  - A blush as of roses, 392.
- A boy drove into the city, his wagon loaded down, 209.
- A cheer and salute for the Admiral, and here's to the Captain bold, 637.
- A cliff-locked port and a bluff sea wall, 319.
- A cloud possessed the hollow field, 491.
- A cycle was closed and rounded, 196.
- A flash of light across the night, 517.
- A fleet with flags arrayed, 110.
- A gallant foeman in the fight, 524.
- A grand attempt some Amazonian Dames, 85.
- A granite cliff on either shore, 593.
- A handful came to Seicheprey, 672.
- A hundred thousand Northmen, 419.
- A midnight cry appalls the gloom, 334.
- A moonless night—a friendly one, 498.
- A pillar of fire by night, 513.
- A score of years had come and gone, 74.
- A song unto Liberty's brave Buccaneer, 222.
- A story of Ponce de Leon, 21.
- A summer Sunday morning, 424.
- A transient city, marvellously fair, 649.
- A voice went over the waters, 608.
- A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, 327.
- Abraham Lincoln, the Dear President, 539.
- Across the Stony Mountains, o'er the desert's drouth and sand, 372.
- After the eyes that looked, the lips that spake, 497.
- After the war—I hear men ask—what then, 678.
- Again Columbia's stripes, unfurl'd, 302.
- Again the summer-fevered skies, 503.
- Ah, you mistake me, comrades, to think that my heart is steel, 200.
- All alone on the hillside, 585.
- All day long the guns at the forts, 475.
- All day the great guns barked and roared, 213.
- All hail! Unfurl the Stripes and Stars, 403.
- All night upon the guarded hill, 390.
- "All quiet along the Potomac," they say, 433.
- All summer long the people knelt, 590.
- Aloft upon an old basaltic crag, 379.
- Along a river-side, I know not where, 450.
- America! dear brother land, 614.
- America, my own, 659.
- America! thou fractious nation, 138.
- An American frigate from Baltimore came, 224.
- "An empire to be lost or won," 342.
- An eye with the piercing eagle's fire, 560.
- "And now," said the Governor, gazing abroad on the piled-up store, 60.
- And they have thrust our shattered dead away in foreign graves, 612.
- Are these the honors they reserve for me, 17.
- "Are you ready, O Virginia," 627.
- Arms reversed and banners craped, 511.
- Arnold! the name as heretofore, 238.
- As billows upon billows roll, 524.
- As hang two mighty thunderclouds, 361.
- As men who fight for home and child and wife, 198.
- As near beauteous Boston lying,
- CÆsar, afloat with his fortunes, 462.
- Call Martha Corey, 92.
- Calm as that second summer which precedes, 507.
- Calm martyr of a noble cause, 545.
- Calmly beside her tropic strand, 515.
- Came the morning of that day, 404.
- Chained by stern duty to the rock of state, 537.
- Champion of those who groan beneath, 385.
- Cheer up, my young men all, 122.
- "Chuff! chuff! chuff!" An' a mountain-bluff, 652.
- Close his eyes; his work is done, 442.
- Cold, cold is the north wind and rude is the blast, 109.
- Columbia, appear!—To thy mountains ascend, 305.
- Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, 180.
- Columbus looked; and still around them spread, 273.
- Come, all ye bold Americans, to you the truth I tell, 257.
- Come all ye lads who know no fear, 226.
- Come all ye sons of Brittany, 112.
- Come all ye Yankee sailors, with swords and pikes advance, 280.
- Come all you brave Americans, 237.
- Come all you brave soldiers, both valiant and free, 179.
- Come, all you sons of Liberty, that to the seas belong, 296.
- Come, brothers! rally for the right, 413.
- Come, cheer up, my lads, like a true British band, 130.
- Come, come fill up your glasses, 132.
- Come, each death-doing dog who dares venture his neck, 121.
- Come, fill the beaker, while we chaunt a pean of old days, 119.
- Come, Freemen of the land, 509.
- Come, gentlemen Tories, firm, loyal, and true, 229.
- Come let us rejoice, 245.
- Come, listen all unto my song, 565.
- Come listen and I'll tell you, 221.
- Come listen, good neighbors of every degree, 131.
- Come listen to the Story of brave Lathrop and his Men, 82.
- Come muster, my lads, your mechanical tools, 270.
- Come, rouse up, ye bold-hearted Whigs of Kentucky, 353.
- Come sheathe your swords! my gallant boys, 239.
- Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails, 483.
- Come swallow your bumpers, ye Tories, and roar, 143.
- Come unto me, ye heroes, 202.
- Come, ye lads, who wish to shine, 287.
- Comes a cry from Cuban water, 609.
- Compassionate eyes had our brave John Brown, 397.
- Concentred here th' united wisdom shines, 269.
- Content within his wigwam warm, 73.
- Cornwallis led a country dance, 256.
- "Cut the cables!" the order read, 622.
- Dark as the clouds of even, 500.
- Dawn of a pleasant morning in May, 518.
- Dawn peered through the pines as we dashed at the ford, 488.
- Day of glory! Welcome day, 179.
- Daybreak upon the hills, 547.
- Dead! Is it possible? He, the bold rider, 582.
- Death, why so cruel? What! no other way, 45.
- Delusions of the days that once have been, 88.
- Did you hear of the fight at Corinth, 458.
- Do you know how the people of all the land, 49.
- Do you know of the dreary land, 468.
- Down in the bleak December bay, 59.
- Down Loudon Lanes, with swinging reins, 482.
- Down the Little Big Horn, 580.
- Down toward the deep-blue water, 668.
- Dreary and brown the night comes down, 10.
- Ebbed and flowed the muddy Pei-Ho by the gulf of Pechili, 380.
- Eight volunteers! on an errand of death, 626.
- Eighty and nine with their captain, 438.
- El Emplazado, the Summoned, the Doomed One, 613.
- Ere five score years have run their tedious rounds, 125.
- Ere Murfreesboro's thunders rent the air, 459.
- Fair were our visions! Oh, they were as grand, 546.
- Fallen? How fallen? States and empires fall, 376.
- Fallen with autumn's fallen leaf, 590.
- Famine once we had, 69.
- Far spread, below, 3.
- Farewell! for now a stormy morn and dark, 650.
- Farewell, Peace! another crisis, 287.
- Farragut, Farragut, 528.
- Father and I went down to camp, 159.
- First in the fight, and first in the arms, 454.
- Five fearless knights of the first renown, 34.
- Flawless his heart and tempered to the core, 128.
- "Fly to the mountain! Fly," 601.
- For him who sought his country's good, 280.
- For sixty days and upwards, 499.
- For us, the dead, though young, 674.
- Foreboding sudden of untoward change, 599.
- "Forgive them, for they know not what they do," 538.
- Four-and-eighty years are o'er me; great-grandchildren sit before me, 211.
- Four gallant ships from England came, 309.
- Four times the sun has risen and set; and now on the fifth day, 115.
- Four young men, of a Monday morn, 155.
- France, 666.
- Francisco Coronado rode forth with all his train, 31.
- Free are the Muses, and where freedom is, 641.
- Freedom called them—up they rose, 606.
- Fresh palms for the Old Dominion, 395.
- From a junto that labor for absolute power, 176.
- From dawn to dark they stood, 441.
- From dusk till dawn the livelong night, 191.
- From France, desponding and betray'd, 312.
- From Halifax station a bully there came, 289.
- From keel to fighting top, I love, 618.
- From Lewis, Monsieur GÉrard came, 214.
- From out my deep, wide-bosomed West, 587.
- From out the North-land his leaguer he led, 199.
- From Santiago, spurning the morrow, 635.
- From the commandant's quarters on Westchester height, 231.
- From the laurel's fairest bough, 307.
- From the Rio Grande's waters to the icy lakes of Maine, 364.
- From this hundred-terraced height, 573.
- From Yorktown on the fourth of May, 436.
- Furl that Banner, for 'tis weary, 547.
- Gallants attend, and hear a friend, 208.
- Gaunt in the midst of the prairie, 569.
- Gentle and generous, brave-hearted, kind, 650.
- Gift from the cold and silent Past, 4.
- Giles Corey was a Wizard strong, 96.
- "Give me but two brigades," said Hooker, frowning at fortified Lookout, 505.
- Give me white paper, 18.
- Glistering high in the midnight sky the starry rockets soar, 617.
- Glorious the day when in arms at Assunpink, 189.
- "Go, bring the captive, he shall die," 26.
- God is shaping the great future of the Islands of the Sea, 641.
- God makes a path, provides a guide, 72.
- God send us peace, and keep red strife away, 447.
- God wills no man a slave. The man most meek, 274.
- Golden through the golden morning, 676.
- Gone down in the flood, and gone out in the flame, 468.
- Good Junipero, the Padre, 343.
- Goody Bull and her daughter together fell out, 130.
- Gray swept the angry waves, 466.
- Great Sassacus fled from the eastern shores, 70.
- Great soul, to all brave souls akin, 674.
- Greece was; Greece is no more, 602.
- Green be the turf above thee, 348.
- Grown sick of war, and war's alarms, 261.
- Guvener B. is a sensible man, 369.
- Hail! Columbia, happy land, 277.
- Hail, Freedom! thy bright crest, 596.
- Hail, great Apollo! guide my feeble pen, 111.
- Hail, happy Britain, Freedom's blest retreat, 144.
- Hail sons of generous valor, 326.
- Hail to Hobson! Hail to Hobson! hail to all the valiant set, 626.
- Hail to thee, gallant foe, 638.
- Hard aport! Now close to shore sail, 51.
- Hark! do I hear again the roar, 18.
- Hark! hark! down the century's long reaching slope, 592.
- Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands, 442.
- Hark! 'tis Freedom that calls, come, patriots, awake, 157.
- Hark! 'tis the voice of the mountain, 254.
- "Has the Marquis La Fayette," 240.
- Have you heard the story that gossips tell, 493.
- "He chases shadows," sneered the British tars, 19.
- He took a thousand islands and he didn't lose a man, 620.
- Hear through the morning drums and trumpets sounding, 325.
- Heard ye how the bold McClellan, 434.
- Heard ye that thrilling word, 439.
- Hearken the stirring story, 27.
- Here comes the Marshal, 76.
- Here halt we our march, and pitch our tent, 157.
- Here, in my rude log cabin, 323.
- Here the oceans twain have waited, 651.
- "Here we stan' on the Constitution, by thunder," 386.
- Here's the spot. Look around you. Above on the height, 232.
- Highlands of Hudson! ye saw them pass, 230.
- His bark, 7.
- His echoing axe the settler swung, 329.
- "His policy," do you say, 559.
- His soul to God! on a battle-psalm, 457.
- His triumphs of a moment done, 260.
- His work is done, his toil is o'er, 650.
- "Ho, Rose!" quoth the stout Miles Standish, 58.
- Ho, woodsmen of the mountain-side, 411.
- Hobson went towards death and hell, 627.
- "Home, home—where's my baby's home," 73.
- Hooker's across! Hooker's across, 483.
- How glows each patriot bosom that boasts a Yankee heart, 293.
- How history repeats itself, 519.
- How long, O sister, how long, 588.
- How sad the note of that funereal drum, 347.
- How spoke the King, in his crucial hour victorious, 676.
- How stands the glass around, 121.
- How sweetly on the wood-girt town, 105.
- Huge and alert, irascible yet strong, 649.
- Huzza for our liberty, boys, 286.
- Huzza, my Jo Bunkers! no taxes we'll pay, 269.
- I am a wandering, bitter shade, 146.
- I gazed, and lo! Afar and near, 454.
- I give my soldier boy a blade, 413.
- I hear again the tread of war go thundering through the land, 456.
- I heard the bells across the trees, 673.
- I lay in my tent at mid-day, 440.
- I lift these hands with iron fetters banded, 561.
- I never have got the bearings quite, 378.
- I often have been told, 288.
- I pause not now to speak of Raleigh's dreams, 38.
- I read last night of the Grand Review, 548.
- I remember it well: 'twas a morn dull and gray, 248.
- I saw her first abreast the Boston Light, 662.
- Iberian! palter no more! By thine hands, 612.
- Ice built, ice bound, and ice bounded, 567.
- I'd weave a wreath for those who fought, 529.
- If we dreamed that we loved Her aforetime, 'twas the ghost of a dream; for I vow, 657.
- I'll tell you what I heard that day, 420.
- Illustrious monarch of Iberia's soil, 9.
- I'm a grandchild of the gods, 53.
- In a chariot of light from the regions of day, 141.
- In a stately hall at Brentford, when the English June was green, 43.
- In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet, 670.
- In battle-line of sombre gray, 621.
- In Cherbourg Roads the pirate lay, 525.
- In Hampton Roads, the airs of March were bland, 463.
- In Paco town and in Paco tower, 644.
- In revel and carousing, 346.
- In seventeen hundred and seventy-five, 171.
- In spite of Rice, in spite of Wheat, 140.
- In that desolate land and lone, 583.
- In that soft mid-land where the breezes bear, 177.
- In the gloomy ocean bed, 602.
- In the stagnant pride of an outworn race, 633.
- In the tides of the warm south wind it lay, 25.
- In their ragged regimentals, 206.
- Into the thick of the fight he went, pallid, and sick and wan, 631.
- Into the town of Conemaugh, 599.
- Is it naught? Is it naught, 607.
- Is it the wind, the many-tongued, the weird, 496.
- Is this the price of beauty! Fairest, thou, 594.
- Isle of a summer sea, 608.
- It cannot be that men who are the seed, 572.
- It don't seem hardly right, John, 430.
- It fell upon us like a crushing woe, 416.
- It is done, 481.
- It is I, America, calling, 668.
- It is no idle fabulous tale, nor is it fayned newes, 40.
- It is not the fear of death, 238.
- It is portentous, and a thing of state, 661.
- It was a noble Roman, 403.
- It was Captain Pierce of the Lion who strode the streets of London, 68.
- It was early Sunday morning, in the year of sixty-four, 526.
- It was less than two thousand we numbered, 511.
- It was on the seventeenth, by break of day, 167.
- It was Private Blair, of the regulars, before dread El Caney, 631.
- It was that fierce contested field when Chickamauga lay, 502.
- It was the schooner Hesperus, 351.
- It wound through strange scarred hills, down caÑons lone, 346.
- John Brown died on the scaffold for the slave, 397.
- John Brown in Kansas settled, like a steadfast Yankee farmer, 393.
- John Brown of Ossawatomie spake on his dying day, 396.
- John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave, 397.
- John Bull, Esquire, my jo John, 441.
- Rio Bravo! Rio Bravo, 362.
- Room for a Soldier! lay him in the clover, 419.
- Round Quebec's embattled walls, 171.
- Rouse, Britons! at length, 205.
- Rouse every generous, thoughtful mind, 139.
- Rudely forced to drink tea, Massachusetts, in anger, 144.
- Ruin and death held sway, 597.
- Saddle! saddle! saddle, 579.
- Said Burgoyne to his men, as they passed in review, 200.
- Said my landlord, white-headed Gil Gomez, 370.
- Said the captain: "There was mire," 671.
- Said the Sword to the Ax, 'twixt the whacks and the hacks, 114.
- Saint Patrick, slave to Milcho of the herds, 480.
- St. Stephen's cloistered hall was proud, 9.
- Santa Ana came storming, as a storm might come, 357.
- Santa Maria, well thou tremblest down the wave, 12.
- Say, darkeys, hab you seen de massa, 522.
- Seize, O seize the sounding lyre, 309.
- Shall we send back the Johnnies their bunting, 654.
- She has gone,—she has left us in passion and pride, 400.
- She has gone to the bottom! the wrath of the tide, 527.
- She is touching the cycle,—her tender tread, 603.
- Shoe the steed with silver, 521.
- Shoot down the rebels—men who dare, 643.
- Sho-shÓ-ne Sa-cÁ-ga-we-a—captive and wife was she, 340.
- "Silent upon a peak in Darien," 651.
- Since you all will have singing, and won't be said nay, 150.
- Sing, O goddess, the wrath, the ontamable dander of Keitt, 391.
- Single-handed, and surrounded by Lecompton's black brigade, 398.
- Sir George Prevost, with all his host, 314.
- Slowly the mists o'er the meadow were creeping, 147.
- Smile, Massachusetts, smile, 172.
- So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn, 388.
- So that soldierly legend is still on its journey, 437.
- So, they will have it, 408.
- Soe, Mistress Anne, faire neighboure myne, 89.
- Some names there are of telling sound, 466.
- "Somewhere in France," upon a brown hillside, 669.
- Sons of New England, in the fray, 480.
- Sons of valor, taste the glories, 176.
- Souls of the patriot dead, 388.
- Southrons, hear your country call you, 411.
- Southward with fleet of ice, 34.
- Spain drew us proudly from the womb of night, 640.
- Speak and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away, 366.
- "Speak! speak! thou fearful guest," 6.
- Spruce Macaronis, and pretty to see, 183.
- Squeak the fife, and beat the drum, 179.
- "Stack Arms!" I've gladly heard the cry, 545.
- Stand! the ground's your own, my braves, 161.
- "Stand to your guns, men!" Morris cried, 464.
- Still and dark along the sea, 509.
- Still shall t
- When a certain great King, whose initial is G., 258.
- When arms and numbers both have failed, 645.
- When brave Van Rensselaer cross'd the stream, 292.
- When Britain, with envy and malice inflamed, 298.
- When British troops first landed here, 256.
- When Carolina's hope grew pale, 250.
- When Congress sent great Washington, 169.
- When darkness prevail'd and aloud on the air, 339.
- When fair Columbia was a child, 140.
- When Faction, in league with the treacherous Gaul, 241.
- When first I saw our banner wave, 478.
- When Freedom, fair Freedom, her banner display'd, 279.
- When Freedom from her mountain height, 192.
- When George the King would punish folk, 138.
- When Jack the King's commander, 202.
- When Johnny comes marching home again, 549.
- When life hath run its largest round, 377.
- When North first began, 204.
- When Pershing's men go marching into Picardy, marching, marching into Picardy, 671.
- When ruthful time the South's memorial places, 564.
- When shall the Island Queen of Ocean lay, 318.
- When tempest winnowed grain from bran, 445.
- When the British fleet lay, 215.
- When the dying flame of day, 245.
- When the Norn-Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour, 399.
- When the vengeance wakes, when the battle breaks, 613.
- When the war-cry of Liberty rang through the land, 166.
- "When there is Peace, our land no more," 678.
- When you speak of the dauntless deeds, 644.
- Where may the wearied eye repose, 276.
- Where murdered Mumford lies, 476.
- Where nowadays the Battery lies, 54.
- Where shall we seek for a hero, and where shall we find a story, 132.
- Where the dews and the rains of heaven have their fountain, 506.
- Where the remote Bermudas ride, 39.
- Where the short-legged Esquimaux, 566.
- Where the wild wave, from ocean proudly swelling, 323.
- Whereas the rebels hereabout, 160.
- While far along the eastern sky, 571.
- While Sherman stood beneath the hottest fire, 499.
- Whilst in peaceful quarters lying, 210.
- Who are you, dusky woman, so ancient hardly human, 514.
- Who cries that the days of daring are those that are faded far, 630.
- Who has not heard of the dauntless Varuna, 474.
- Who is this ye say is slain, 416.
- Who now dare longer trust thy mother hand, 657.
- Who with the soldiers was stanch danger-sharer, 462.
- Whoop! the Doodles have broken loose, 412.
- "Who've ye got there?"—"Only a dying brother," 485.
- Why come ye hither, stranger, 193.
- Why do I sleep amid the snows, 72.
- Wide o'er the valley the pennons are fluttering, 371.
- Wide open and unguarded stand our gates, 659.
- Will y
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