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A dull uncertain brain, 389. "A new commandment," said the smiling Muse, 297. A patch of meadow upland, 369. A queen rejoices in her peers, 366. A ruddy drop of manly blood, 274. A score of airy miles will smooth, 341. A sterner errand to the silken troop, 384. A subtle chain of countless rings, 281. A train of gay and clouded days, 349. Ah Fate, cannot a man, 383. Ah, not to me those dreams belong! 333. All day the waves assailed the rock, 345. Alone in Rome. Why, Rome is lonely too, 396. Already blushes on thy cheek, 196. And as the light divides the dark, 330. And Ellen, when the graybeard years, 94. And I behold once more, 385. And when I am entombed in my place, 395. Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, 41. Around the man who seeks a noble end, 349. Ascending thorough just degrees, 356. Askest, 'How long thou shalt stay?' 12. As sings the pine-tree in the wind, 297. As sunbeams stream through liberal space, 48. As the drop feeds its fated flower, 355. Atom from atom yawns as far, 339.

Be of good cheer, brave spirit; steadfastly, 381. Because I was content with these poor fields, 141. Bethink, poor heart, what bitter kind of jest, 300. Blooms the laurel which belongs, 209. Boon Nature yields each day a brag which we now first behold, 294. Bring me wine, but wine which never grew, 125. Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, 35. Burly, dozing humble-bee, 38. But God said, 114. But if thou do thy best, 356. But Nature whistled with all her winds, 348. But never yet the man was found, 339. But over all his crowning grace, 329. By fate, not option, frugal Nature gave, 137. By the rude bridge that arched the flood, 159. By thoughts I lead, 330.

Can rules or tutors educate, 273. Cast the bantling on the rocks, 295. Coin the day dawn into lines, 333.

Dark flower of Cheshire garden, 361. Darlings of children and of bard, 343. Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring, 163. Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, 228.