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Rh In a little theater, in the Jewry of the New World, 406. In a night of midsummer, on the still eastern shore, 390. In a starry night of June, before the moon had come, 286. In darkness of the visionary night, 55. In Heaven's happy bowers, 96. In her young eyes the children looked and found, 153. In life's hard fight this poet did his part, 333. In Love of City here we take our stand, 349. In one rich drop of blood, ah, what a sea, 273. In that dread, dreamed-of hour, 233. In the child-garden buds and blows, 216. In the cities no longer the blaring of trumpets that summon to battle, 404. In the embers shining bright, 93. In the hall of the king the loud mocking of many at one, 45. In the House of State at Albany, 402. In the long studio from whose towering walls, 110. In the morning of the skies, 132. In the old farm-house living-room, 285. In the white midday's full, imperious show, 185. In thine anger it was said, 401. In this high ode with its great shadow-kings, 344. In this valley far and lonely, 255. In those clear, piercing, piteous eyes behold, 357. In Wordsworth's orchard, one sweet summer day, 293. In youth he braved a monarch's ire, 392. Into this musing, Memory! thou hast brought, 306. Is Hope a phantom? Holds the crystal cup, 305. Is 't I for whom the law's brute penalty, 172. Is this the price of beauty! Fairest, thou, 167. It was but yesterday she walked these streets, 394.

John Carman of Carmeltown, 103.

Keep pure thy soul! 229.

Land of the South,—whose stricken heart and brow, 114. Laureate of the Gentle Heart! 309. Let fall the ruin propt by Europe's hands! 246. Let not thy listening spirit be abashed, 378. Let other gray-beards mourn the flight of years, 420. Life came to me and spoke, 151. Life is the cost, 171. Life is the hammer that strikes, 344. Lightnings and tremblings and a voice of thunder, 389. Like the bright picture ere the lamp is lit, 254. Lisa Romana! no mean city gave, 309. Lo! here another, 263. Lo, now it comes once more; lo, my heart leaps again, 327. Lonely Pope upon his throne, 296. "Lost leaders"—no, they are not lost, 397. Love is not bond to any man, 37.