[INDEX TO FIRST LINES OF SELECTIONS]

A fool, a fool!—I met a fool, [48].
A land of streams, [240].
Alas! my noble boy! [95].
Among the exploits of marvelous, [152].
And as a hungry lion, [79].
And do you now put on your best attire, [140].
And now go bring your sharpest torments, [110].
And the evening star was shining, [87].
And the old Tartar came upon the sand, [185].
And thus King Priam supplicating, [165].
And you,—you who are, [152].
Antonio, I am married to a wife, [44].
Arise, shine; for thy light is come, [110].
As thro’ the land at eve we went, [200].
As when a boar or lion, [164].
As when some hunter in the spring, [203].
At Atri in Abruzzo, [78], [154].
At Flores in the Azores, [284].
At the moment when death, [38].
Awake, my soul! Not only passive praise, [87].
Before a quarter pole was pass’d, [24].
Blessings on thee, little man, [175].
Blow trumpet, for the world, [201].
Blow winds, and crack your cheeks! [94], [242].
Bury the great Duke, [87].
But in the gloom they fought, [107].
But Rustum eyed askance the kneeling youth, [201].
But when public taste, [79].
But when the gray dawn stole into his tent, [28].
Did your letters pierce, [188].
Ferood, and ye, Persians and Tartars, hear! [162].
Figure to yourself a cataract, [22].
For even then, Sir, even before, [112].
Fresh as the flower, whose modest worth, [153].
Gloriously, Max! gloriously! [28].
Great have thy sufferings been, [166].
Gusty and raw was the morning, [193].
Half a league, half a league, [236].
Haste thee, nymph, [48], [239].
Hear the sledges with the bells, [98].
Hector, thou almost ever chidest me, [164].
Here are old trees, [239].
He spoke, and Sohrab kindled, [202].
He spoke; but Rustum gazed, [162].
Him the Almighty power, [242].
Ho! gallant nobles of the League, [112].
However as the sun baked, [151].
How lovely are thy dwellings fair! [23].
How now, Tubal! [205].
How the robin feeds her young, [176].
I can not tell what you and other men, [180].
I come, I come ye have called, [239].
If there be three in all your company, [207].
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now, [162].
I had a dream, [47].
I know that virtue to be in you, [217].
In 1815 M. Charles Myriel, [58].
In his early manhood, [153].
In the furrowed land, [134].
I sprang to the stirrup, [232].
It is but a legend, I know, [47].
It is but change, Titinius, [144].
It is my purpose, therefore, [155].
Lars Porsena of Clusium, [266].
Lead out the pageant; sad and slow, [30].
Let me play the fool, [97].
Look! look! that livid flash! [240].
Meanwhile King Robert yielded to his fate, [44].
Messer Bernado del Nero was as inexorable, [37].
Most of all, fellow citizens, [85].
Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, [179].
Mr. Speaker: The mingled tones of sorrow, [21].
My good blade carves the casques of men, [210].
Nay, curs’d be thou, [35].
Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic Sea, [94].
Next morning, waking with the day’s first beam, [219].
No one venerates the Peerage more than I do, [153].
Of Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit, [32].
Often have I swept backward, in imagination, [21].
Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, [254].
O, my offense is rank, [95].
Once more into the breach, dear friends, [50].
On Linden, when the sun was low, [170].
On the Mountains of the Prairie, [257].
O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, [216].
O, sing unto the Lord a new song, [112].
Over his keys the musing organist, [46].
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I, [53].
Reputation, reputation, reputation! [181].
Sea-kings’ daughter from over the sea, [51].
Search creation round, [21].
See what a grace was seated, [86].
Sheltered by the verdant shores, [207].
She mounts her chariot with a trice, [97].
Sir, the gentleman inquires, [160].
Some of the softening effects, [37].
Soon after William H. Harrison’s nomination, [31].
Speak the speech, I pray you, [91].
Sweet and low, [200].
That you do love me, I am nothing jealous, [146].
That you have wronged me, [284].
The armaments which thunderstrike, [108].
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, [189], [231].
The empire of Blefuscu, [134].
The father came on deck, [175].
The Lord reigneth, [111].
The name and memory of Washington, [28].
Then he departed with them o’er the sea, [210].
Then it was that Jo, [151].
Then methought I heard a mellow sound, [25].
Then sing, ye birds, [241].
There’s a rogue at play in my sunlit room, [123].
The trumpet, the gallop, the charge, [164].
This too, thou know’st, [163].
Three quarters round your partners swing, [157].
Thou kingly Spirit, [111].
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State, [86].
To be, or not to be, [52].
To whom replied King Arthur, [243].
Up from the meadows rich with corn, [71].
Venerable men! you have come down to us, [89].
Vengeance! plague! death! confusion! [161].
Whatever Lionel had said to his wife, [37].
What lesson shall those lips teach us, [89].
When a wind from the lands, [222].
Wherefore rejoice? What conquest, [26], [213].
Where sweeps round the mountains, [49].
While the Union lasts, [78].
Wrapped in a maze of thought, [22].
Yet his means are in supposition, [30].
Ye, who sometimes, in your rambles, [132].
You Heavens, give me patience, [96].
You think me a fanatic to-night, [22].

[LIST OF POEMS AND SELECTIONS ANALYZED]

Barbara FrietchieWhittier[71]
Charge of the Light BrigadeTennyson[236]
Horatius (The Lays of Ancient Rome)Macaulay[266]
How They Brought the Good News From Ghent to AixRobert Browning[212]
The Fight of Paso del MarBayard Taylor[193]
The Peace-Pipe (Hiawatha)Longfellow[256]
The Quarrel Scene (Julius Caesar)Shakespeare[284]
The RevengeTennyson[244]
Young LochinvarScott[254]

TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE

Obvious typographical errors and punctuation errors have been corrected after careful comparison with other occurrences within the text and consultation of external sources.