| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | When De Co'n Pone's Hot | | 48 | 344 |
| 2: "Howdy, Honey, Howdy!" | Do' a-stan'in' on a jar, fiah a-shinin' thoo, | | 20 | 504 |
| 3: 'Long To'Ds Night | Daih 's a moughty soothin' feelin' | | 40 | 455 |
| 4: A Back-Log Song | De axes has been ringin' in de woods de blessid day, | | 32 | 1057 |
| 5: A Banjo Song | Oh, dere 's lots o' keer an' trouble | | 64 | 684 |
| 6: A Border Ballad | Oh, I haven't got long to live, for we all | | 24 | 550 |
| 7: A Boy's Summer Song | 'Tis fine to play | | 26 | 562 |
| 8: A Bridal Measure | Come, essay a sprightly measure, | | 28 | 549 |
| 9: A Cabin Tale - The Young Master Asks For A Story | Whut you say, dah? huh, uh! chile, | | 112 | 517 |
| 10: A Career | Break me my bounds, and let me fly | | 26 | 569 |
| 11: A Choice | They please me not--these solemn songs | | 8 | 589 |
| 12: A Christmas Folksong | De win' is blowin' wahmah, | | 48 | 503 |
| 13: A Confidence | Uncle John, he makes me tired; | | 90 | 495 |
| 14: A Coquette Conquered | Yes, my ha't 's ez ha'd ez stone | | 24 | 510 |
| 15: A Corn-Song | On the wide veranda white, | | 40 | 615 |
| 16: A Death Song | Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass, | | 15 | 571 |
| 17: A Drowsy Day | The air is dark, the sky is gray, | | 30 | 505 |
| 18: A Florida Night | Win' a-blowin' gentle so de san' lay low, | | 24 | 525 |
| 19: A Frolic | Swing yo' lady roun' an' roun', | | 24 | 572 |
| 20: A Golden Day | I found you and I lost you, | | 12 | 616 |
| 21: A Grievance | Wen de snow's a-fallin' | | 40 | 517 |
| 22: A Hymn - After Reading "Lead, Kindly Light." | Lead gently, Lord, and slow, | | 20 | 502 |
| 23: A Lazy Day | The trees bend down along the stream, | | 17 | 525 |
| 24: A Letter | Dear Miss Lucy: I been t'inkin' dat I 'd write you long fo' dis, | | 42 | 556 |
| 25: A Little Christmas Basket | De win' is hollahin' "Daih you" to de shuttahs an' de fiah, | | 24 | 531 |
| 26: A Lost Dream | Ah, I have changed, I do not know | | 48 | 586 |
| 27: A Love Letter | Oh, I des received a letter f'om de sweetest little gal; | | 24 | 501 |
| 28: A Love Song | Ah, love, my love is like a cry in the night, | | 16 | 594 |
| 29: A Lyric | My lady love lives far away, | | 24 | 592 |
| 30: A Madrigal | Dream days of fond delight and hours | | 24 | 631 |
| 31: A Misty Day | Heart of my heart, the day is chill, | | 16 | 554 |
| 32: A Musical | Outside the rain upon the street, | | 8 | 493 |
| 33: A Negro Love Song | Seen my lady home las' night, | | 24 | 496 |
| 34: A Plantation Melody | De trees is bendin' in de sto'm, | | 24 | 449 |
| 35: A Plantation Portrait | Hain't you see my Mandy Lou, | | 40 | 560 |
| 36: A Plea | Treat me nice, Miss Mandy Jane, | | 24 | 549 |
| 37: A Prayer | O Lord, the hard-won miles | | 12 | 563 |
| 38: A Preference | Mastah drink his ol' Made'a, | | 25 | 510 |
| 39: A Roadway | Let those who will stride on their barren roads | | 8 | 540 |
| 40: A Sailor's Song | Oh for the breath of the briny deep, | | 24 | 518 |
| 41: A Song | Thou art the soul of a summer's day, | | 15 | 451 |
| 42: A Song. | On a summer's day as I sat by a stream, | | 15 | 541 |
| 43: A Spiritual | De 'cession's stahted on de gospel way, | | 22 | 1426 |
| 44: A Spring Wooing | Come on walkin' wid me, Lucy; 't ain't no time to mope erroun' | | 32 | 522 |
| 45: A Starry Night | A cloud fell down from the heavens, | | 8 | 712 |
| 46: A Summer Night | Summah is de lovin' time | | 32 | 491 |
| 47: A Summer Pastoral | It's hot to-day. The bees is buzzin' | | 64 | 652 |
| 48: A Summer's Night | The night is dewy as a maiden's mouth, | | 8 | 542 |
| 49: A Thanksgiving Poem | The sun hath shed its kindly light, | | 32 | 522 |
| 50: A Warm Day In Winter | "Sunshine on de medders, | | 32 | 539 |
| 51: A Winter's Day | Across the hills and down the narrow ways, | | 14 | 543 |
| 52: Absence | Good-night, my love, for I have dreamed of thee | | 28 | 482 |
| 53: Accountability | Folks ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits; | | 16 | 566 |
| 54: Advice | W'en you full o' worry | | 36 | 520 |
| 55: After A Visit | I be'n down in ole Kentucky | | 32 | 453 |
| 56: After Many Days | I've always been a faithful man | | 20 | 553 |
| 57: After The Quarrel | So we, who 've supped the self-same cup, | | 32 | 501 |
| 58: After While - A Poem Of Faith | I think that though the clouds be dark, | | 30 | 574 |
| 59: Alexander Crummell--Dead | Back to the breast of thy mother, | | 23 | 563 |
| 60: Alice | Know you, winds that blow your course | | 18 | 493 |
| 61: An Ante-Bellum Sermon | We is gathahed hyeah, my brothahs, | | 88 | 510 |
| 62: An Easy-Goin' Feller | Ther' ain't no use in all this strife, | | 20 | 489 |
| 63: An Old Memory | How sweet the music sounded | | 40 | 528 |
| 64: Anchored | If thro' the sea of night which here surrounds me, | | 8 | 557 |
| 65: Angelina | When de fiddle gits to singin' out a ol' Vahginny reel, | | 32 | 518 |
| 66: Appreciation | My muvver's ist the nicest one | | 32 | 508 |
| 67: At Candle-Lightin' Time | When I come in f'om de co'n-fiel' aftah wo'kin' ha'd all day, | | 24 | 519 |
| 68: At Cheshire Cheese | When first of wise old Johnson taught, | | 20 | 525 |
| 69: At Loafing-Holt | Since I left the city's heat | | 38 | 476 |
| 70: At Night | Whut time 'd dat clock strike? | | 49 | 546 |
| 71: At Sunset Time | Adown the west a golden glow | | 24 | 500 |
| 72: At The Tavern | A lilt and a swing, | | 14 | 465 |
| 73: Ballad | I know my love is true, | | 24 | 478 |
| 74: Ballade | By Mystic's banks I held my dream. | | 24 | 508 |
| 75: Behind The Arras | As in some dim baronial hall restrained, | | 12 | 434 |
| 76: Bein' Back Home | Home agin, an' home to stay | | 48 | 505 |
| 77: Beyond The Years | Beyond the years the answer lies, | | 21 | 495 |
| 78: Black Samson Of Brandywine | Gray are the pages of record, | | 48 | 551 |
| 79: Blue | Standin' at de winder, | | 36 | 565 |
| 80: Booker T. Washington | The word is writ that he who runs may read. | | 14 | 495 |
| 81: Breaking The Charm | Caught Susanner whistlin'; well, | | 76 | 467 |
| 82: By Rugged Ways | By rugged ways and thro' the night | | 32 | 507 |
| 83: By The Stream | By the stream I dream in calm delight, and watch as in a glass, | | 8 | 583 |
| 84: Changing Time | The cloud looked in at the window, | | 8 | 507 |
| 85: Chrismus Is A-Comin' | Bones a-gittin' achy, | | 48 | 479 |
| 86: Chrismus On The Plantation | It was Chrismus Eve, I mind hit fu' a mighty gloomy day | | 36 | 514 |
| 87: Christmas | Step wid de banjo an' glide wid de fiddle, | | 20 | 715 |
| 88: Christmas Carol | Ring out, ye bells! | | 36 | 449 |
| 89: Christmas In The Heart | The snow lies deep upon the ground, | | 32 | 531 |
| 90: Circumstances Alter Cases | Tim Murphy's gon' walkin' wid Maggie O'Neill, | | 40 | 448 |
| 91: Columbian Ode | Four hundred years ago a tangled waste | | 36 | 466 |
| 92: Communion | In the silence of my heart, | | 48 | 557 |
| 93: Comparison | The sky of brightest gray seems dark | | 10 | 466 |
| 94: Compensation | Because I had loved so deeply, | | 8 | 475 |
| 95: Confessional | Search thou my heart; | | 20 | 483 |
| 96: Conscience And Remorse | Good-bye," I said to my conscience-- | | 12 | 490 |
| 97: Curiosity | Mammy's in de kitchen, an' de do' is shet; | | 33 | 492 |
| 98: Curtain | Villain shows his indiscretion, | | 8 | 470 |
| 99: Dat Ol' Mare O' Mine | Want to trade me, do you, mistah? Oh, well, now, I reckon not, | | 42 | 498 |
| 100: Dawn | An angel, robed in spotless white, | | 4 | 737 |
| 101: Day | The gray dawn on the mountain top | | 8 | 477 |
| 102: De Critters' Dance | Ain't nobody nevah tol' you not a wo'd a-tall, | | 44 | 429 |
| 103: De Way T'ings Come | De way t'ings come, hit seems to me, | | 32 | 507 |
| 104: Deacon Jones' Grievance | I've been watchin' of 'em, parson, | | 72 | 462 |
| 105: Dead | A knock is at her door, but she is weak; | | 14 | 503 |
| 106: Death | Storm and strife and stress, | | 12 | 491 |
| 107: Dely | Jes' lak toddy wahms you thoo' | | 56 | 510 |
| 108: Despair | Let me close the eyes of my soul | | 9 | 459 |
| 109: Differences | My neighbor lives on the hill, | | 24 | 459 |
| 110: Dinah Kneading Dough | I have seen full many a sight | | 24 | 418 |
| 111: Diplomacy | Tell your love where the roses blow, | | 9 | 448 |
| 112: Dirge | Place this bunch of mignonette | | 42 | 536 |
| 113: Dirge For A Soldier | In the east the morning comes, | | 48 | 486 |
| 114: Disappointed | An old man planted and dug and tended, | | 18 | 478 |
| 115: Discovered | Seen you down at chu'ch las' night, | | 24 | 438 |
| 116: Distinction | "I am but clay," the sinner plead, | | 4 | 534 |
| 117: Douglass | Ah, Douglass, we have fall'n on evil days, | | 14 | 527 |
| 118: Dream Song I | Long years ago, within a distant clime, | | 16 | 521 |
| 119: Dream Song II | Pray, what can dreams avail | | 12 | 521 |
| 120: Dreamin' Town | Come away to dreamin' town, | | 31 | 484 |
| 121: Dreams | Dream on, for dreams are sweet: | | 16 | 473 |
| 122: Dreams | What dreams we have and how they fly | | 16 | 526 |
| 123: Drizzle | Hit's been drizzlin' an' been sprinklin', | | 32 | 418 |
| 124: Encouraged | Because you love me I have much achieved, | | 4 | 480 |
| 125: Encouragement | Who dat knockin' at de do'? | | 54 | 442 |
| 126: Equipment | With what thou gavest me, O Master, | | 16 | 440 |
| 127: Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe The Weary Eyes | Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes, | | 54 | 465 |
| 128: Evening | The moon begins her stately ride | | 12 | 444 |
| 129: Expectation | You'll be wonderin' whut's de reason | | 40 | 455 |
| 130: Faith | I's a-gittin' weary of de way dat people do, | | 24 | 455 |
| 131: Farewell To Arcady | With sombre mien, the Evening gray | | 21 | 424 |
| 132: Fishing | Wen I git up in de mo'nin' an' de clouds is big an' black, | | 40 | 518 |
| 133: Foolin' Wid De Seasons | Seems lak folks is mighty curus | | 48 | 544 |
| 134: For The Man Who Fails | The world is a snob, and the man who wins | | 12 | 486 |
| 135: Forever | I had not known before | | 16 | 396 |
| 136: Frederick Douglass | A hush is over all the teeming lists, | | 62 | 476 |
| 137: From The Porch At Runnymede | I stand above the city's rush and din, | | 16 | 394 |
| 138: Fulfilment. | I grew a rose once more to please mine eyes. | | 12 | 398 |
| 139: Good-Night | The lark is silent in his nest, | | 12 | 405 |
| 140: Growin' Gray | Hello, ole man, you're a-gittin' gray, | | 27 | 416 |
| 141: Harriet Beecher Stowe | She told the story, and the whole world wept | | 14 | 433 |
| 142: He Had His Dream | He had his dream, and all through life, | | 20 | 488 |
| 143: Her Thought And His | The gray of the sea, and the gray of the sky, | | 12 | 387 |
| 144: Hope | De dog go howlin' 'long de road, | | 24 | 421 |
| 145: How Lucy Backslid | De times is mighty stirrin' 'mong de people up ouah way, | | 92 | 444 |
| 146: How Shall I Woo Thee | How shall I woo thee to win thee, mine own? | | 18 | 480 |
| 147: Hunting Song | Tek a cool night, good an' cleah, | | 48 | 434 |
| 148: Hymn | When storms arise | | 18 | 477 |
| 149: Hymn | O li'l' lamb out in de col', | | 24 | 460 |
| 150: If | If life were but a dream, my Love, | | 16 | 485 |
| 151: In An English Garden | In this old garden, fair, I walk to-day | | 14 | 461 |
| 152: In August | When August days are hot an' dry, | | 24 | 467 |
| 153: In May | Oh to have you in May, | | 12 | 447 |
| 154: In Summer | Oh, summer has clothed the earth | | 32 | 507 |
| 155: In Summer Time | When summer time has come, and all | | 46 | 487 |
| 156: In The Morning | 'Lias! 'Lias! Bless de Lawd! | | 48 | 415 |
| 157: In The Tents Of Akbar | In the tents of Akbar | | 60 | 422 |
| 158: Inspiration | At the golden gate of song | | 12 | 407 |
| 159: Invitation To Love | Come when the nights are bright with stars | | 20 | 462 |
| 160: Ione | Ah, yes, 't is sweet still to remember, | | 261 | 430 |
| 161: Itching Heels | Fu' de peace o' my eachin' heels, set down; | | 24 | 427 |
| 162: James Whitcomb Riley | No matter what you call it, | | 36 | 507 |
| 163: Jealous | Hyeah come Cæsar Higgins, | | 32 | 462 |
| 164: Jilted | Lucy done gone back on me, | | 24 | 441 |
| 165: Joggin' Erlong | De da'kest hour, dey allus say, | | 30 | 407 |
| 166: Johnny Speaks | The sand-man he's a jolly old fellow, | | 10 | 410 |
| 167: Just Whistle A Bit | Just whistle a bit, if the day be dark, | | 32 | 405 |
| 168: Keep A Song Up On De Way | Oh, de clouds is mighty heavy | | 33 | 449 |
| 169: Keep A-Pluggin' Away | I've a humble little motto | | 40 | 473 |
| 170: Kidnaped | I held my heart so far from harm, | | 16 | 502 |
| 171: L'Envoi. | Oh, awful Power whose works repel | | 4 | 497 |
| 172: Li'L' Gal | Oh, de weathah it is balmy an' de breeze is sighin' low. | | 24 | 416 |
| 173: Life | A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in, | | 10 | 543 |
| 174: Life's Tragedy | It may be misery not to sing at all | | 16 | 445 |
| 175: Limitations | Ef you's only got de powah fe' to blow a little whistle, | | 18 | 389 |
| 176: Lincoln | Hurt was the nation with a mighty wound, | | 18 | 411 |
| 177: Little Brown Baby | Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes, | | 32 | 443 |
| 178: Little Lucy Landman | Oh, the day has set me dreaming | | 40 | 457 |
| 179: Liza May | Little brown face full of smiles, | | 60 | 401 |
| 180: Lonesome | Mother's gone a-visitin' to spend a month er two, | | 30 | 439 |
| 181: Long Ago | De ol' time's gone, de new time's hyeah | | 36 | 436 |
| 182: Longing | If you could sit with me beside the sea to-day, | | 12 | 478 |
| 183: Love | A life was mine full of the close concern | | 14 | 576 |
| 184: Love And Grief | Out of my heart, one treach'rous winter's day, | | 7 | 563 |
| 185: Love Despoiled | As lone I sat one summer's day, | | 15 | 425 |
| 186: Love's Apotheosis | Love me. I care not what the circling years | | 24 | 565 |
| 187: Love's Castle | Key and bar, key and bar, | | 16 | 472 |
| 188: Love's Chastening | Once Love grew bold and arrogant of air, | | 7 | 442 |
| 189: Love's Draft | The draft of love was cool and sweet | | 8 | 400 |
| 190: Love's Humility | As some rapt gazer on the lowly earth, | | 4 | 571 |
| 191: Love's Phases | Love hath the wings of the butterfly, | | 24 | 466 |
| 192: Love's Pictures | Like the blush upon the rose | | 24 | 472 |
| 193: Love's Seasons | When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine | | 16 | 456 |
| 194: Love-Song | If Death should claim me for her own to-day, | | 16 | 437 |
| 195: Lover's Lane | Summah night an' sighin' breeze, | | 40 | 486 |
| 196: Lullaby | Bedtime's come fu' little boys. | | 40 | 476 |
| 197: Lyrics Of Love And Sorrow | Love is the light of the world, my dear, | | 56 | 487 |
| 198: Mare Rubrum | In Life's Red Sea with faith I plant my feet, | | 14 | 457 |
| 199: Melancholia | Silently without my window, | | 56 | 395 |
| 200: Merry Autumn | It's all a farce,--these tales they tell | | 40 | 407 |
| 201: Misapprehension | Out of my heart, one day, I wrote a song, | | 11 | 436 |
| 202: Morning | The mist has left the greening plain, | | 16 | 432 |
| 203: Morning Song Of Love | Darling, my darling, my heart is on the wing, | | 16 | 445 |
| 204: Mortality | Ashes to ashes, dust unto dust, | | 12 | 452 |
| 205: My Corn-Cob Pipe | Men may sing of their Havanas, elevating to the stars | | 16 | 450 |
| 206: My Lady Of Castle Grand | Gray is the palace where she dwells, | | 32 | 416 |
| 207: My Little March Girl | Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart, | | 24 | 408 |
| 208: My Sort O' Man | I don't believe in 'ristercrats | | 64 | 455 |
| 209: My Sweet Brown Gal | W'en de clouds is hangin' heavy in de sky, | | 20 | 513 |
| 210: Nature And Art | The young queen Nature, ever sweet and fair, | | 28 | 484 |
| 211: Night | Silence, and whirling worlds afar | | 8 | 438 |
| 212: Night Of Love | The moon has left the sky, love, | | 24 | 430 |
| 213: Night, Dim Night | Night, dim night, and it rains, my love, it rains, | | 10 | 525 |
| 214: Noddin' By De Fire | Some folks t'inks hit's right an' p'opah, | | 32 | 432 |
| 215: Noon | Shadder in de valley | | 32 | 412 |
| 216: Nora: A Serenade | Ah, Nora, my Nora, the light fades away, | | 20 | 479 |
| 217: Not They Who Soar | Not they who soar, but they who plod | | 15 | 495 |
| 218: Nutting Song | The November sun invites me, | | 32 | 379 |
| 219: October | October is the treasurer of the year, | | 24 | 430 |
| 220: Ode For Memorial Day | Done are the toils and the wearisome marches, | | 36 | 516 |
| 221: Ode To Ethiopia | O Mother Race! to thee I bring | | 48 | 577 |
| 222: On A Clean Book - To F. N. | Like sea-washed sand upon the shore, | | 8 | 455 |
| 223: On The Death Of W. C. | Thou arrant robber, Death! | | 23 | 438 |
| 224: On The Dedication Of Dorothy Hall - Tuskegee, Ala., April 22, 1901. | Not to the midnight of the gloomy past, | | 24 | 455 |
| 225: On The River | The sun is low, | | 24 | 504 |
| 226: On The Road | I 's boun' to see my gal to-night | | 32 | 433 |
| 227: On The Sea Wall | I sit upon the old sea wall, | | 36 | 464 |
| 228: One Life | Oh, I am hurt to death, my Love; | | 30 | 422 |
| 229: Opportunity | Granny's gone a-visitin', | | 40 | 440 |
| 230: Over The Hills | Over the hills and the valleys of dreaming | | 8 | 491 |
| 231: Parted | De breeze is blowin' 'cross de bay. | | 30 | 461 |
| 232: Parted | She wrapped her soul in a lace of lies, | | 8 | 410 |
| 233: Passion And Love | A maiden wept and, as a comforter, | | 14 | 531 |
| 234: Philosophy | I been t'inkin' 'bout de preachah; whut he said de othah night, | | 16 | 436 |
| 235: Phyllis | Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day, | | 15 | 433 |
| 236: Poor Withered Rose | Poor withered rose, she gave it me, | | 24 | 446 |
| 237: Possession | Whose little lady is you, chile, | | 40 | 437 |
| 238: Possum | Ef dey 's anyt'ing dat riles me | | 32 | 452 |
| 239: Possum Trot | I've journeyed 'roun' consid'able, a-seein' men an' things, | | 46 | 519 |
| 240: Precedent | The poor man went to the rich man's doors, | | 4 | 461 |
| 241: Premonition | Dear heart, good-night! | | 24 | 408 |
| 242: Preparation | The little bird sits in the nest and sings | | 8 | 459 |
| 243: Prometheus | Prometheus stole from Heaven the sacred fire | | 20 | 424 |
| 244: Promise | I grew a rose within a garden fair, | | 12 | 438 |
| 245: Protest | Who say my hea't ain't true to you? | | 24 | 473 |
| 246: Puttin' The Baby Away | Eight of 'em hyeah all tol' an' yet | | 40 | 406 |
| 247: Rain-Songs | The rain streams down like harp-strings from the sky; | | 8 | 507 |
| 248: Religion | I am no priest of crooks nor creeds, | | 15 | 475 |
| 249: Reluctance | Will I have some mo' dat pie? | | 42 | 465 |
| 250: Remembered | She sang, and I listened the whole song thro'. | | 20 | 434 |
| 251: Reponse | When Phyllis sighs and from her eyes | | 12 | 371 |
| 252: Resignation | Long had I grieved at what I deemed abuse; | | 4 | 478 |
| 253: Retort | Thou art a fool," said my head to my heart | | 10 | 445 |
| 254: Retrospection | When you and I were young, the days | | 55 | 416 |
| 255: Riding To Town | When labor is light and the morning is fair, | | 32 | 435 |
| 256: Right's Security | What if the wind do howl without, | | 24 | 428 |
| 257: Robert Gould Shaw | Why was it that the thunder voice of Fate | | 14 | 448 |
| 258: Roses | Oh, wind of the spring-time, oh, free wind of May, | | 15 | 442 |
| 259: Roses And Pearls | Your spoken words are roses fine and sweet, | | 8 | 365 |
| 260: Scamp | Ain't it nice to have a mammy | | 39 | 474 |
| 261: She Gave Me A Rose | She gave a rose, | | 18 | 649 |
| 262: She Told Her Beads | She told her beads with down-cast eyes, | | 12 | 434 |
| 263: Ships That Pass In The Night | Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing; | | 15 | 483 |
| 264: Signs Of The Times | Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah, | | 40 | 424 |
| 265: Silence | 'T is better to sit here beside the sea, | | 4 | 440 |
| 266: Slow Through The Dark | Slow moves the pageant of a climbing race; | | 14 | 472 |
| 267: Snowin' | Dey is snow upon de meddahs, dey is snow upon de hill, | | 32 | 452 |
| 268: Soliloquy Of A Turkey | Dey 's a so't o' threatenin' feelin' in de blowin' of de breeze, | | 32 | 431 |
| 269: Song | My heart to thy heart, My hand to thine; | | 12 | 510 |
| 270: Song | A bee that was searching for sweets one day | | 21 | 1172 |
| 271: Song | Bird of my lady's bower, Sing her a song; | | 24 | 437 |
| 272: Song | Wintah, summah, snow er shine, | | 16 | 445 |
| 273: Song Of Summer | Dis is gospel weathah sho' | | 32 | 431 |
| 274: Sonnet - On An Old Book With Uncut Leaves | Emblem of blasted hope and lost desire, | | 14 | 388 |
| 275: Speakin' At De Cou'T-House | Dey been speakin' at de cou't-house, | | 48 | 430 |
| 276: Speakin' O' Christmas | Breezes blowin' middlin' brisk, | | 64 | 389 |
| 277: Spring Fever | Grass commence a-comin' | | 40 | 393 |
| 278: Spring Song | A blue-bell springs upon the ledge, | | 18 | 884 |
| 279: Sunset | The river sleeps beneath the sky, | | 14 | 460 |
| 280: Suppose | If 'twere fair to suppose | | 14 | 430 |
| 281: Sympathy | I know what the caged bird feels, alas! | | 21 | 430 |
| 282: Temptation | I done got 'uligion, honey, an' I 's happy ez a king; | | 24 | 460 |
| 283: The Awakening | I did not know that life could be so sweet, | | 8 | 444 |
| 284: The Barrier | The Midnight wooed the Morning-Star, | | 20 | 387 |
| 285: The Black Troops In Cuba | Round the wide earth, from the red field your valour has won, | | 24 | 440 |
| 286: The Bohemian | Bring me the livery of no other man. | | 6 | 383 |
| 287: The Boogah Man | W'en de evenin' shadders | | 44 | 503 |
| 288: The Capture | Duck come switchin' 'cross de lot | | 24 | 411 |
| 289: The Change | Love used to carry a bow, you know, | | 16 | 489 |
| 290: The Change Has Come | The change has come, and Helen sleeps | | 14 | 416 |
| 291: The Chase | The wind told the little leaves to hurry, | | 8 | 381 |
| 292: The Colored Band | Wen de colo'ed ban' comes ma'chin' down de street, | | 28 | 454 |
| 293: The Colored Soldiers | If the muse were mine to tempt it | | 80 | 415 |
| 294: The Corn-Stalk Fiddle | When the corn 's all cut and the bright stalks shine | | 42 | 457 |
| 295: The Crisis | A man of low degree was sore oppressed, | | 24 | 496 |
| 296: The Dance | Heel and toe, heel and toe, | | 24 | 441 |
| 297: The Death Of The First Born | Cover him over with daisies white | | 24 | 392 |
| 298: The Debt | This is the debt I pay | | 12 | 451 |
| 299: The Delinquent | Goo'-by, Jinks, I got to hump, | | 26 | 433 |
| 300: The Deserted Plantation | Oh, de grubbin'-hoe 's a-rustin' in de co'nah, | | 36 | 455 |
| 301: The Dilettante: A Modern Type | He scribbles some in prose and verse, | | 16 | 385 |
| 302: The Discovery | These are the days of elfs and fays: | | 27 | 426 |
| 303: The Disturber | Oh, what shall I do? I am wholly upset; | | 32 | 485 |
| 304: The Dove | Out of the sunshine and out of the heat, | | 8 | 453 |
| 305: The Dreamer | Temples he built and palaces of air, | | 14 | 575 |
| 306: The End Of The Chapter | Ah, yes, the chapter ends to-day; | | 28 | 449 |
| 307: The Farm Child's Lullaby | Oh, the little bird is rocking in the cradle of the wind, | | 24 | 436 |
| 308: The Fisher Child's Lullaby | The wind is out in its rage to-night, | | 24 | 436 |
| 309: The Forest Greeting | Good hunting!--aye, good hunting, | | 24 | 453 |
| 310: The Fount Of Tears | All hot and grimy from the road, | | 24 | 425 |
| 311: The Garret | Within a London garret high, | | 32 | 356 |
| 312: The Gourd | In the heavy earth the miner | | 40 | 524 |
| 313: The Haunted Oak | Pray why are you so bare, so bare, | | 64 | 448 |
| 314: The King Is Dead | Aye, lay him in his grave, the old dead year! | | 20 | 492 |
| 315: The Knight | Our good knight, Ted, girds his broadsword on | | 18 | 442 |
| 316: The Lapse | This poem must be done to-day; | | 41 | 386 |
| 317: The Lawyers' Ways | I 've been list'nin' to them lawyers | | 32 | 450 |
| 318: The Lesson | My cot was down by a cypress grove, | | 24 | 503 |
| 319: The Lily Of The Valley | Sweetest of the flowers a-blooming | | 28 | 402 |
| 320: The Looking-Glass | Dinah stan' befo' de glass, | | 24 | 445 |
| 321: The Lover And The Moon | A lover whom duty called over the wave, | | 56 | 470 |
| 322: The Master-Player | An old, worn harp that had been played | | 10 | 425 |
| 323: The Masters | Oh, who is the Lord of the land of life, | | 16 | 422 |
| 324: The Meadow Lark | Though the winds be dank, | | 24 | 414 |
| 325: The Memory Of Martha | Out in de night a sad bird moans, | | 27 | 425 |
| 326: The Monk's Walk | In this sombre garden close | | 44 | 462 |
| 327: The Murdered Lover | Say a mass for my soul's repose, my brother, | | 32 | 449 |
| 328: The Mystery | I was not; now I am--a few days hence | | 20 | 471 |
| 329: The Mystic Sea | The smell of the sea in my nostrils, | | 16 | 439 |
| 330: The News | Whut dat you whisperin' keepin' f'om me? | | 20 | 510 |
| 331: The Ol' Tunes | You kin talk about yer anthems | | 56 | 451 |
| 332: The Old Apple-Tree | There's a memory keeps a-runnin' | | 72 | 476 |
| 333: The Old Cabin | In de dead of night I sometimes, | | 48 | 436 |
| 334: The Old Front Gate | W'en daih 's chillun in de house, | | 40 | 475 |
| 335: The Old Homestead | Tis an old deserted homestead | | 40 | 483 |
| 336: The Paradox | I am the mother of sorrows, | | 32 | 474 |
| 337: The Party | Dey had a gread big pahty down to Tom's de othah night; | | 102 | 430 |
| 338: The Path | There are no beaten paths to Glory's height, | | 14 | 421 |
| 339: The Phantom Kiss | One night in my room, still and beamless, | | 24 | 465 |
| 340: The Photograph | See dis pictyah in my han'? | | 28 | 452 |
| 341: The Place Where The Rainbow Ends | There's a fabulous story | | 36 | 449 |
| 342: The Plantation Child's Lullaby | Wintah time hit comin' | | 40 | 395 |
| 343: The Poet | He sang of life, serenely sweet, | | 8 | 445 |
| 344: The Poet And His Song | A song is but a little thing, | | 32 | 497 |
| 345: The Poet And The Baby | How's a man to write a sonnet, can you tell, | | 15 | 527 |
| 346: The Pool | By the pool that I see in my dreams, dear love, | | 12 | 421 |
| 347: The Quilting | Dolly sits a-quilting by her mother, stich by stitch, | | 6 | 395 |
| 348: The Real Question | Folks is talkin' 'bout de money, 'bout de silvah an' de gold; | | 12 | 496 |
| 349: The Right To Die | I have no fancy for that ancient cant | | 18 | 424 |
| 350: The Rising Of The Storm | The lake's dark breast Is all unrest, | | 54 | 492 |
| 351: The Rivals | T was three an' thirty year ago, | | 104 | 400 |
| 352: The River Of Ruin | Along by the river of ruin | | 25 | 455 |
| 353: The Sand-Man | I know a man | | 18 | 422 |
| 354: The Secret | What says the wind to the waving trees? | | 18 | 453 |
| 355: The Seedling | As a quiet little seedling | | 32 | 582 |
| 356: The Song | My soul, lost in the music's mist, | | 32 | 409 |
| 357: The Sparrow | A little bird, with plumage brown, | | 16 | 474 |
| 358: The Spellin'-Bee | I never shall furgit that night when father hitched up Dobbin, | | 94 | 392 |
| 359: The Stirrup Cup | Come, drink a stirrup cup with me, | | 21 | 453 |
| 360: The Sum | A little dreaming by the way, | | 16 | 491 |
| 361: The Tryst | De night creep down erlong de lan', | | 32 | 557 |
| 362: The Turning Of The Babies In The Bed | Woman's sho' a cur'ous critter, an' dey ain't no doubtin' dat. | | 24 | 421 |
| 363: The Unlucky Apple | Twas the apple that in Eden | | 8 | 438 |
| 364: The Unsung Heroes | A song for the unsung heroes who rose in the country's need, | | 32 | 450 |
| 365: The Valse | When to sweet music my lady is dancing | | 24 | 421 |
| 366: The Veteran | Underneath the autumn sky, | | 40 | 449 |
| 367: The Visitor | Little lady at de do', | | 32 | 390 |
| 368: The Voice Of The Banjo | In a small and lonely cabin out of noisy traffic's way, | | 24 | 434 |
| 369: The Warrior's Prayer | Long since, in sore distress, I heard one pray, | | 24 | 425 |
| 370: The Wind And The Sea | I stood by the shore at the death of day, | | 56 | 407 |
| 371: The Wooing | A youth went faring up and down, | | 40 | 442 |
| 372: The Wraith | Ah me, it is cold and chill | | 28 | 427 |
| 373: Then And Now | He loved her, and through many years, | | 16 | 451 |
| 374: Theology | There is a heaven, for ever, day by day, | | 4 | 468 |
| 375: Thou Art My Lute | Thou art my lute, by thee I sing, | | 16 | 409 |
| 376: Till The Wind Gets Right | Oh the breeze is blowin' balmy | | 24 | 447 |
| 377: Time To Tinker 'Roun'! | Summah's nice, wif sun a-shinin', | | 32 | 494 |
| 378: To A Captious Critic | Dear critic, who my lightness so deplores, | | 4 | 458 |
| 379: To A Dead Friend | It is as if a silver chord | | 16 | 440 |
| 380: To A Lady Playing The Harp | Thy tones are silver melted into sound, | | 24 | 452 |
| 381: To A Violet Found On All Saints' Day | Belated wanderer of the ways of spring, | | 16 | 408 |
| 382: To An Ingrate | This is to-day, a golden summer's day | | 16 | 406 |
| 383: To Dan | Step me now a bridal measure, | | 28 | 386 |
| 384: To E. H. K. On The Receipt Of A Familiar Poem | To me, like hauntings of a vagrant breath | | 14 | 373 |
| 385: To Her | Your presence like a benison to me | | 12 | 464 |
| 386: To J. Q. | What are the things that make life bright? | | 8 | 367 |
| 387: To Louise | Oh, the poets may sing of their Lady Irenes, | | 32 | 412 |
| 388: To Pfrimmer | Driftwood gathered here and there | | 14 | 352 |
| 389: To The Eastern Shore | I 's feelin' kin' o' lonesome in my little room to-night, | | 24 | 499 |
| 390: To The Memory Of Mary Young | God has his plans, and what if we | | 40 | 397 |
| 391: To The Miami | Kiss me, Miami, thou most constant one! | | 42 | 397 |
| 392: To The Road | Cool is the wind, for the summer is waning, | | 24 | 438 |
| 393: To The South On Its New Slavery | Heart of the Southland, heed me pleading now, | | 80 | 452 |
| 394: Trouble In De Kitchen | Dey was oncet a awful quoil 'twixt de skillet an' de pot; | | 16 | 434 |
| 395: Twell De Night Is Pas' | All de night long twell de moon goes down, | | 16 | 375 |
| 396: Twilight | Twixt a smile and a tear, | | 8 | 423 |
| 397: Two Little Boots | Two little boots all rough an' wo', | | 48 | 480 |
| 398: Unexpressed | Deep in my heart that aches with the repression, | | 12 | 448 |
| 399: Vagrants | Long time ago, we two set out, | | 24 | 574 |
| 400: Vengeance Is Sweet | When I was young I longed for Love, | | 16 | 420 |
| 401: W'En I Gits Home | It's moughty tiahsome layin' 'roun' | | 25 | 394 |
| 402: Wadin' In De Crick | Days git wa'm an' wa'mah, | | 48 | 449 |
| 403: Waiting | The sun has slipped his tether | | 32 | 437 |
| 404: We Wear The Mask | We wear the mask that grins and lies, | | 15 | 482 |
| 405: Weltschmertz | You ask why I am sad to-day, | | 40 | 503 |
| 406: What's The Use | What's the use o' folks a-frownin' | | 15 | 389 |
| 407: When A Feller's Itchin' To Be Spanked | W'en us fellers stomp around, makin' lots o' noise, | | 35 | 437 |
| 408: When All Is Done | When all is done, and my last word is said, | | 17 | 466 |
| 409: When Dey 'Listed Colored Soldiers | Dey was talkin' in de cabin, dey was talkin' in de hall; | | 40 | 449 |
| 410: When Malindy Sings | G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy | | 72 | 403 |
| 411: When Sam'L Sings | Hyeah dat singin' in de medders | | 48 | 467 |
| 412: When The Old Man Smokes | In the forenoon's restful quiet, | | 56 | 403 |
| 413: When Winter Darkening All Around | When winter covering all the ground | | 16 | 409 |
| 414: Whip-Poor-Will And Katy-Did | Slow de night 's a-fallin', | | 24 | 518 |
| 415: Whistling Sam | I has hyeahd o' people dancin' an' I 's hyeahd o' people singin'. | | 38 | 442 |
| 416: Whittier | Not o'er thy dust let there be spent | | 16 | 437 |
| 417: Why Fades A Dream? | Why fades a dream? | | 18 | 435 |
| 418: Winter's Approach | De sun hit shine an' de win' hit blow, | | 18 | 508 |
| 419: Winter-Song | Oh, who would be sad tho' the sky be a-graying, | | 14 | 497 |
| 420: With The Lark | Night is for sorrow and dawn is for joy, | | 18 | 423 |
| 421: Worn Out | You bid me hold my peace | | 24 | 474 |
| 422: Yesterday And To-Morrow | Yesterday I held your hand, | | 24 | 496 |