Giver and Gift! II, 28.
Glad is the grove with light, I, 206.
Go not too far—too far beyond my gaze, I, 170.
Greatest of modern painters, he is dead! II, 68.
Great-hearted son of the Titan mother, Earth, II, 66.
Had we the present—only that, no more! II, 222.
Hail, Solitude! hail, maiden coy and sweet! I, 230.
Hark! Do I dream? Nay, even now I heard, I, 27.
Harken, heroic England! Know how near, II, 213.
Hast thou for honor laid ambition down? II, 5.
He and I,—and that was all, II, 217.
He came to us with dreams to sell, II, 6.
He cursed the day that he was born, I, 115.
He gave me all, and then he laid me by, I, 198.
He gazed, the little vagrant lad, I, 23.
He made it pure, II, 176.
He raised the hemlock to his lips, II, 138.
He sang of joy; whate'er he knew of sadness, II, 33.
He seemed to call me, and I shrank dismayed, I, 245.
He was so small, so very small, I, 238.
Her cheek is like a tinted rose, I, 193.
Her spirit is to France a living spring, I, 108.
Heroes with eloquent flags unfurled, II, 78.
How beautiful to live as thou didst live! II, 196.
How do you know that Spring is nigh, I, 186.
How fair you are, wondrous maiden, II, 199.
How glad you must be to lie at rest, I, 204.
How had it been, my belovèd, II, 97.
How living are the dead! II, 254.
How should I dream but you were old, II, 193.
How sweet it is 'neath apple-blooms to lie, II, 135.
How wonderful is love! I, 18.
I am a dream, I, 87.
I am calling together my sons, II, 202.
I am the key that parts the gates of Fame, II, 250.
I do not ask to know, I, 74.
I gathered them—the lilies pure and pale, I, 229.
I hear thy voice! II, 107.
I heard a voice say: You, I 177.
I know a place, warm-sheltered from the world, I. 217.
