PAGE I ain't afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice 310 I thought myself, indeed, secure I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time I show, by my distressful tones I stood upon the peak, amid the air I wish't I lived away down East, where codfish salt the sea 318 404 31 43 514 299 366 258 460 241 230 274 27 150 512 513 247 253 265 498 I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind 183 If ever in the sylvan shade. 371 If for your oath broken, or word lightly spoken 383 If I were Eric Ericsson, with flowing flaxen hair. If our own life is the life of a flower. If thou wilt shut thy drowsy eyes If you loved me as I love you. I'm a beautiful red, red drum I'm going to write a letter to our oldest boy who went I'm hastening from the distant hills. I'm thinking of the wooing.. I'm weary of this weather and I hanker for the ways In an ocean, 'way out yonder. In former times my numerous rhymes excited general mirth In Ipswich nights are cool and fair In maudlin spite let Thracians fight 358 INDEX TO FIRST LINES 547 Into the woods three huntsmen came It is very aggravating It seems like a dream-that sweet wooing of old- It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks Jest as atween the awk'ard lines a hand we love has penn'd Last night, as my dear babe lay dead 278 231 Last night the Stork came stalking 289 Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing 245 Lyce, the gods have heard my prayers, as gods will hear the dutiful 368 175 Mæcenas, I propose to fly 394 Mæcenas, thou of royalty's descent 363 Mæcenas, you will be my death,—though friendly you profess yourself My father was no pessimist; he loved the things of earth- PAGE My Shepherd is the Lord my God- 40 . My Uncle Ephraim was a man who did not live in vain 521 Notably fond of music, I dote on a sweeter tone 73 Now stands Soracte white with snow, now bend the laboring trees 370 502 O cruel fair O fathers all, reflect upon O fountain of Bandusia!. O fountain of Bandusia! more glittering than glass O gracious jar,-my friend, my twin O hapless day! O wretched day! O heart of mine! lift up thine eyes O Lady Fortune! 'tis to thee I call O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand O Mother Venus, quit, I pray O Postumus, my Postumus, the years are gliding past 373 464 353 353 392 53 413 391 260 398 375 Oh, them days on Red Hoss Mountain, when the skies wuz fair 'nd blue Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West 167 Of mornings, bright and early . 291 Of tarts there be a thousand kinds 118 Of your love for your handmaid you need feel no shame 360 On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap Once it was many years ago. Once on a time a friend of mine prevailed on me to go 529 90 330 Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name 167 340 Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter 178 Out on the mountain over the town. 236 Out spake Horatius Flaherty,- 447 Out yonder in the moonlight, where in God's Acre lies 137 390 Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea- 161 139 Seek not, Leuconöe, to know how long you're going to live yet 372 Sweet Phyllis, I have here a jar of old and precious wine 379 Sweetheart, be my sweetheart 177 Thar showed up out 'n Denver in the spring uv '81 37 The angel host that sped last night 522 The big-eyed baby, just across the way 499 The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv 11 The day is done; and, lo! the shades The eastern sky is streaked with red The gingham dog and the calico cat The Greeks had genius,-'t was a gift The image of the moon at night The little boom they said was vain The little French doll was a dear little doll The little toy dog is covered with dust 401 333 358 242 282 199 487 366 223 357 409 470 311 248 The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way The western breeze is springing up, the ships are in the bay |