| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Ballad Of The French Fleet | A fleet with flags arrayed | | 58 | 923 |
| 2: | A Day Of Sunshine | O gift of God! O perfect day: | | 28 | 522 |
| 3: | A Dutch Picture | Simon Danz has come home again, | | 55 | 387 |
| 4: | A Fragment | Awake! arise! the hour is late! | | 8 | 518 |
| 5: | A Gleam Of Sunshine | This is the place. Stand still, my steed, | | 56 | 502 |
| 6: | A Nameless Grave | A soldier of the Union mustered out, | | 14 | 452 |
| 7: | A Psalm Of Life. What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist. | Tell me not, in mournful numbers, | | 36 | 464 |
| 8: | A Shadow | I said unto myself, if I were dead, | | 14 | 416 |
| 9: | A Summer Day By The Sea | The sun is set; and in his latest beams | | 14 | 518 |
| 10: | A Wraith In The Mist | On the green little isle of Inchkenneth, | | 12 | 429 |
| 11: | Aftermath | When the summer fields are mown, | | 14 | 432 |
| 12: | Afternoon In February | The day is ending, | | 24 | 430 |
| 13: | Amalfi | Sweet the memory is to me | | 94 | 373 |
| 14: | An April Day | When the warm sun, that brings | | 32 | 435 |
| 15: | Auf Wiedersehen. - In Memory Of J.T.F. | Until we meet again! That is the meaning | | 30 | 387 |
| 16: | Autumn | With what a glory comes and goes the year! | | 38 | 443 |
| 17: | Autumn | Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, | | 14 | 468 |
| 18: | Autumn Within | It is autumn; not without, | | 12 | 486 |
| 19: | Bayard Taylor | Dead he lay among his books! | | 32 | 328 |
| 20: | Belisarius | I am poor and old and blind; | | 54 | 377 |
| 21: | Birds Of Passage. | Black shadows fall | | 40 | 454 |
| 22: | Blind Bartimeus | Blind Bartimeus at the gates | | 24 | 387 |
| 23: | Boston | St. Bototlph's Town! Hither across the plains | | 14 | 395 |
| 24: | Burial Of The Minnisink | On sunny slope and beechen swell, | | 48 | 480 |
| 25: | By The Fireside | There is no flock, however watched and tended, | | 52 | 387 |
| 26: | By The Seaside - The Building Of The Ship | Build me straight, O worthy Master! | | 398 | 364 |
| 27: | Cadenabbia - Lake Of Como | No sound of wheels or hoof-beat breaks | | 44 | 431 |
| 28: | Castles In Spain | How much of my young heart, O Spain, | | 90 | 399 |
| 29: | Catawba Wine | This song of mine | | 65 | 405 |
| 30: | Changed | From the outskirts of the town | | 15 | 405 |
| 31: | Charles Sumner | Garlands upon his grave, | | 36 | 400 |
| 32: | Chaucer | An old man in a lodge within a park; | | 14 | 369 |
| 33: | Children | Come to me, O ye children! | | 36 | 425 |
| 34: | Chimes | Sweet chimes! that in the loneliness of night | | 14 | 404 |
| 35: | Christmas Bells | I heard the bells on Christmas Day | | 35 | 445 |
| 36: | Chrysaor | Just above yon sandy bar, | | 16 | 398 |
| 37: | Curfew | Solemnly, mournfully, | | 32 | 354 |
| 38: | Dante | Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of gloom, | | 14 | 386 |
| 39: | Daybreak | A wind came up out of the sea, | | 18 | 459 |
| 40: | Daylight And Moonlight | In broad daylight, and at noon, | | 20 | 453 |
| 41: | Decoration Day | Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest | | 24 | 403 |
| 42: | Dedication - The Seaside And The Fireside | As one who, walking in the twilight gloom, | | 44 | 377 |
| 43: | Delia | Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, | | 6 | 394 |
| 44: | Divina Commedia | Oft have I seen at some cathedral door | | 84 | 402 |
| 45: | Drinking Song - Inscription For An Antique Pitcher | Come, old friend! sit down and listen! | | 48 | 373 |
| 46: | Elegiac | Dark is the morning with mist; in the narrow mouth of the harbor | | 16 | 354 |
| 47: | Elegiac Verse | Peradventure of old, some bard in Ionian Islands, | | 40 | 356 |
| 48: | Eliot's Oak | Thou ancient oak! whose myriad leaves are loud | | 14 | 362 |
| 49: | Enceladus | Under Mount Etna he lies, | | 35 | 357 |
| 50: | Endymion | The rising moon has hid the stars; | | 36 | 431 |
| 51: | Epimetheus Or The Poet's Afterthought | Have I dreamed? or was it real, | | 65 | 342 |
| 52: | Evangeline - A Tale Of Acadie | This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, | | 1413 | 340 |
| 53: | Excelsior | The shades of night were falling fast, | | 45 | 362 |
| 54: | Fata Morgana | O sweet illusions of Song, | | 24 | 403 |
| 55: | Finale - The Wayside Inn - Part Third | These are the tales those merry guests | | 65 | 383 |
| 56: | Flower-De-Luce | Beautiful lily, dwelling by still rivers, | | 32 | 432 |
| 57: | Flowers. | Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, | | 60 | 409 |
| 58: | Footsteps Of Angels. | When the hours of Day are numbered, | | 40 | 400 |
| 59: | Four By The Clock. | Four by the clock! and yet not day; | | 8 | 400 |
| 60: | Fragment - August 18, 1847. | O faithful, indefatigable tides, | | 15 | 422 |
| 61: | Fragment - August 4, 1856. | So from the bosom of darkness our days come roaring and gleaming, | | 4 | 358 |
| 62: | Fragment - December 18, 1847. | Soft through the silent air descend the feathery snow-flakes; | | 4 | 365 |
| 63: | Fragment - October 22, 1838. | Neglected record of a mind neglected, | | 8 | 366 |
| 64: | From My Arm-Chair | Am I a king, that I should call my own | | 48 | 400 |
| 65: | Gaspar Becerra | By his evening fire the artist | | 28 | 404 |
| 66: | Giotto's Tower | How many lives, made beautiful and sweet | | 14 | 514 |
| 67: | God's-Acre. | I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls | | 20 | 381 |
| 68: | Haroun Al Raschid | One day, Haroun Al Raschid read | | 12 | 365 |
| 69: | Haunted Houses | All houses wherein men have lived and died | | 40 | 429 |
| 70: | Hawthorne | How beautiful it was, that one bright day | | 36 | 422 |
| 71: | Helen Of Tyre | What phantom is this that appears | | 42 | 345 |
| 72: | Hermes Trismegistus | Still through Egypt's desert places | | 80 | 429 |
| 73: | Holidays | The holiest of all holidays are those | | 14 | 406 |
| 74: | Hymn For My Brother's Ordination | Christ to the young man said: "Yet one thing more; | | 20 | 386 |
| 75: | Hymn Of The Moravian Nuns Of Bethlehem At The Consecration Of Pulaski's Banner. | When the dying flame of day | | 42 | 394 |
| 76: | Il Ponte Vecchio Di Firenze | Gaddi mi fece; il Ponte Vecchio sono; | | 14 | 414 |
| 77: | In The Churchyard At Cambridge | In the village churchyard she lies, | | 24 | 385 |
| 78: | In The Churchyard At Tarrytown | Here lies the gentle humorist, who died | | 14 | 330 |
| 79: | In The Harbor - Becalmed | Becalmed upon the sea of Thought, | | 16 | 365 |
| 80: | Inscription On The Shanklin Fountain | O traveller, stay thy weary feet; | | 6 | 418 |
| 81: | It Is Not Always May | The sun is bright,--the air is clear, | | 24 | 388 |
| 82: | Jugurtha | How cold are thy baths, Apollo! | | 12 | 387 |
| 83: | Keats | The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep; | | 14 | 360 |
| 84: | Keramos | Turn, turn, my wheel? Turn round and round | | 418 | 436 |
| 85: | Killed At The Ford. | He is dead, the beautiful youth, | | 37 | 438 |
| 86: | King Trisanku | Viswamitra the Magician, | | 12 | 330 |
| 87: | King Witlaf's Drinking-Horn | Witlaf, a king of the Saxons, | | 40 | 356 |
| 88: | L' Envoi | Ye voices, that arose | | 18 | 412 |
| 89: | L'Envoi - The Poet And His Songs | As the birds come in the Spring, | | 28 | 429 |
| 90: | Loss And Gain | When I compare | | 12 | 356 |
| 91: | Mad River In The White Mountains | Why dost thou wildly rush and roar, | | 64 | 428 |
| 92: | Maiden And Weathercock | O weathercock on the village spire, | | 32 | 385 |
| 93: | Maidenhood | Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes, | | 48 | 378 |
| 94: | Memories | Oft I remember those whom I have known | | 14 | 444 |
| 95: | Mezzo Cammin | Half of my life is gone, and I have let | | 14 | 345 |
| 96: | Midnight Mass For The Dying Year | Yes, the Year is growing old, | | 61 | 395 |
| 97: | Milton | I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold | | 14 | 348 |
| 98: | Monte Cassino - Terra Di Lavoro | Beautiful valley! through whose verdant meads | | 84 | 401 |
| 99: | Moods | Oh that a Song would sing itself to me | | 14 | 401 |
| 100: | Moonlight | As a pale phantom with a lamp | | 32 | 430 |
| 101: | Morituri Salutamus - Poem For The Fiftieth Anniversary Of The Class Of 1825 In Bowdoin College | O Caesar, we who are about to die | | 285 | 369 |
| 102: | My Books | Sadly as some old mediaeval knight | | 14 | 425 |
| 103: | My Cathedral | Like two cathedral towers these stately pines | | 14 | 440 |
| 104: | My Lost Youth | Often I think of the beautiful town | | 90 | 417 |
| 105: | Nature | As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, | | 14 | 439 |
| 106: | Night | Into the darkness and the hush of night | | 14 | 431 |
| 107: | Noel. | L'Academie en respect, | | 73 | 426 |
| 108: | Nuremberg | In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands | | 52 | 384 |
| 109: | Old St. David's At Radnor | What an image of peace and rest | | 35 | 367 |
| 110: | Oliver Basselin | In the Valley of the Vire | | 77 | 357 |
| 111: | Palingenesis | I lay upon the headland-height, and listened | | 66 | 349 |
| 112: | Parker Cleaveland | Among the many lives that I have known, | | 14 | 354 |
| 113: | Pegasus In Pound | Once into a quiet village, | | 56 | 348 |
| 114: | Possibilities | Where are the Poets, unto whom belong | | 14 | 351 |
| 115: | Prelude - The Wayside Inn - Part First | One Autumn night, in Sudbury town, | | 310 | 353 |
| 116: | Prelude - The Wayside Inn - Part Second | A cold, uninterrupted rain, | | 141 | 409 |
| 117: | Prelude - The Wayside Inn - Part Third | The evening came; the golden vane | | 100 | 358 |
| 118: | President Garfield | These words the poet heard in Paradise, | | 14 | 371 |
| 119: | Prometheus Or The Poet's Forethought | Of Prometheus, how undaunted | | 65 | 389 |
| 120: | Rain In Summer | How beautiful is the rain! | | 96 | 474 |
| 121: | Robert Burns | I see amid the fields of Ayr | | 54 | 350 |
| 122: | Sand Of The Desert In An Hour-Glass | A handful of red sand, from the hot clime | | 48 | 409 |
| 123: | Sandalphon | Have you read in the Talmud of old, | | 54 | 332 |
| 124: | Santa Filomena | Whene'er a noble deed is wrought, | | 44 | 370 |
| 125: | Seaweed | When descends on the Atlantic | | 48 | 372 |
| 126: | Shakespeare | A vision as of crowded city streets, | | 14 | 361 |
| 127: | Sir Humphrey Gilbert | Southward with fleet of ice | | 44 | 487 |
| 128: | Sleep | Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful sound | | 14 | 461 |
| 129: | Snow-Flakes | Out of the bosom of the Air, | | 18 | 474 |
| 130: | Something Left Undone | Labor with what zeal we will, | | 12 | 438 |
| 131: | Song | Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest; | | 15 | 383 |
| 132: | Songo River | Nowhere such a devious stream, | | 44 | 371 |
| 133: | Sonnet On Mrs. Kemble's Readings From Shakespeare | O precious evenings! all too swiftly sped! | | 14 | 496 |
| 134: | St. John's, Cambridge | I stand beneath the tree, whose branches shade | | 14 | 339 |
| 135: | Sundown | The summer sun is sinking low; | | 15 | 404 |
| 136: | Sunrise On The Hills | I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch | | 36 | 505 |
| 137: | Suspiria | Take them, O Death! and bear away | | 12 | 406 |
| 138: | Tales Of A Wayside Inn - Complete | One Autumn night, in Sudbury town, | | 6809 | 489 |
| 139: | Tegner's Drapa | I heard a voice, that cried, | | 72 | 356 |
| 140: | The Arrow And The Song | I shot an arrow into the air, | | 12 | 402 |
| 141: | The Arsenal At Springfield | This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, | | 48 | 347 |
| 142: | The Beleaguered City. | I have read, in some old, marvellous tale, | | 48 | 398 |
| 143: | The Belfry Of Bruges | In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; | | 40 | 410 |
| 144: | The Belfry Of Bruges Carillon | In the ancient town of Bruges, | | 69 | 394 |
| 145: | The Bells Of Lynn - Heard At Nahant | O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn! | | 18 | 432 |
| 146: | The Bells Of San Blas | What say the Bells of San Blas | | 66 | 372 |
| 147: | The Bridge | I stood on the bridge at midnight, | | 60 | 415 |
| 148: | The Bridge Of Cloud | Burn, O evening hearth, and waken | | 40 | 369 |
| 149: | The Broken Oar | Once upon Iceland's solitary strand | | 14 | 432 |
| 150: | The Brook And The Wave | The brooklet came from the mountain, | | 12 | 434 |
| 151: | The Builders | All are architects of Fate, | | 36 | 420 |
| 152: | The Burial Of The Poet | In the old churchyard of his native town, | | 14 | 414 |
| 153: | The Castle-Builder | A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks | | 16 | 449 |
| 154: | The Challenge | I have a vague remembrance | | 44 | 373 |
| 155: | The Chamber Over The Gate | Is it so far from thee | | 49 | 361 |
| 156: | The Children's Crusade - [A Fragment.] | What is this I read in history, | | 135 | 398 |
| 157: | The Children's Hour | Between the dark and the daylight, | | 40 | 448 |
| 158: | The City And The Sea | The panting City cried to the Sea, | | 12 | 435 |
| 159: | The Courtship Of Miles Standish | In the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims, | | 1036 | 367 |
| 160: | The Cross Of Snow | In the long, sleepless watches of the night, | | 14 | 409 |
| 161: | The Cumberland | At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, | | 48 | 384 |
| 162: | The Day Is Done | The day is done, and the darkness | | 44 | 385 |
| 163: | The Descent Of The Muses | Nine sisters, beautiful in form and face, | | 14 | 352 |
| 164: | The Discoverer Of The North Cape - A Leaf From King Alfred's Orosius | Othere, the old sea-captain, | | 115 | 379 |
| 165: | The Emperor's Bird's-Nest | Once the Emperor Charles of Spain, | | 55 | 360 |
| 166: | The Emperor's Glove | On St. Baron's tower, commanding | | 25 | 382 |
| 167: | The Evening Star | Lo! in the painted oriel of the West, | | 14 | 450 |
| 168: | The Fiftieth Birthday Of Agassiz | It was fifty years ago | | 32 | 388 |
| 169: | The Fire Of Drift-Wood | We sat within the farm-house old, | | 48 | 390 |
| 170: | The Four Lakes Of Madison | Four limpid lakes,--four Naiades | | 18 | 373 |
| 171: | The Four Princesses At Wilna - A Photograph | Sweet faces, that from pictured casements lean | | 14 | 356 |
| 172: | The Galaxy | Torrent of light and river of the air, | | 14 | 365 |
| 173: | The Goblet Of Life | Filled is Life's goblet to the brim; | | 60 | 408 |
| 174: | The Golden Mile-Stone | Leafless are the trees; their purple branches | | 48 | 416 |
| 175: | The Good Part That Shall Not Be Taken Away | She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side, | | 36 | 352 |
| 176: | The Hanging Of The Crane | The lights are out, and gone are all the guests | | 205 | 334 |
| 177: | The Harvest Moon | It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes | | 14 | 359 |
| 178: | The Haunted Chamber | Each heart has its haunted chamber, | | 32 | 417 |
| 179: | The Herons Of Elmwood | Warm and still is the summer night, | | 36 | 436 |
| 180: | The Iron Pen | I thought this Pen would arise | | 40 | 393 |
| 181: | The Jewish Cemetery At Newport | How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, | | 60 | 444 |
| 182: | The Ladder Of St. Augustine | Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, | | 48 | 448 |
| 183: | The Landlord's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Third | It was Sir Christopher Gardiner, | | 164 | 363 |
| 184: | The Landlord's Tale. - Paul Revere's Ride. - The Wayside Inn - Part First | Listen, my children, and you shall hear | | 188 | 452 |
| 185: | The Leap Of Roushan Beg | Mounted on Kyrat strong and fleet, | | 84 | 328 |
| 186: | The Light Of Stars. | The night is come, but not too soon; | | 36 | 423 |
| 187: | The Lighthouse | The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, | | 56 | 448 |
| 188: | The Masque Of Pandora | Not fashioned out of gold, like Hera's throne, | | 855 | 390 |
| 189: | The Meeting | After so long an absence | | 24 | 368 |
| 190: | The Musician'S Tale - The Saga Of King Olaf - The Wayside Inn - Part First | I am the God Thor, | | 1556 | 350 |
| 191: | The Musician's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Second | At Stralsund, by the Baltic Sea, | | 290 | 431 |
| 192: | The Musician's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Third | Svend Dyring he rideth adown the glade; | | 127 | 420 |
| 193: | The Norman Baron | In his chamber, weak and dying, | | 64 | 332 |
| 194: | The Occultation Of Orion | I saw, as in a dream sublime, | | 75 | 375 |
| 195: | The Old Bridge At Florence | Taddeo Gaddi built me. I am old, | | 14 | 477 |
| 196: | The Old Clock On The Stairs | Somewhat back from the village street | | 72 | 384 |
| 197: | The Open Window | The old house by the lindens | | 24 | 375 |
| 198: | The Phantom Ship | In Mather's Magnalia Christi, | | 52 | 333 |
| 199: | The Poet's Calendar | Janus am I; oldest of potentates; | | 96 | 371 |
| 200: | The Poet's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part First | It was the season, when through all the land | | 264 | 351 |
| 201: | The Poet's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Second | One hundred years ago, and something more, | | 200 | 328 |
| 202: | The Poet's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Third | Olger the Dane and Desiderio, | | 130 | 407 |
| 203: | The Poets | O ye dead Poets, who are living still | | 14 | 348 |
| 204: | The Quadroon Girl | The Slaver in the broad lagoon | | 48 | 449 |
| 205: | The Rainy Day | The day is cold, and dark, and dreary | | 15 | 385 |
| 206: | The Reaper And The Flowers. | There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, | | 28 | 361 |
| 207: | The Revenge Of Rain-In-The-Face | In that desolate land and lone, | | 48 | 424 |
| 208: | The Ropewalk | In that building, long and low, | | 66 | 362 |
| 209: | The Secret Of The Sea | Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me | | 40 | 410 |
| 210: | The Sermon Of St. Francis | Up soared the lark into the air, | | 36 | 403 |
| 211: | The Sicilian's Tale - King Robert Of Sicily - The Wayside Inn - Part First | Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane | | 242 | 359 |
| 212: | The Sicilian's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Second | At Atri in Abruzzo, a small town | | 173 | 363 |
| 213: | The Sicilian's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Third | Once on a time, some centuries ago, | | 326 | 412 |
| 214: | The Sifting Of Peter | In St. Luke's Gospel we are told | | 42 | 351 |
| 215: | The Singers | God sent his Singers upon earth | | 28 | 361 |
| 216: | The Skeleton In Armor | Speak! speak I thou fearful guest | | 160 | 362 |
| 217: | The Slave In The Dismal Swamp | In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp | | 30 | 424 |
| 218: | The Slave Singing At Midnight | Loud he sang the psalm of David! | | 24 | 363 |
| 219: | The Slave's Dream | Beside the ungathered rice he lay, | | 48 | 351 |
| 220: | The Song Of Hiawatha - Complete | Should you ask me, whence these stories? | | 5460 | 462 |
| 221: | The Song Of Hiawatha - I - The Peace-Pipe | On the Mountains of the Prairie, | | 163 | 397 |
| 222: | The Song Of Hiawatha - II - The Four Winds | Honor be to Mudjekeewis! | | 304 | 376 |
| 223: | The Song Of Hiawatha - III - Hiawatha's Childhood | Downward through the evening twilight, | | 235 | 355 |
| 224: | The Song Of Hiawatha - Introduction | Should you ask me, whence these stories? | | 115 | 360 |
| 225: | The Song Of Hiawatha - IV - Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis | Out of childhood into manhood | | 299 | 373 |
| 226: | The Song Of Hiawatha - IX - Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feather | On the shores of Gitche Gumee, | | 298 | 387 |
| 227: | The Song Of Hiawatha - IX - The Ghosts | Never stoops the soaring vulture | | 224 | 342 |
| 228: | The Song Of Hiawatha - V - Hiawatha's Fasting | You shall hear how Hiawatha | | 288 | 321 |
| 229: | The Song Of Hiawatha - VI - Hiawatha'S Friends | Two good friends had Hiawatha, | | 177 | 396 |
| 230: | The Song Of Hiawatha - VII - Hiawatha's Sailing | Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! | | 140 | 423 |
| 231: | The Song Of Hiawatha - VIII - Hiawatha's Fishing | Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, | | 236 | 346 |
| 232: | The Song Of Hiawatha - X - Hiawatha's Wooing | As unto the bow the cord is, | | 283 | 396 |
| 233: | The Song Of Hiawatha - XI - Hiawatha's Wedding-Feast | You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, | | 240 | 346 |
| 234: | The Song Of Hiawatha - XII - The Son Of The Evening Star | Can it be the sun descending | | 375 | 362 |
| 235: | The Song Of Hiawatha - XIII - Blessing The Cornfields | Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, | | 235 | 454 |
| 236: | The Song Of Hiawatha - XIV - Picture-Writing | In those days said Hiawatha, | | 183 | 353 |
| 237: | The Song Of Hiawatha - XV - Hiawatha's Lamentation | In those days the Evil Spirits, | | 216 | 350 |
| 238: | The Song Of Hiawatha - XVI - Pau-Puk-Keewis | You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, | | 261 | 365 |
| 239: | The Song Of Hiawatha - XVII - The Hunting Of Pau-Puk-Keewis | Full of wrath was Hiawatha | | 365 | 351 |
| 240: | The Song Of Hiawatha - XVIII - The Death Of Kwasind | Far and wide among the nations | | 120 | 349 |
| 241: | The Song Of Hiawatha - XX - The Famine | Oh the long and dreary Winter! | | 180 | 361 |
| 242: | The Song Of Hiawatha - XXI - The White Man's Foot | In his lodge beside a river, | | 230 | 340 |
| 243: | The Song Of Hiawatha - XXII - Hiawatha's Departure | By the shore of Gitche Gumee, | | 247 | 430 |
| 244: | The Sound Of The Sea | The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, | | 14 | 399 |
| 245: | The Spanish Jew's Second Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Third | The battle is fought and won | | 257 | 346 |
| 246: | The Spanish Jew's Tale - The Legend Of Rabbi Ben Levi - The Wayside Inn - Part First | Rabbi Ben Levi, on the Sabbath, read | | 86 | 371 |
| 247: | The Spanish Jew's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Second | Into the city of Kambalu, | | 117 | 329 |
| 248: | The Spanish Jew's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Third | King Solomon, before his palace gate | | 73 | 357 |
| 249: | The Spanish Student | You were not at the play tonight, Don Carlos; | | 2274 | 337 |
| 250: | The Spirit Of Poetry | There is a quiet spirit in these woods, | | 57 | 365 |
| 251: | The Student's Second Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Second | Baron Castine of St. Castine | | 341 | 330 |
| 252: | The Student's Tale - The Falcon Of Ser Federigo - The Wayside Inn - Part First | One summer morning, when the sun was hot, | | 325 | 361 |
| 253: | The Student's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Second | I trust that somewhere and somehow | | 294 | 355 |
| 254: | The Student's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Third | When Alcuin taught the sons of Charlemagne, | | 294 | 295 |
| 255: | The Theologian's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part First | In the heroic days when Ferdinand | | 255 | 353 |
| 256: | The Theologian's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Second | Hads't thou stayed, I must have fled! | | 171 | 338 |
| 257: | The Theologian's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Third | Ah, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us! | | 282 | 410 |
| 258: | The Three Kings | Three Kings came riding from far away, | | 70 | 382 |
| 259: | The Three Silences Of Molinos | Three Silences there are: the first of speech, | | 14 | 343 |
| 260: | The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls | The tide rises, the tide falls, | | 15 | 412 |
| 261: | The Tides | I saw the long line of the vacant shore, | | 14 | 428 |
| 262: | The Two Angels | Two angels, one of Life and one of Death, | | 44 | 392 |
| 263: | The Two Rivers | Slowly the hour-hand of the clock moves round; | | 56 | 360 |
| 264: | The Village Blacksmith | Under a spreading chestnut-tree | | 48 | 405 |
| 265: | The Warden Of The Cinque Ports | A mist was driving down the British Channel, | | 48 | 384 |
| 266: | The Warning | Beware! The Israelite of old, who tore | | 18 | 378 |
| 267: | The White Czar | Dost thou see on the rampart's height | | 48 | 383 |
| 268: | The Wind Over The Chimney | See, the fire is sinking low, | | 60 | 396 |
| 269: | The Windmill | Behold! a giant am I! | | 30 | 409 |
| 270: | The Witnesses | In Ocean's wide domains, | | 32 | 368 |
| 271: | The Wreck Of The Hesperus | It was the schooner Hesperus, | | 88 | 371 |
| 272: | Three Friends Of Mine | When I remember them, those friends of mine, | | 70 | 371 |
| 273: | To A Child | Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, | | 191 | 397 |
| 274: | To An Old Danish Song-Book | Welcome, my old friend, | | 64 | 331 |
| 275: | To The Avon | Flow on, sweet river! like his verse | | 20 | 369 |
| 276: | To The Driving Cloud | Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas; | | 34 | 349 |
| 277: | To The River Charles. | River! that in silence windest | | 40 | 353 |
| 278: | To The River Rhone | Thou Royal River, born of sun and shower | | 14 | 332 |
| 279: | To The River Yvette | O lovely river of Yvette! | | 20 | 341 |
| 280: | To William E. Channing | The pages of thy book I read, | | 20 | 343 |
| 281: | To-Morrow | T is late at night, and in the realm of sleep | | 14 | 404 |
| 282: | Travels By The Fireside | The ceaseless rain is falling fast, | | 36 | 570 |
| 283: | Twilight | The twilight is sad and cloudy, | | 24 | 381 |
| 284: | Ultima Thule | With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas, | | 16 | 338 |
| 285: | Venice | White swan of cities, slumbering in thy nest | | 14 | 405 |
| 286: | Victor And Vanquished | As one who long hath fled with panting breath | | 14 | 358 |
| 287: | Victor Galbraith | Under the walls of Monterey | | 49 | 367 |
| 288: | Vittoria Colonna. | Once more, once more, Inarime, | | 44 | 418 |
| 289: | Voices Of The Night - Hymn To The Night. | I heard the trailing garments of the Night | | 24 | 437 |
| 290: | Voices Of The Night - Prelude. | Pleasant it was, when woods were green, | | 114 | 408 |
| 291: | Vox Populi | When Mazarvan the Magician, | | 12 | 343 |
| 292: | Walter Von Der Vogelweid | Vogelweid the Minnesinger, | | 52 | 347 |
| 293: | Wapentake | Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine; | | 14 | 416 |
| 294: | Weariness | O little feet! that such long years | | 24 | 424 |
| 295: | Woods In Winter. | When winter winds are piercing chill, | | 28 | 396 |
| 296: | Woodstock Park | Here in a little rustic hermitage | | 14 | 390 |
