome To The Grand Duke Alexis | Shadowed so long by the storm-cloud of danger, | 1871 | 16 | 166 |
| 328: Welcome To The Nations | Bright on the banners of lily and rose | 1876 | 24 | 158 |
| 329: What I Have Come For | I have come with my verses - I think I may claim | 1873 | 24 | 177 |
| 330: What We All Think | That age was older once than now, | | 40 | 164 |
| 331: Wind-Clouds And Star-Drifts | Another clouded night; the stars are hid, | | 853 | 211 |
