Far back, in my musings, my thoughts have been cast 75
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! 94
First on the list is Washington, Virginia's proudest name 195
Fling it from mast and steeple 202
Give me that grand old volume, the gift of a mother's love 117
God makes sech nights, all white an' still 59
God said: I am tired of kings 62
God send us a little home 87
Good Deacon Roland--"May his tribe increase!" 178
Go thou thy way, and I go mine 162
Grandma told me all about it 48
Great were the hearts and strong the minds 37
"Hadst thou stayed, I must have fled!" 174
Han'some, stranger? Yes, she's purty an' ez peart as she kin be 96
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings 111
Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys? 27
He came to my desk with quivering lip 202
He who has the vision sees more than you or I 146
Hey! little evergreens 203
Home they brought her warrior dead 74
How are you hoeing your row, my boy? 202
Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber 35
I asked of Echo, t'other day 65
I cannot vouch my tale is true 156
I can't tell much about the thing, 'twas done so powerful quick 182
I come, I come! ye have called me long 26
I'd like to hunt the Injuns 't roam the boundless plain! 121
If all the skies were sunshine 36
If I had known in the morning 119
If I were hanged on the highest hill 70
If we should be shipwrecked together 206
If you can dress to make yourself attractive 153
If you can take your dreams into the classroom 165
If you have a friend worth loving 167
I have a rendezvous with Death 142
I love my prairies, they are mine 74
I'm not a chicken; I have seen 137
In a dark and dismal alley where the sunshine never came 112
In an attic bare and cheerless, Jim the newsboy dying lay 52
In a pioneer's cabin out West, so they say 130
In a valley, centuries ago 36
In Gettysburg at break of day 122
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes 90
In the hush and the lonely silence 65
Into a ward of the whitewashed halls 175
I sat alone with my conscience 81
I saw him once before 20
It is Christmas day in the workhouse 193
It isn't the thing you do, dear 116
It may be that the words I spoke 103
It's easy to talk of the patience of Job 82
It takes a heap o' livin' in a houst t' make it home 7
It was a bright and lovely summer's morn 114
It was an old, old, old, old lady 30
It was a sergeant old and gray 158
It was a starry night in June, the air was soft and still 102
It was in the days when Claverhouse 9
It was kept out in the kitchen, and 'twas long and deep and wide 177
It was many and many a year ago 25
It was the pleasant harvest-time 188
It was the twilight hour 61
I've got a letter, parson, from my son away out West 53
I walked through the woodland meadows 9
I wandered lonely where the pine-trees made 199
I was mighty good-lookin' when I was young 44
I was sitting in my study 40
I was strolling one day down the Lawther Arcade 169
I went into a public 'ouse to get a pint of beer 170
I, who was always counted, they say 42
I wish there were some wonderful place 32
I wrote some lines once on a time 14