A sheet of ice, the ring of steel, The crunch of snow beneath the heel; Loud, jingling bells, the straw-lined sleigh, A restless pair that prance and neigh; The early coming of the night, Red glowing logs, a shaded light; The firelit realm of books is mine-- Oh, Winter's fine!
A fellow near Kentucky's clime 34 A foolish little maiden bought a foolish little bonnet 168 'A frightful face'? Wal, yes, yer correct 125 A harbor in a sunny, southern city 137 Alone in the dreary, pitiless street 46 Among the legends sung or said 63 An old lady sat in her old arm-chair 200 An old man going a lone highway 54 April! April! are you here? 59 A sad-faced little fellow sits alone in deep disgrace 108 At Paris it was, at the opera there 72 A traveler on the dusty road 97 Away, away in the Northland 131
Beneath the hot midsummer sun 39 Between broad fields of wheat and corn 147 Billy's dead, and gone to glory--so is Billy's sister Nell 104 Break, break, break 52 Bring, novelist, your note-book! bring, dramatist, your pen! 123 By Nebo's lonely mountain 45
Chained in the market-place he stood 145 Cheeriest room, that morn, the kitchen 128 Cleon hath ten thousand acres 37 Closed eyes can't see the white roses 84 Come to me, O ye children! 16 "Corporal Green!" the orderly cried 86 Could we but draw back the curtains 29
Dear little flag in the window there 127 Did you tackle the trouble that came your way 132 Don't kill the birds, the pretty birds 53
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