| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: A Backward Look | As I sat smoking, alone, yesterday, | | 54 | 132 |
| 2: A Ballad With A Serious Conclusion | Crowd about me, little children | | 92 | 110 |
| 3: A Bear Family | Wunst, 'way West in Illinoise, | | 80 | 71 |
| 4: A Brave Refrain | When snow is here, and the trees look weird, | | 28 | 54 |
| 5: A Bride | O I am weary!" she sighed, as her billowy | | 20 | 54 |
| 6: A Canary At the Farm | Folks has be'n to town, and Sahry | | 24 | 52 |
| 7: A Child-World | The Child-World - long and long since lost to view | | 21 | 64 |
| 8: A Christmas Memory | Pa he bringed me here to stay | | 56 | 70 |
| 9: A Country Pathway. | I come upon it suddenly, alone | | 104 | 65 |
| 10: A Cup Of Tea. | I have sipped, with drooping lashes, | | 32 | 53 |
| 11: A Defective Santa Claus | Allus when our Pa he's away | | 315 | 74 |
| 12: A Delicious Interruption | All were quite gracious in their plaudits of | | 28 | 62 |
| 13: A Discouraging Model | Just the airiest, fairiest slip of a thing, | | 20 | 49 |
| 14: A Discouraging Model. | Just the airiest, fairiest slip of a thing, | | 20 | 48 |
| 15: A Ditty Of No Tone. | Would that my lips might pour out in thy praise | | 30 | 50 |
| 16: A Diverted Tragedy | Gracie wuz allus a careless tot; | | 22 | 54 |
| 17: A Dos't O' Blues. | I' got no patience with blues at all! | | 40 | 45 |
| 18: A Dream | I dreamed I was a spider; | | 48 | 57 |
| 19: A Dream Of Autumn. | Mellow hazes, lowly trailing | | 48 | 47 |
| 20: A Dream Of Long Ago | Lying listless in the mosses | | 64 | 53 |
| 21: A Dubious "Old Kriss" | Us-folks is purty pore - but Ma | | 60 | 49 |
| 22: A Fantasy | A fantasy that came to me | | 97 | 60 |
| 23: A Feel In The Chris'mas-Air | They's a kind o' feel in the air, to me. | | 32 | 54 |
| 24: A Fruit Piece | The afternoon of summer folds | | 26 | 52 |
| 25: A Full Harvest. | Seems like a feller'd ort 'o jes' to-day | | 14 | 45 |
| 26: A Glimpse of Pan | I caught but a glimpse of him. Summer was here. | | 22 | 46 |
| 27: A Glimpse Of Pan. | I caught but a glimpse of him. Summer was here, | | 22 | 53 |
| 28: A Good Man | A good man never dies | | 16 | 61 |
| 29: A Gustatory Achievement | Last Thanksgivin'-dinner we | | 12 | 49 |
| 30: A Hobo Voluntary | Oh, the hobo's life is a roving life; | | 80 | 47 |
| 31: A Home-Made Fairy Tale | Bud, come here to your uncle a spell, | | 32 | 57 |
| 32: A Leave-Taking. | She will not smile; | | 24 | 56 |
| 33: A Letter To A Friend | The past is like a story | | 24 | 49 |
| 34: A Life Lesson | There! Little girl; don't cry! | | 21 | 56 |
| 35: A Liz Town Humorist | Settin' round the stove, last night, | | 35 | 53 |
| 36: A Lounger. | He leant against a lamp-post, lost | | 16 | 48 |
| 37: A Man Of Many Parts | It was a man of many parts, | | 24 | 48 |
| 38: A Masque Of The Seasons | Summer or Winter or Spring or Fall, | | 38 | 47 |
| 39: A Monument For The Soldiers. | A monument for the Soldiers! | | 40 | 48 |
| 40: A Mother-Song | Mother, O mother! forever I cry for you, | | 24 | 47 |
| 41: A New Year's Plaint | The bells that lift their yawning throats | | 48 | 52 |
| 42: A New Year's Time at Willards's | There's old man Willards; an' his wife; | | 182 | 50 |
| 43: A Noted Traveler | Even in such a scene of senseless play | | 44 | 52 |
| 44: A Parent Reprimanded | Sometimes I think 'at Parents does | | 11 | 43 |
| 45: A Poet's Wooing | What may I do to make you glad, | | 32 | 47 |
| 46: A Prospective Visit | While any day was notable and dear | | 35 | 48 |
| 47: A Rough Sketch | I caught, for a second, across the crowd | | 12 | 49 |
| 48: A Scrawl | I want to sing something - but this is all | | 12 | 51 |
| 49: A Session With Uncle Sidney - I - One Of His Animal Stories | Now, Tudens, you sit on this knee - and 'scuse | 1869 | 119 | 51 |
| 50: A Session With Uncle Sidney - II - Uncle Brightens Up | Uncle he says 'at 'way down in the sea | | 18 | 59 |
| 51: A Session With Uncle Sidney - III - Sings A "Winky-Tooden" Song | O here's a little rhyme for the Spring- or Summer-time | | 18 | 52 |
| 52: A Session With Uncle Sidney - IV - And Makes Nursery Rhymes - 1 The Diners In The Kitchen | Our dog Fred | | 18 | 45 |
| 53: A Session With Uncle Sidney - IV - And Makes Nursery Rhymes - 2 The Imperious Angler | Miss Medairy Dory-Ann | | 6 | 52 |
| 54: A Session With Uncle Sidney - IV - And Makes Nursery Rhymes - 3 The Gathering Of The Clans | Where's the crowd that dares to go | | 24 | 46 |
| 55: A Session With Uncle Sidney - IV - And Makes Nursery Rhymes - 4 "It" | A wee little worm in a hickory-nut | | 4 | 50 |
| 56: A Session With Uncle Sidney - IV - And Makes Nursery Rhymes - 5 The Daring Prince | A daring prince, of the realm Rangg Dhune, | | 6 | 55 |
| 57: A Song | There is ever a song somewhere, my dear; | | 26 | 48 |
| 58: A Song By Uncle Sidney | O were I not a clod, intent | | 8 | 40 |
| 59: A Song Of Long Ago. | A song of Long Ago: | | 30 | 54 |
| 60: A Song Of Singing | Sing! gangling lad, along the brink | | 16 | 46 |
| 61: A Southern Singer. | Herein are blown from out the South | | 36 | 46 |
| 62: A Spring Song And A Later | She sang a song of May for me, | | 16 | 46 |
| 63: A Sudden Shower | Barefooted boys scud up the street | | 28 | 51 |
| 64: A Summer Afternoon | A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze, | | 28 | 49 |
| 65: A Summer Sunrise | The master-hand whose pencils trace | | 40 | 53 |
| 66: A Tale Of The Airly Days | Oh! tell me a tale of the airly days | | 40 | 53 |
| 67: A Test Of Love | He wooed her first in an atmosphere | | 24 | 53 |
| 68: A Variation | I am tired of this! | | 42 | 48 |
| 69: A Very Youthful Affair | I'm bin a-visitun 'bout a week | | 4 | 55 |
| 70: A Voice From the Farm | It is my dream to have you here with me, | | 14 | 44 |
| 71: A Water-Color. | Low hidden in among the forest trees | | 12 | 58 |
| 72: A Wild Irishman | Not very many years ago the writer was for some months stationed at | | 446 | 46 |
| 73: A Worn-Out Pencil. | Welladay! | | 35 | 50 |
| 74: A Wraith Of Summertime. | In its color, shade and shine, | | 18 | 53 |
| 75: A Wrangdillion | Dexery-tethery! down in the dike, | | 24 | 49 |
| 76: A' Old Played-Out Song | It's the curiousest thing in creation, | | 48 | 49 |
| 77: Abe Martin | Abe Martin! - dad-burn his old picture! | | 32 | 48 |
| 78: Almon Keefer | Ah, Almon Keefer! what a boy you were, | | 113 | 53 |
| 79: America's Thanksgiving | Father all bountiful, in mercy bear | | 40 | 44 |
| 80: An Autumnal Extravaganza | With a sweeter voice than birds | | 50 | 49 |
| 81: An Empty Nest | I find an old deserted nest, | | 20 | 47 |
| 82: An Impetuous Resolve | When little Dickie Swope's a man, | | 16 | 45 |
| 83: An Impromptu Fairy-Tale | When I wuz ist a little bit | | 36 | 50 |
| 84: An Old Friend | Hey, Old Midsummer! are you here again, | | 21 | 53 |
| 85: An Old Settler's Story | William Williams his name was | | 1044 | 44 |
| 86: An Old Sweetheart of Mine | The ordered intermingling | | 152 | 47 |
| 87: An Old Sweetheart Of Mine | As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, | | 44 | 54 |
| 88: An Old Sweetheart Of Mine | An old sweetheart of mine! - Is this her presence here with me, | | 72 | 48 |
| 89: An Old Year's Address | I have twankled the strings of the twinkering rain; | | 42 | 45 |
| 90: An Out-Worn Sappho | How tired I am! I sink down all alone | | 99 | 52 |
| 91: Anselmo | Years did I vainly seek the good Lord's grace, | | 18 | 50 |
| 92: Art and Love | He faced his canvas (as a seer whose ken | | 14 | 49 |
| 93: Art And Poetry | Wess he says, and sort o' grins, | | 24 | 48 |
| 94: As Created | There's a space for good to bloom in | | 8 | 45 |
| 95: As My Uncle Used To Say. | I've thought a power on men and things, | | 24 | 51 |
| 96: At Aunty's House | One time, when we'z at Aunty's house | | 30 | 47 |
| 97: At Broad Ripple. | Ah, Luxury! Beyond the heat | | 32 | 57 |
| 98: At Last | A dark, tempestuous night; the stars shut in | | 36 | 52 |
| 99: At Noey's House | At Noey's house - when they arrived with him | | 81 | 56 |
| 100: At Noon - And Midnight. | Far in the night, and yet no rest for him! The pillow next his own | | 8 | 55 |
| 101: At Sea | O we go down to sea in ships | | 16 | 44 |
| 102: At Utter Loaf. | An afternoon as ripe with heat | | 33 | 44 |
| 103: At Zekesbury. | The little town, as I recall it, | | 157 | 45 |
| 104: August. | A day of torpor in the sullen heat | | 40 | 54 |
| 105: Autumn. | As a harvester, at dusk, | | 100 | 52 |
| 106: Away | I cannot say, and I will not say | | 24 | 57 |
| 107: Babyhood. | Heigh-ho! Babyhood! Tell me where you linger: | | 24 | 48 |
| 108: Back From a Two-years' Sentence | Back from a two-years' sentence! | | 24 | 53 |
| 109: Back From Town | Old friends allus is the best, | | 32 | 49 |
| 110: Be Our Fortunes As They May | Be our fortunes as they may, | | 20 | 46 |
| 111: Beautiful Hands. | O your hands - they are strangely fair! | | 40 | 42 |
| 112: Becalmed | Would that the winds might only blow | | 20 | 42 |
| 113: Because | Why did we meet long years of yore? | | 18 | 62 |
| 114: Bedouin. | O love is like an untamed steed! - | | 18 | 45 |
| 115: Being His Mother. | Being his mother - when he goes away | | 14 | 47 |
| 116: Bewildering Emotions | The merriment that followed was subdued | | 31 | 49 |
| 117: Billy And His Drum | Ho! it's come, kids, come! | | 18 | 51 |
| 118: Billy's Alphabetical Animal Show. | A was an elegant Ape | | 135 | 47 |
| 119: Blind. | You think it is a sorry thing | | 214 | 43 |
| 120: Blooms Of May | But yesterday!... | | 18 | 48 |
| 121: Bryant | The harp has fallen from the master's hand; | | 14 | 46 |
| 122: Bud's Fairy-Tale | Some peoples thinks they ain't no Fairies now | | 230 | 42 |
| 123: By Any Other Name. | First the teacher called the roll, | | 32 | 42 |
| 124: By Her White Bed. | By her white bed I muse a little space: | | 14 | 41 |
| 125: Chairley Burke | It's Chairley Burke's in town, b'ys! He's down til "Jamesy's Place," | | 20 | 48 |
| 126: Christmas Greeting | A word of Godspeed and good cheer | | 6 | 54 |
| 127: Climatic Sorcery | When frost's all on our winder, an' the snow's | | 8 | 41 |
| 128: Company Manners | When Bess gave her Dollies a Tea, said she, | | 4 | 42 |
| 129: Cousin Rufus' Story | My little story, Cousin Rufus said, | | 163 | 44 |
| 130: Craqueodoom | The Crankadox leaned o'er the edge of the moon | | 24 | 41 |
| 131: Curly Locks | Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine? | | 24 | 49 |
| 132: Dan O'Sullivan | Dan O'Sullivan: It's your | | 24 | 60 |
| 133: Dan Paine. | Old friend of mine, whose chiming name | | 40 | 53 |
| 134: Das Krist Kindel | I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delight | | 60 | 45 |
| 135: Das Krist Kindel | I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delight | | 60 | 45 |
| 136: Dawn, Noon And Dewfall. | Dawn, noon and dewfall! Bluebird and robin | | 12 | 48 |
| 137: Dead In Sight Of Fame | Dead! Dead! Dead! | | 24 | 46 |
| 138: Dead Leaves | As though a gipsy maiden with dim look, | | 42 | 60 |
| 139: Dead Selves | How many of my selves are dead? | | 63 | 46 |
| 140: Dear Hands. | The touches of her hands are like the fall | | 19 | 41 |
| 141: Dearth | I hold your trembling hand to-night - and yet | | 14 | 49 |
| 142: Dedication To Hewitt Hanson Howland With Halest Christmas Greetings And Fraternal | Little Boy! Halloo! - halloo! | | 4 | 42 |
| 143: Dedication: Riley Child-Rhymes | He owns the bird-songs of the hills | | 10 | 39 |
| 144: Doc Sifers. | Of all the doctors I could cite you to in this-'ere town | | 60 | 48 |
| 145: Donn Piatt Of Mac-O-Chee. | Donn Piatt - of Mac-o-chee, | | 56 | 41 |
| 146: Dot Leedle Boy. | Ot's a leedle Christmas story | | 121 | 37 |
| 147: Down Around The River | Noon-time an' June-time, down around the river! | | 32 | 40 |
| 148: Down On Wriggle Crick | Mostly folks is law-abidin' | | 73 | 40 |
| 149: Down To The Capital | I' be'n down to the Capital at Washington, D. C., | | 64 | 46 |
| 150: Dream | Because her eyes were far too deep | | 32 | 60 |
| 151: Dream-March | Wasn't it a funny dream! - perfectly bewild'rin'! | | 36 | 43 |
| 152: Dreamer, Say | Dreamer, say, will you dream for me | | 24 | 53 |
| 153: Dusk | The frightened herds of clouds across the sky | | 14 | 42 |
| 154: Elizabeth. | Elizabeth! Elizabeth! | | 30 | 43 |
| 155: Elmer Brown | Awf'lest boy in this-here town | | 30 | 46 |
| 156: Envoy | Many pleasures of youth have been buoyantly sung | | 40 | 45 |
| 157: Envoy. | Just as of old! The world rolls on and on; | | 12 | 41 |
| 158: Evensong | Lay away the story, | | 16 | 47 |
| 159: Extremes | A little boy once played so loud | | 8 | 44 |
| 160: Fame | Once, in a dream, I saw a man, | | 82 | 42 |
| 161: Fame | Once, in a dream, I saw a man | | 82 | 46 |
| 162: Farmer Whipple. - Bachelor. | It's a mystery to see me - a man o' fifty-four, | | 112 | 43 |
| 163: Father William | You are old, Father William, and though one would think | | 32 | 46 |
| 164: Find The Favorite | Our three cats is Maltese cats, | | 56 | 40 |
| 165: Floretty's Musical Contribution | All seemed delighted, though the elders more, | | 124 | 43 |
| 166: Fool-Youngens | Me an' Bert an' Minnie-Belle | | 30 | 43 |
| 167: For You | For you, I could forget the gay | | 24 | 45 |
| 168: Friday Afternoon | Of the wealth of facts and fancies | | 130 | 42 |
| 169: Friend Of A Wayward Hour | Friend of a wayward hour, you came | | 15 | 42 |
| 170: From the Headboard of a Grave in Paraguay | A troth, and a grief, and a blessing, | | 8 | 45 |
| 171: George Mullen's Confession | For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks the time | | 124 | 43 |
| 172: Go, Winter! | Go, Winter! Go thy ways! We want again | | 16 | 42 |
| 173: Good-By Er Howdy-Do | Say good-by er howdy-do | | 24 | 44 |
| 174: Grandfather Squeers | My grandfather Squeers," said The Raggedy Man, | | 72 | 40 |
| 175: Granny | Granny's come to our house, | | 40 | 53 |
| 176: Grant. At Rest - August 8, 1885 | What shall we say of the soldier. Grant, | | 80 | 45 |
| 177: Green Fields And Running Brooks | Ho! green fields and running brooks! | | 16 | 50 |
| 178: Griggsby's Station | Pap's got his patent-right, and rich is all creation; | | 40 | 59 |
| 179: Harlie | Fold the little waxen hands | | 24 | 42 |
| 180: Has She Forgotten? | Has she forgotten? On this very May | | 42 | 45 |
| 181: He And I | Just drifting on together | | 40 | 47 |
| 182: He Called Her In | He called her in from me and shut the door. | | 125 | 45 |
| 183: Heat-Lightning | There was a curious quiet for a space | | 57 | 52 |
| 184: Her Beautiful Eyes. | O her beautiful eyes! they are as blue as the dew | | 18 | 46 |
| 185: Her Beautiful Hands | O your hands - they are strangely fair! | | 40 | 43 |
| 186: Her Face And Brow | Ah, help me! but her face and brow | | 14 | 46 |
| 187: Her Hair | The beauty of her hair bewilders me | | 14 | 43 |
| 188: Her Valentine | Somebody's sent a funny little valentine to me. | | 12 | 42 |
| 189: Her Waiting Face | In some strange place | | 4 | 43 |
| 190: Herr Weiser | Herr Weiser! Three-score-years-and-ten | | 40 | 44 |
| 191: Hik-Tee-Dik! - The War-Cry Of Billy And Buddy | When two little boys - renowned but for noise | | 32 | 42 |
| 192: His Mother's Way | Tomps 'ud allus haf to say | | 12 | 42 |
| 193: His Mother. | DEAD! my wayward boy - my own | | 16 | 43 |
| 194: His Room | I'm home again, my dear old Room, | | 64 | 39 |
| 195: His Vigil. | Close the book and dim the light, | | 14 | 46 |
| 196: Home At Night. | When chirping crickets fainter cry, | | 16 | 48 |
| 197: Honey Dripping From The Comb | How slight a thing may set one's fancy drifting | | 16 | 42 |
| 198: How Did You Rest, Last Night? | How did you rest, last night? | | 24 | 40 |
| 199: How It Happened | I got to thinkin' of her - both her parents dead and gone | | 32 | 47 |
| 200: How John Quit The Farm. | Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John, | | 104 | 45 |
| 201: I Smoke My Pipe | I can't extend to every friend | | 40 | 43 |
| 202: If I knew What Poets Know | If I knew what poets know, | | 24 | 54 |
| 203: Igo And Ago | We're The Twins from Aunt Marinn's, | | 32 | 45 |
| 204: Ike Walton's Prayer | I crave, dear Lord, | | 58 | 43 |
| 205: Illileo | Illileo, the moonlight seemed lost across the vales | | 24 | 40 |
| 206: In Bohemia. | Ha! My dear! I'm back again | | 56 | 51 |
| 207: In Fervent Praise Of Picnics | Picnics is fun 'at's purty hard to beat. | | 4 | 49 |
| 208: In The Afternoon | You in the hammock; and I, near by, | | 24 | 46 |
| 209: In The Dark. | O in the depths of midnight | | 24 | 50 |
| 210: In The Evening | In the evening of our days, | | 24 | 40 |
| 211: In The Heart Of June | In the heart of June, love, | | 16 | 48 |
| 212: In The South. | There is a princess in the South | | 32 | 41 |
| 213: Indiana | Our Land - our Home - the common home indeed | | 14 | 44 |
| 214: Inscribed: Riley Love-Lyrics | To the Elect of Love, or side-by-side | | 20 | 40 |
| 215: Intellectual Limitations | Parunts knows lots more than us, | | 17 | 47 |
| 216: Iry And Billy And Jo. | Iry an' Billy an' Jo! | | 43 | 39 |
| 217: It's Got To Be | When it's got to be," - like! always say | | 60 | 42 |
| 218: Jack The Giant Killer. | Tell you a story - an' it's a fac': | | 36 | 46 |
| 219: Jack-In-The-Box | In childish days! O memory, | | 28 | 50 |
| 220: James B. Maynard | His daily, nightly task is o'er | | 16 | 49 |
| 221: Jap Miller. | Jap Miller down at Martinsville's the blamedest feller yit! | | 32 | 55 |
| 222: Jim | He was jes a plain ever'-day, all-round kind of a jour | | 48 | 43 |
| 223: Job Work | Write me a rhyme of the present time | | 32 | 44 |
| 224: John Alden And Percilly. | We got up a Christmas-doin's | | 72 | 50 |
| 225: John Brown. | Writ in between the lines of his life-deed | | 14 | 42 |
| 226: John McKeen | John McKeen, in his rusty dress, | | 45 | 46 |
| 227: John Mckeen. | John McKeen, in his rusty dress, | | 45 | 47 |
| 228: John Walsh | A strange life - strangely passed! | | 32 | 48 |
| 229: Johnson's Boy | The world is turned ag'in' me, | | 48 | 44 |
| 230: Joney | Had a hare-lip - Joney had: | | 32 | 49 |
| 231: Judith. | O her eyes are amber-fine - | | 26 | 40 |
| 232: June | O queenly month of indolent repose! | | 14 | 47 |
| 233: June At Woodruff. | Out at Woodruff Place - afar | | 48 | 40 |
| 234: Just To Be Good. | Just to be good | | 18 | 48 |
| 235: Kingry's Mill | On old Brandywine - about | | 80 | 39 |
| 236: Kissing The Rod. | O heart of mine, we shouldn't | | 24 | 40 |
| 237: Knee Deep in June | Tell you what I like the best | | 99 | 46 |
| 238: Kneeling With Herrick | Dear Lord, to Thee my knee is bent | | 26 | 43 |
| 239: Last Night - And This | Last night - how deep the darkness was! | | 16 | 48 |
| 240: Last Night - And This. | Last night - how deep the darkness was! | | 16 | 45 |
| 241: Laughter Holding Both His Sides | Ay, thou varlet! Laugh away! | | 12 | 47 |
| 242: Leedle Dutch Baby | Leedle Dutch baby haff come ter town! | | 24 | 43 |
| 243: Leonainie | Leonainie - Angels named her; | | 32 | 43 |
| 244: Let Us Forget. | Let us forget. What matters it that we | | 14 | 51 |
| 245: Liberty | For a hundred years the pulse of time | 1878 | 216 | 49 |
| 246: Like His Mother Used To Make | I was born in Indiany," says a stranger, lank and slim, | | 24 | 44 |
| 247: Limitations Of Genius | The audience entire seemed pleased - indeed | | 30 | 41 |
| 248: Lines For An Album | I would not trace the hackneyed phrase | | 12 | 45 |
| 249: Little Dick And The Clock | When Dicky was sick | | 32 | 42 |
| 250: Little Jack Janitor | And there, in that ripe Summer-night, once more | | 167 | 43 |
| 251: Little Orphant Annie | Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay, | | 48 | 48 |
| 252: Little-Girl-Two-Little-Girls | I'm twins, I guess, 'cause my Ma say | | 19 | 42 |
| 253: Lockerbie Street | Such a dear little street it is, nestled away | | 24 | 41 |
| 254: Long Afore He Knowed Who Santy-Claus Wuz. | Jes' a little bit o' feller - I remember still | | 40 | 54 |
| 255: Longfellow | The winds have talked with him confidingly; | | 14 | 47 |
| 256: Longfellow. | The winds have talked with him confidingly; | | 14 | 40 |
| 257: Lullaby. | The maple strews the embers of its leaves | | 15 | 52 |
| 258: Luther Benson | Poor victim of that vulture curse | | 40 | 45 |
| 259: Man's Devotion | A lover said, "O Maiden, love me well, | | 60 | 49 |
| 260: Marthy Ellen. | They's nothin' in the name to strike | | 54 | 40 |
| 261: Maymie's Story Of Red Riding Hood | W'y, one time wuz a little-weenty dirl, | | 172 | 44 |
| 262: Moon-Drowned. | Twas the height of the fete when we quitted the riot, | | 24 | 42 |
| 263: Morton | The warm pulse of the nation has grown chill; | | 32 | 42 |
| 264: Mr. Hammond's Parable | He was a Dreamer of the Days: | | 108 | 43 |
| 265: Mr. What's-His-Name. | They called him Mr. What's-his-name: | | 60 | 51 |
| 266: Mrs. Miller | John B. McKinney, Attorney and Counselor at Law, | | 104 | 53 |
| 267: My Bachelor Chum | A corpulent man is my bachelor chum, | | 32 | 48 |
| 268: My Bride That Is To Be | O soul of mine, look out and see | | 73 | 44 |
| 269: My Dancin'-Days Is Over | What is it in old fiddle-chunes 'at makes me ketch my breath | | 36 | 43 |
| 270: My Father's Halls | My father's halls, so rich and rare, | | 8 | 42 |
| 271: My Friend. | He is my friend," I said, | | 20 | 42 |
| 272: My Henry | He's jes' a great, big, awk'ard, hulkin' | | 30 | 42 |
| 273: My Jolly Friend's Secret | Ah, friend of mine, how goes it | | 64 | 47 |
| 274: My Mary | My Mary, O my Mary! | | 56 | 44 |
| 275: My Old Friend | You've a manner all so mellow, | | 32 | 43 |
| 276: Mylo Jones's Wife | Mylo Jones's wife" was all | | 60 | 39 |
| 277: Natural Perversities | I am not prone to moralize | | 56 | 53 |
| 278: Naughty Claude | When Little Claude was naughty wunst | | 8 | 40 |
| 279: Nessmuk. | I hail thee, Nessmuk, for the lofty tone | | 14 | 53 |
| 280: No Boy Knows | There are many things that boys may know | | 32 | 47 |
| 281: Noey Bixler | Another hero of those youthful years | | 168 | 52 |
| 282: Noey's Night-Piece | They ain't much 'tale' about it!" Noey said. | | 88 | 46 |
| 283: North And South. | Of the North I wove a dream, | | 35 | 44 |
| 284: Not Always Glad When We Smile | We are not always glad when we smile: | | 30 | 48 |
| 285: Nothin' To Say | Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say! | | 20 | 46 |
| 286: Old Aunt Mary's (AKA "Out To Old Aunt Mary's") | Wasn't it pleasant, O brother mine, | | 48 | 45 |
| 287: Old Bob White | Old Bob White's a funny bird! | | 35 | 41 |
| 288: Old Chums | If I die first," my old chum paused to say, | | 14 | 39 |
| 289: Old Fashioned Roses | They ain't no style about 'em, | | 32 | 40 |
| 290: Old Indiany. Intended For A Dinner Of The Indiana Society Of Chicago | Old Indiany, 'course we know | | 63 | 40 |
| 291: Old John Henry | Old John's jes' made o' the commonest stuff | | 27 | 40 |
| 292: Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze | Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze | | 24 | 45 |
| 293: Old Man's Nursery Rhyme | In the jolly winters | | 40 | 51 |
| 294: Old October | Old October's purt' nigh gone, | | 36 | 43 |
| 295: Old Winters On The Farm | I have jest about decided | | 12 | 42 |
| 296: On The Banks O' Deer Crick. | On the banks o' Deer Crick! There's the place fer me! | | 32 | 45 |
| 297: On The Sunny Side | Hi and whoop-hooray, boys! | | 40 | 43 |
| 298: Only A Dream | Only a dream! | | 36 | 43 |
| 299: Orlie Wilde | A goddess, with a siren's grace, | | 204 | 45 |
| 300: Our Boyhood Haunts | Ho! I'm going back to where | | 28 | 41 |
| 301: Our Hired Girl | Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann; | | 45 | 40 |
| 302: Our Kind of a Man | The kind of a man for you and me! | | 36 | 43 |
| 303: Our Little Girl | Her heart knew naught of sorrow, | | 24 | 42 |
| 304: Our Old Friend Neverfail | O it's good to ketch a relative 'at's richer and don't run | | 16 | 45 |
| 305: Our Own | They walk here with us, hand-in-hand; | | 8 | 44 |
| 306: Out of Nazareth | He shall sleep unscathed of thieves | | 36 | 44 |
| 307: Out Of Nazareth. | He shall sleep unscathed of thieves | | 36 | 47 |
| 308: Out Of Reach? | You think them "out of reach," your dead? | | 8 | 44 |
| 309: Out Of The Hitherwhere | Out of the hitherwhere into the Yon | | 24 | 51 |
| 310: Over The Eyes Of Gladness | The voice of One hath spoken, | | 24 | 44 |
| 311: Pan | This Pan is but an idle god, I guess, | | 14 | 44 |
| 312: Philiper Flash | Young Philiper Flash was a promising lad, | | 100 | 45 |
| 313: Pipes O' Pan At Zekesbury | The pipes of Pan! Not idler now are they | | 14 | 42 |
| 314: Plain Sermons | I saw a man - and envied him beside | | 16 | 41 |
| 315: Prior To Miss Belle's Appearance | What makes you come HERE fer, Mister, | | 54 | 38 |
| 316: Private Theatricals | A quite convincing axiom | | 35 | 45 |
| 317: Proem (AKA "Afterwhiles") | Where are they - the Afterwhiles | | 60 | 50 |
| 318: Reach Your Hand To Me. | Reach your hand to me, my friend, | | 24 | 74 |
| 319: Red Riding-Hood | Sweet little myth of the nursery story | | 18 | 43 |
| 320: Regardin' Terry Hut | Sence I tuk holt o' Gibbses' Churn | | 64 | 41 |
| 321: Right Here At Home. | Right here at home, boys, in old Hoosierdom, | | 36 | 46 |
| 322: Robert Burns Wilson. | What intuition named thee? - Through what thrill | | 14 | 42 |
| 323: Romancin' | I' b'en a-kindo' "musin'," as the feller says, and I'm | | 52 | 44 |
| 324: Say Something To Me | Say something to me! I've waited so long | | 24 | 43 |
| 325: Says He | Whatever the weather may be," says he | | 27 | 48 |
| 326: Scotty | Scotty's dead - Of course he is! | | 34 | 41 |
| 327: Scraps | There's a habit I have nurtured, | | 40 | 47 |
| 328: September Dark | The air falls chill; | | 18 | 50 |
| 329: September Dark. | The air falls chill; | | 18 | 45 |
| 330: Silence | Thousands of thousands of hushed years ago, | | 14 | 50 |
| 331: Sister Jones's Confession. | I thought the deacon liked me, yit | | 20 | 41 |
| 332: Sleep | Thou drowsy god, whose blurred eyes, half awink | | 14 | 45 |
| 333: Sleep. | Orphaned, I cry to thee: | | 18 | 44 |
| 334: Some Scattering Remarks Of Bub's. | Wunst I looked our pepper-box lid | | 18 | 46 |
| 335: Song | With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho rhyme! | | 16 | 40 |
| 336: Song - Born To The Purple | Most-like it was this kingly lad | | 36 | 45 |
| 337: Song - Subtlety | Whilst little Paul, convalescing, was staying | | 9 | 46 |
| 338: Song - The Dolly's Mother | A little maid, of summers four | | 16 | 49 |
| 339: Song - To The Child Julia | Little Julia, since that we | | 25 | 42 |
| 340: Song - Wind Of The Sea | Wind of the Sea, come fill my sail - | | 16 | 48 |
| 341: Song Of Parting | Say farewell, and let me go; | | 24 | 47 |
| 342: Song Of The New Year | I heard the bells at midnight | | 48 | 45 |
| 343: Squire Hawkins's Story | I hain't no hand at tellin' tales, | | 329 | 42 |
| 344: Suspense. | A woman's figure, on a ground of night | | 14 | 51 |
| 345: Sweet-Knot And Galamus | As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, | | 44 | 57 |
| 346: Thanksgiving. | Let us be thankful - not only because | | 24 | 50 |
| 347: That Little Dog | That little dog 'ud scratch at that door | | 71 | 46 |
| 348: That Night | You and I, and that night, with its perfume and glory! | | 21 | 41 |
| 349: That Other Maud Muller | Maud Muller worked at making hay, | | 26 | 43 |
| 350: The Ancient Printerman | O Printerman of sallow face, | | 30 | 46 |
| 351: The Artemus Of Michigan. | Grand Haven is in Michigan, and in possession, too, | | 36 | 38 |
| 352: The Bat. | Thou dread, uncanny thing, | | 19 | 42 |
| 353: The Bear-Story | W'y, wunst they wuz a Little Boy went out | | 142 | 52 |
| 354: The Beautiful City | The Beautiful City! Forever | | 48 | 46 |
| 355: The Best Is Good Enough | I quarrel not with Destiny, | | 19 | 46 |
| 356: The Best Times | When Old Folks they wuz young like us | | 4 | 42 |
| 357: The Blossoms on the Trees | Blossoms crimson, white, or blue, | | 22 | 43 |
| 358: The Blossoms On The Trees. | Blossoms crimson, white, or blue, | | 22 | 50 |
| 359: The Book Of Joyous Children | Bound and bordered in leaf-green, | | 48 | 45 |
| 360: The Book Of Joyous Children Gratefully And Affectionately Inscribed To Joel Chandler Harris | You who to the rounded prime | | 16 | 42 |
| 361: The Boy Lives On Our Farm | The boy lives on our Farm, he's not | | 24 | 39 |
| 362: The Boy Patriot | I want to be a Soldier! | | 36 | 46 |
| 363: The Boys | Where are they? - the friends of my childhood enchanted | | 18 | 44 |
| 364: The Boys' Candidate | Las' time 'at Uncle Sidney come, | | 6 | 44 |
| 365: The Brook-Song | Little brook! Little brook! | | 38 | 39 |
| 366: The Bumblebee | You better not fool with a Bumblebee! | | 18 | 42 |
| 367: The Chant Of The Cross-Bearing Child. | I bear dis cross dis many a mile. | | 42 | 44 |
| 368: The Child-World | A Child-World, yet a wondrous world no less, | | 146 | 51 |
| 369: The Circus-Day Parade | Oh, the Circus-Day parade! How the bugles played and played! | | 28 | 40 |
| 370: The Clover | Some sings of the lily, and daisy, and rose, | | 24 | 43 |
| 371: The Curse Of The Wandering Foot. | All hope of rest withdrawn me? | | 32 | 50 |
| 372: The Cyclone. | So lone I stood, the very trees seemed drawn | | 24 | 42 |
| 373: The Days Gone By | O the days gone by! O the days gone by! | | 18 | 54 |
| 374: The Dead Joke And The Funny Man | Long years ago, a funny man, | | 24 | 51 |
| 375: The Dead Lover | Time is so long when a man is dead! | | 12 | 44 |
| 376: The Drum. | O the drum! | | 53 | 46 |
| 377: The Evening Company | Within the sitting-room, the company | | 88 | 44 |
| 378: The Frog | Who am I but the Frog - the Frog! | | 36 | 40 |
| 379: The Funny Little Fellow | Twas a Funny Little Fellow | | 56 | 43 |
| 380: The Gilded Roll. | Nosing around in an old box | | 445 | 47 |
| 381: The Good, Old-Fashioned People | When we hear Uncle Sidney tell | | 36 | 41 |
| 382: The Happy Little Cripple | I'm thist a little cripple boy, an' never goin' to grow | | 40 | 44 |
| 383: The Harp Of The Minstrel | The harp of the minstrel has never a tone | | 24 | 40 |
| 384: The Harper | Like a drift of faded blossoms | | 16 | 39 |
| 385: The Hereafter. | Hereafter! O we need not waste | | 8 | 46 |
| 386: The Hired Man And Floretty | The Hired Man's supper, which he sat before, | | 178 | 41 |
| 387: The Home-Going. | We must get home - for we have been away | | 30 | 47 |
| 388: The Hoodoo. | Owned a pair o' skates onc't. - Traded | | 20 | 42 |
| 389: The Hoosier Folk-Child. | The Hoosier Folk-Child - all unsung | | 80 | 44 |
| 390: The Hoss | The hoss he is a splendud beast; | | 72 | 49 |
| 391: The Iron Horse. | No song is mine of Arab steed | | 62 | 41 |
| 392: The Jaybird | The Jaybird he's my favorite | | 16 | 40 |
| 393: The Jolly Miller | It was a Jolly Miller lived on the River Dee; | | 42 | 41 |
| 394: The Katydids | Sometimes I keep | | 24 | 40 |
| 395: The King | They rode right out of the morning sun | | 40 | 45 |
| 396: The Legend Glorified. | I deem that God is not disquieted" - | | 16 | 44 |
| 397: The Little Coat | Here's his ragged "roundabout"; | | 48 | 45 |
| 398: The Little Fat Doctor. | He seemed so strange to me, every way | | 24 | 39 |
| 399: The Little Lady | O The Little Lady's dainty | | 28 | 48 |
| 400: The Little Man In The Tinshop | When I was a little boy, long ago, | | 65 | 42 |
| 401: The Little Old Poem That Nobody Reads | The little old poem that nobody reads | | 24 | 47 |
| 402: The Little Tiny Kickshaw. | O the little tiny kickshaw that Mither sent tae me, | | 12 | 49 |
| 403: The Little Town O' Tailholt | You kin boast about yer cities, and their stiddy growth and size, | | 20 | 45 |
| 404: The Loehrs And The Hammonds | Hey, Bud! O Bud!" rang out a gleeful call, | | 122 | 43 |
| 405: The Lost Kiss | I put by the half-written poem, | | 40 | 44 |
| 406: The Lost Path | Alone they walked - their fingers knit together, | | 20 | 50 |
| 407: The Lugubrious Whing-Whang | The rhyme o' The Raggedy Man's 'at's best | | 33 | 38 |
| 408: The Merman | Who would be | | 40 | 42 |
| 409: The Mulberry Tree | It's many's the scenes which is dear to my mind | | 32 | 50 |
| 410: The Nine Little Goblins | They all climbed up on a high board-fence | | 48 | 46 |
| 411: The Noble Old Elm | O big old tree, so tall an' fine, | | 24 | 46 |
| 412: The Old Band | It's mighty good to git back to the old town, shore, | | 32 | 44 |
| 413: The Old Days | The old days - the far days | | 24 | 44 |
| 414: The Old Guitar | Neglected now is the old guitar | | 36 | 47 |
| 415: The Old Hay-Mow | The Old Hay-mow's the place to play | | 24 | 45 |
| 416: The Old Home By The Mill. | This is "The old Home by the Mill" - far we still call it so, | | 24 | 43 |
| 417: The Old Man | Lo! steadfast and serene, | | 112 | 39 |
| 418: The Old Man And Jim | Old man never had much to say | | 80 | 42 |
| 419: The Old Retired Sea Captain. | The old sea captain has sailed the seas | | 32 | 47 |
| 420: The Old School-Chum | He puts the poem by, to say | | 22 | 47 |
| 421: The Old Swimmin'-Hole | Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep | | 40 | 47 |
| 422: The Old Times Were The Best | Friends, my heart is half aweary | | 12 | 54 |
| 423: The Old Tramp | A Old Tramp slep' in our stable wunst, | | 8 | 50 |
| 424: The Old Trundle-Bed | O the old trundle-bed where I slept when a boy! | | 24 | 41 |
| 425: The Old Year And The New. | As one in sorrow looks upon | | 32 | 48 |
| 426: The Old-Fashioned Bible | How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood | | 33 | 43 |
| 427: The Old-Home Folks | Such was the Child-World of the long-ago | | 417 | 42 |
| 428: The Orchard Lands Of Long Ago | The orchard lands of Long Ago! | | 30 | 45 |
| 429: The Passing Of A Heart. | O touch me with your hands | | 18 | 46 |
| 430: The Pathos Of Applause | The greeting of the company throughout | | 36 | 42 |
| 431: The Penalty Of Genius | When little 'Pollus Morton he's | | 18 | 44 |
| 432: The Pet Coon | Noey Bixler ketched him, and fetched him in to me | | 24 | 46 |
| 433: The Pixy People | It was just a very | | 64 | 43 |
| 434: The Plaint Human | Season of snows, and season of flowers, | | 8 | 41 |
| 435: The Poet's Love For The Children | Kindly and warm and tender, | | 24 | 48 |
| 436: The Quarrel. | They faced each other: Topaz-brown | | 41 | 45 |
| 437: The Quest | I am looking for Love. Has he passed this way, | | 24 | 40 |
| 438: The Quiet Lodger. | The man that rooms next door to me: | | 80 | 42 |
| 439: The Raggedy Man | O The Raggedy Man! He works fer Pa; | | 40 | 48 |
| 440: The Rain. | The rain! the rain! the rain! | | 24 | 48 |
| 441: The Rainy Morning | The dawn of the day was dreary, | | 24 | 42 |
| 442: The Rambo-Tree | When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree | | 24 | 42 |
| 443: The Rider Of The Knee | Knightly Rider of the Knee | | 16 | 49 |
| 444: The Ripest Peach | The ripest peach is highest on the tree | | 16 | 43 |
| 445: The Rival. | I so loved once, when Death came by I hid | | 12 | 47 |
| 446: The Rivals; Or The Showman's Ruse | Guess 'at Billy haint got back, | | 74 | 42 |
| 447: The Rose. | It tossed its head at the wooing breeze; | | 42 | 60 |
| 448: The Runaway Boy | Wunst I sassed my Pa, an' he | | 40 | 40 |
| 449: The Same Old Story | The same old story told again | | 32 | 41 |
| 450: The Serenade | The midnight is not more bewildering | | 14 | 45 |
| 451: The Sermon Of The Rose | Wilful we are in our infirmity | | 42 | 41 |
| 452: The Shoemaker. | Thou Poet, who, like any lark, | | 40 | 45 |
| 453: The Shower | The landscape, like the awed face of a child, | | 20 | 45 |
| 454: The Silent Victors | Deep, tender, firm and true, the Nation's heart | | 128 | 46 |
| 455: The Singer. | While with Ambition's hectic flame | | 8 | 53 |
| 456: The Song Of Yesterday | But yesterday | | 72 | 44 |
| 457: The South Wind and the Sun | O The South Wind and the Sun! | | 160 | 52 |
| 458: The South Wind And The Sun | O the South Wind and the Sun | | 160 | 42 |
| 459: The Speeding Of The King's Spite | A king - estranged from his loving Queen | | 136 | 48 |
| 460: The Sphinx | I know all about the Sphinx | | 8 | 47 |
| 461: The Squirtgun Uncle Maked Me | Uncle Sidney, when he wuz here, | | 30 | 53 |
| 462: The Stepmother | First she come to our house, | | 18 | 44 |
| 463: The Touches Of Her Hands | The touches of her hands are like the fall | | 19 | 49 |
| 464: The Town Karnteel | The Town Karnteel! It's who'll reveal | | 39 | 43 |
| 465: The Train Misser | Ll where in the world my eyes has bin | | 28 | 46 |
| 466: The Traveling Man | Could I pour out the nectar the gods only can, | | 34 | 44 |
| 467: The Treasure Of The Wise Man | O the night was dark and the night was late, | | 16 | 46 |
| 468: The Tree-Toad | S cur'ous-like," said the tree-toad, | | 28 | 50 |
| 469: The Tree-Toad. | Scurious-like," said the tree-toad, | | 28 | 43 |
| 470: The Twins. | One 's the pictur' of his Pa, | | 25 | 49 |
| 471: The Wandering Jew | The stars are falling, and the sky | | 48 | 45 |
| 472: The Wandering Jew. | The stars are failing, and the sky | | 48 | 52 |
| 473: The Watches Of The Night. | O the waiting in the watches of the night! | | 28 | 53 |
| 474: The Way It Wuz. | Las' July - an', I persume | | 73 | 44 |
| 475: The Wife-Blessed. | In youth he wrought, with eyes ablur, | | 18 | 47 |
| 476: Their Sweet Sorrow | They meet to say farewell: Their way | | 20 | 40 |
| 477: Their Sweet Sorrow. | They meet to say farewell: Their way | | 20 | 40 |
| 478: Them Flowers. | Take a feller 'at's sick and laid up on the shelf, | | 24 | 44 |
| 479: Them Old Cheery Words | Pap he allus ust to say, | | 72 | 46 |
| 480: Thinkin' Back | I've ben thinkin' back, of late, | | 42 | 42 |
| 481: This Man Jones. | This man Jones was what you'd call | | 64 | 43 |
| 482: Thomas The Pretender | Tommy's alluz playin' jokes, | | 16 | 45 |
| 483: Thoughts Fer The Discuraged Farmer | The summer winds is sniffin' round the bloomin' locus' trees; | | 40 | 44 |
| 484: Three Dead Friends. | Always suddenly they are gone | | 80 | 47 |
| 485: Through Sleepy-Land | Where do you go when you go to sleep, | | 25 | 45 |
| 486: Time 1 | The ticking - ticking - ticking of the clock! | | 14 | 46 |
| 487: Time 2 | Wait for the morning! Ah! We wait indeed | | 14 | 44 |
| 488: Time Of Clearer Twitterings | Time of crisp and tawny leaves, | | 64 | 41 |
| 489: Tired Out | tired out!" Yet face and brow | | 24 | 43 |
| 490: To A Boy Whistling | The smiling face of a happy boy | | 16 | 45 |
| 491: To Almon Keefer | This first book that I ever knew | | 24 | 39 |
| 492: To An Importunate Ghost. | Get gone, thou most uncomfortable ghost! | | 14 | 41 |
| 493: To Annie | When the lids of dusk are falling | | 8 | 45 |
| 494: To Hear Her Sing. | To hear her sing - to hear her sing | | 32 | 47 |
| 495: To My Good Master. | In fancy, always, at thy desk, thrown wide, | | 14 | 45 |
| 496: To My Old Friend, William Leachman | Fer forty year and better you have been a friend to me, | | 62 | 40 |
| 497: To Robert Burns | Sweet Singer that I loe the maist | | 60 | 45 |
| 498: To Santa Claus | Most tangible of all the gods that be, | | 32 | 48 |
| 499: To The Good Old-Fashioned People | The deadnin' and the thicket's jes' a b'ilin' full o' June, | | 12 | 40 |
| 500: To The Judge | Friend of my earliest youth, | | 40 | 41 |
| 501: To The Quiet Observer | Dear old friend of us all in need | | 16 | 46 |
| 502: To The Serenader. | Tinkle on, O sweet guitar, | | 24 | 44 |
| 503: To Young E. Allison - Bookman | The bookman he's a humming-bird | | 53 | 45 |
| 504: Told By "The Noted Traveler" | Coming, clean from the Maryland-end | | 204 | 42 |
| 505: Tom Johnson's Quit. | A passel o' the boys last night | | 56 | 42 |
| 506: Tom Van Arden. | Tom Van Arden, my old friend, | | 88 | 45 |
| 507: Tommy Smith | Dimple-cheeked and rosy-lipped, | | 30 | 39 |
| 508: Tradin' Joe | I'm one o' these cur'ous kind o' chaps | | 129 | 41 |
| 509: Tugg Martin. | Tugg Martin's tough. - No doubt o' that! | | 82 | 46 |
| 510: Uncle Mart's Poem - The Old Snow-Man | Ho! the old Snow-Man | | 120 | 49 |
| 511: Uncle Sidney To Marcellus | Marcellus, won't you tell us | | 16 | 45 |
| 512: Up And Down Old Brandywine | Up and down old Brandywine, | | 104 | 39 |
| 513: Wait For The Morning. | Wait for the morning: - It will come, indeed, | | 16 | 62 |
| 514: Waitin' Fer The Cat To Die | Lawzy! don't I rickollect | | 48 | 59 |
| 515: Want To Be Whur Mother Is. | Want to be whur mother is! Want to be whur mother is! | | 24 | 41 |
| 516: Wash Lowry's Reminiscence | And you're the poet of this concern? | | 96 | 42 |
| 517: We Are Not Always Glad When We Smile | We are not always glad when we smile: | | 30 | 38 |
| 518: We Must Believe | We must believe | | 42 | 40 |
| 519: We Must Get Home | We must get home! How could we stray like this? | | 66 | 42 |
| 520: We To Sigh Instead of Sing | Rain and rain! And rain and rain! | | 24 | 55 |
| 521: We To Sigh Instead Of Sing. | Rain and rain! and rain and rain! | | 24 | 51 |
| 522: Wet-Weather Talk | It hain't no use to grumble and complane; | | 48 | 46 |
| 523: What "Old Santa" Overheard | Tis said old Santa Claus one time | | 24 | 45 |
| 524: What Chris'mas Fetched The Wigginses. | Wintertime, er Summertime, | | 354 | 43 |
| 525: What Smith Knew About Farming | There wasn't two purtier farms in the state | | 158 | 43 |
| 526: What The Wind Said | I muse to-day, in a listless way, | | 144 | 40 |
| 527: When Age Comes On. | When Age comes on! | | 20 | 45 |
| 528: When Bessie Died | If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped, | | 31 | 46 |
| 529: When De Folks Is Gone | What dat scratchin' at de kitchin do'? | | 20 | 40 |
| 530: When Early March Seems Middle May | When country roads begin to thaw | | 36 | 43 |
| 531: When Evening Shadows Fall | When evening shadows fall, | | 24 | 40 |
| 532: When June Is Here. | When June is here - what art have we to sing | | 14 | 47 |
| 533: When Lide Married Him | When Lide married him - w'y, she had to jes dee-fy | | 24 | 41 |
| 534: When Mother Combed My Hair | When Memory, with gentle hand, | | 32 | 44 |
| 535: When My Dreams Come True | When my dreams come true - when my dreams come true | | 24 | 45 |
| 536: When Old Jack Died | When Old Jack died, we stayed from school (they said, | | 42 | 45 |
| 537: When She Comes Home | When she comes home again! A thousand ways | | 14 | 45 |
| 538: When The Frost Is On The Punkin | When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock, | | 32 | 51 |
| 539: When The Green Gits Back In The Trees | In Spring, when the green gits back in the trees, | | 30 | 43 |
| 540: When The Hearse Comes Back | A thing 'at's 'bout as tryin' as a healthy man kin meet | | 48 | 42 |
| 541: When We First Played "Show" | Wasn't it a good time, | | 56 | 43 |
| 542: When We Three Meet | When we three meet? Ah! friend of mine | | 15 | 44 |
| 543: Where Shall We Land? | All listlessly we float | | 42 | 43 |
| 544: Where the Children used to Play | The old farm-home is Mother's yet and mine, | | 32 | 43 |
| 545: Where The Children Used To Play | The old farm-home is Mother's yet and mine, | | 32 | 40 |
| 546: Where-Away. | O the Lands of Where-Away! | | 40 | 46 |
| 547: While The Musician Played. | O it was but a dream I had | | 40 | 43 |
| 548: Who Bides His Time | Who bides his time, and day by day | | 24 | 44 |
| 549: Who Santy-Claus Wuz | Jes' a little bit o' feller - I remember still | | 40 | 50 |
| 550: Winter Fancies | Winter without | | 37 | 57 |
| 551: Wortermelon Time | Old wortermelon time is a-comin' round again, | | 52 | 41 |
| 552: Writin' Back To The Home-Folks | My dear old friends - It jes beats all, | | 48 | 50 |
| 553: Ylladmar | Her hair was, oh, so dense a blur | | 26 | 42 |