| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | | When De Co'n Pone's Hot | | 48 | 338 |
| 2: | "Howdy, Honey, Howdy!" | Do' a-stan'in' on a jar, fiah a-shinin' thoo, | | 20 | 462 |
| 3: | 'Long To'Ds Night | Daih 's a moughty soothin' feelin' | | 40 | 406 |
| 4: | A Back-Log Song | De axes has been ringin' in de woods de blessid day, | | 32 | 1001 |
| 5: | A Banjo Song | Oh, dere 's lots o' keer an' trouble | | 64 | 645 |
| 6: | A Border Ballad | Oh, I haven't got long to live, for we all | | 24 | 506 |
| 7: | A Boy's Summer Song | 'Tis fine to play | | 26 | 521 |
| 8: | A Bridal Measure | Come, essay a sprightly measure, | | 28 | 513 |
| 9: | A Cabin Tale - The Young Master Asks For A Story | Whut you say, dah? huh, uh! chile, | | 112 | 476 |
| 10: | A Career | Break me my bounds, and let me fly | | 26 | 531 |
| 11: | A Choice | They please me not--these solemn songs | | 8 | 543 |
| 12: | A Christmas Folksong | De win' is blowin' wahmah, | | 48 | 463 |
| 13: | A Confidence | Uncle John, he makes me tired; | | 90 | 458 |
| 14: | A Coquette Conquered | Yes, my ha't 's ez ha'd ez stone | | 24 | 474 |
| 15: | A Corn-Song | On the wide veranda white, | | 40 | 505 |
| 16: | A Death Song | Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass, | | 15 | 529 |
| 17: | A Drowsy Day | The air is dark, the sky is gray, | | 30 | 468 |
| 18: | A Florida Night | Win' a-blowin' gentle so de san' lay low, | | 24 | 493 |
| 19: | A Frolic | Swing yo' lady roun' an' roun', | | 24 | 517 |
| 20: | A Golden Day | I found you and I lost you, | | 12 | 555 |
| 21: | A Grievance | Wen de snow's a-fallin' | | 40 | 468 |
| 22: | A Hymn - After Reading "Lead, Kindly Light." | Lead gently, Lord, and slow, | | 20 | 462 |
| 23: | A Lazy Day | The trees bend down along the stream, | | 17 | 489 |
| 24: | A Letter | Dear Miss Lucy: I been t'inkin' dat I 'd write you long fo' dis, | | 42 | 505 |
| 25: | A Little Christmas Basket | De win' is hollahin' "Daih you" to de shuttahs an' de fiah, | | 24 | 479 |
| 26: | A Lost Dream | Ah, I have changed, I do not know | | 48 | 531 |
| 27: | A Love Letter | Oh, I des received a letter f'om de sweetest little gal; | | 24 | 469 |
| 28: | A Love Song | Ah, love, my love is like a cry in the night, | | 16 | 556 |
| 29: | A Lyric | My lady love lives far away, | | 24 | 542 |
| 30: | A Madrigal | Dream days of fond delight and hours | | 24 | 592 |
| 31: | A Misty Day | Heart of my heart, the day is chill, | | 16 | 520 |
| 32: | A Musical | Outside the rain upon the street, | | 8 | 451 |
| 33: | A Negro Love Song | Seen my lady home las' night, | | 24 | 464 |
| 34: | A Plantation Melody | De trees is bendin' in de sto'm, | | 24 | 415 |
| 35: | A Plantation Portrait | Hain't you see my Mandy Lou, | | 40 | 507 |
| 36: | A Plea | Treat me nice, Miss Mandy Jane, | | 24 | 502 |
| 37: | A Prayer | O Lord, the hard-won miles | | 12 | 515 |
| 38: | A Preference | Mastah drink his ol' Made'a, | | 25 | 463 |
| 39: | A Roadway | Let those who will stride on their barren roads | | 8 | 494 |
| 40: | A Sailor's Song | Oh for the breath of the briny deep, | | 24 | 477 |
| 41: | A Song | Thou art the soul of a summer's day, | | 15 | 416 |
| 42: | A Song. | On a summer's day as I sat by a stream, | | 15 | 489 |
| 43: | A Spiritual | De 'cession's stahted on de gospel way, | | 22 | 1344 |
| 44: | A Spring Wooing | Come on walkin' wid me, Lucy; 't ain't no time to mope erroun' | | 32 | 476 |
| 45: | A Starry Night | A cloud fell down from the heavens, | | 8 | 656 |
| 46: | A Summer Night | Summah is de lovin' time | | 32 | 452 |
| 47: | A Summer Pastoral | It's hot to-day. The bees is buzzin' | | 64 | 541 |
| 48: | A Summer's Night | The night is dewy as a maiden's mouth, | | 8 | 506 |
| 49: | A Thanksgiving Poem | The sun hath shed its kindly light, | | 32 | 482 |
| 50: | A Warm Day In Winter | "Sunshine on de medders, | | 32 | 493 |
| 51: | A Winter's Day | Across the hills and down the narrow ways, | | 14 | 505 |
| 52: | Absence | Good-night, my love, for I have dreamed of thee | | 28 | 448 |
| 53: | Accountability | Folks ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits; | | 16 | 526 |
| 54: | Advice | W'en you full o' worry | | 36 | 481 |
| 55: | After A Visit | I be'n down in ole Kentucky | | 32 | 413 |
| 56: | After Many Days | I've always been a faithful man | | 20 | 519 |
| 57: | After The Quarrel | So we, who 've supped the self-same cup, | | 32 | 456 |
| 58: | After While - A Poem Of Faith | I think that though the clouds be dark, | | 30 | 533 |
| 59: | Alexander Crummell--Dead | Back to the breast of thy mother, | | 23 | 530 |
| 60: | Alice | Know you, winds that blow your course | | 18 | 445 |
| 61: | An Ante-Bellum Sermon | We is gathahed hyeah, my brothahs, | | 88 | 472 |
| 62: | An Easy-Goin' Feller | Ther' ain't no use in all this strife, | | 20 | 444 |
| 63: | An Old Memory | How sweet the music sounded | | 40 | 493 |
| 64: | Anchored | If thro' the sea of night which here surrounds me, | | 8 | 503 |
| 65: | Angelina | When de fiddle gits to singin' out a ol' Vahginny reel, | | 32 | 476 |
| 66: | Appreciation | My muvver's ist the nicest one | | 32 | 459 |
| 67: | At Candle-Lightin' Time | When I come in f'om de co'n-fiel' aftah wo'kin' ha'd all day, | | 24 | 477 |
| 68: | At Cheshire Cheese | When first of wise old Johnson taught, | | 20 | 489 |
| 69: | At Loafing-Holt | Since I left the city's heat | | 38 | 440 |
| 70: | At Night | Whut time 'd dat clock strike? | | 49 | 497 |
| 71: | At Sunset Time | Adown the west a golden glow | | 24 | 462 |
| 72: | At The Tavern | A lilt and a swing, | | 14 | 424 |
| 73: | Ballad | I know my love is true, | | 24 | 438 |
| 74: | Ballade | By Mystic's banks I held my dream. | | 24 | 474 |
| 75: | Behind The Arras | As in some dim baronial hall restrained, | | 12 | 402 |
| 76: | Bein' Back Home | Home agin, an' home to stay | | 48 | 465 |
| 77: | Beyond The Years | Beyond the years the answer lies, | | 21 | 457 |
| 78: | Black Samson Of Brandywine | Gray are the pages of record, | | 48 | 510 |
| 79: | Blue | Standin' at de winder, | | 36 | 514 |
| 80: | Booker T. Washington | The word is writ that he who runs may read. | | 14 | 459 |
| 81: | Breaking The Charm | Caught Susanner whistlin'; well, | | 76 | 437 |
| 82: | By Rugged Ways | By rugged ways and thro' the night | | 32 | 467 |
| 83: | By The Stream | By the stream I dream in calm delight, and watch as in a glass, | | 8 | 530 |
| 84: | Changing Time | The cloud looked in at the window, | | 8 | 473 |
| 85: | Chrismus Is A-Comin' | Bones a-gittin' achy, | | 48 | 448 |
| 86: | Chrismus On The Plantation | It was Chrismus Eve, I mind hit fu' a mighty gloomy day | | 36 | 475 |
| 87: | Christmas | Step wid de banjo an' glide wid de fiddle, | | 20 | 604 |
| 88: | Christmas Carol | Ring out, ye bells! | | 36 | 408 |
| 89: | Christmas In The Heart | The snow lies deep upon the ground, | | 32 | 499 |
| 90: | Circumstances Alter Cases | Tim Murphy's gon' walkin' wid Maggie O'Neill, | | 40 | 416 |
| 91: | Columbian Ode | Four hundred years ago a tangled waste | | 36 | 424 |
| 92: | Communion | In the silence of my heart, | | 48 | 525 |
| 93: | Comparison | The sky of brightest gray seems dark | | 10 | 434 |
| 94: | Compensation | Because I had loved so deeply, | | 8 | 440 |
| 95: | Confessional | Search thou my heart; | | 20 | 445 |
| 96: | Conscience And Remorse | Good-bye," I said to my conscience-- | | 12 | 443 |
| 97: | Curiosity | Mammy's in de kitchen, an' de do' is shet; | | 33 | 454 |
| 98: | Curtain | Villain shows his indiscretion, | | 8 | 425 |
| 99: | Dat Ol' Mare O' Mine | Want to trade me, do you, mistah? Oh, well, now, I reckon not, | | 42 | 449 |
| 100: | Dawn | An angel, robed in spotless white, | | 4 | 580 |
| 101: | Day | The gray dawn on the mountain top | | 8 | 429 |
| 102: | De Critters' Dance | Ain't nobody nevah tol' you not a wo'd a-tall, | | 44 | 401 |
| 103: | De Way T'ings Come | De way t'ings come, hit seems to me, | | 32 | 464 |
| 104: | Deacon Jones' Grievance | I've been watchin' of 'em, parson, | | 72 | 433 |
| 105: | Dead | A knock is at her door, but she is weak; | | 14 | 450 |
| 106: | Death | Storm and strife and stress, | | 12 | 450 |
| 107: | Dely | Jes' lak toddy wahms you thoo' | | 56 | 471 |
| 108: | Despair | Let me close the eyes of my soul | | 9 | 410 |
| 109: | Differences | My neighbor lives on the hill, | | 24 | 421 |
| 110: | Dinah Kneading Dough | I have seen full many a sight | | 24 | 384 |
| 111: | Diplomacy | Tell your love where the roses blow, | | 9 | 413 |
| 112: | Dirge | Place this bunch of mignonette | | 42 | 487 |
| 113: | Dirge For A Soldier | In the east the morning comes, | | 48 | 449 |
| 114: | Disappointed | An old man planted and dug and tended, | | 18 | 436 |
| 115: | Discovered | Seen you down at chu'ch las' night, | | 24 | 402 |
| 116: | Distinction | "I am but clay," the sinner plead, | | 4 | 463 |
| 117: | Douglass | Ah, Douglass, we have fall'n on evil days, | | 14 | 481 |
| 118: | Dream Song I | Long years ago, within a distant clime, | | 16 | 479 |
| 119: | Dream Song II | Pray, what can dreams avail | | 12 | 486 |
| 120: | Dreamin' Town | Come away to dreamin' town, | | 31 | 438 |
| 121: | Dreams | Dream on, for dreams are sweet: | | 16 | 428 |
| 122: | Dreams | What dreams we have and how they fly | | 16 | 478 |
| 123: | Drizzle | Hit's been drizzlin' an' been sprinklin', | | 32 | 384 |
| 124: | Encouraged | Because you love me I have much achieved, | | 4 | 413 |
| 125: | Encouragement | Who dat knockin' at de do'? | | 54 | 408 |
| 126: | Equipment | With what thou gavest me, O Master, | | 16 | 410 |
| 127: | Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe The Weary Eyes | Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes, | | 54 | 457 |
| 128: | Evening | The moon begins her stately ride | | 12 | 408 |
| 129: | Expectation | You'll be wonderin' whut's de reason | | 40 | 421 |
| 130: | Faith | I's a-gittin' weary of de way dat people do, | | 24 | 418 |
| 131: | Farewell To Arcady | With sombre mien, the Evening gray | | 21 | 384 |
| 132: | Fishing | Wen I git up in de mo'nin' an' de clouds is big an' black, | | 40 | 470 |
| 133: | Foolin' Wid De Seasons | Seems lak folks is mighty curus | | 48 | 437 |
| 134: | For The Man Who Fails | The world is a snob, and the man who wins | | 12 | 431 |
| 135: | Forever | I had not known before | | 16 | 360 |
| 136: | Frederick Douglass | A hush is over all the teeming lists, | | 62 | 440 |
| 137: | From The Porch At Runnymede | I stand above the city's rush and din, | | 16 | 360 |
| 138: | Fulfilment. | I grew a rose once more to please mine eyes. | | 12 | 363 |
| 139: | Good-Night | The lark is silent in his nest, | | 12 | 368 |
| 140: | Growin' Gray | Hello, ole man, you're a-gittin' gray, | | 27 | 374 |
| 141: | Harriet Beecher Stowe | She told the story, and the whole world wept | | 14 | 393 |
| 142: | He Had His Dream | He had his dream, and all through life, | | 20 | 455 |
| 143: | Her Thought And His | The gray of the sea, and the gray of the sky, | | 12 | 350 |
| 144: | Hope | De dog go howlin' 'long de road, | | 24 | 378 |
| 145: | How Lucy Backslid | De times is mighty stirrin' 'mong de people up ouah way, | | 92 | 407 |
| 146: | How Shall I Woo Thee | How shall I woo thee to win thee, mine own? | | 18 | 450 |
| 147: | Hunting Song | Tek a cool night, good an' cleah, | | 48 | 399 |
| 148: | Hymn | When storms arise | | 18 | 429 |
| 149: | Hymn | O li'l' lamb out in de col', | | 24 | 415 |
| 150: | If | If life were but a dream, my Love, | | 16 | 433 |
| 151: | In An English Garden | In this old garden, fair, I walk to-day | | 14 | 426 |
| 152: | In August | When August days are hot an' dry, | | 24 | 430 |
| 153: | In May | Oh to have you in May, | | 12 | 396 |
| 154: | In Summer | Oh, summer has clothed the earth | | 32 | 405 |
| 155: | In Summer Time | When summer time has come, and all | | 46 | 445 |
| 156: | In The Morning | 'Lias! 'Lias! Bless de Lawd! | | 48 | 364 |
| 157: | In The Tents Of Akbar | In the tents of Akbar | | 60 | 389 |
| 158: | Inspiration | At the golden gate of song | | 12 | 373 |
| 159: | Invitation To Love | Come when the nights are bright with stars | | 20 | 419 |
| 160: | Ione | Ah, yes, 't is sweet still to remember, | | 261 | 384 |
| 161: | Itching Heels | Fu' de peace o' my eachin' heels, set down; | | 24 | 388 |
| 162: | James Whitcomb Riley | No matter what you call it, | | 36 | 474 |
| 163: | Jealous | Hyeah come Cæsar Higgins, | | 32 | 417 |
| 164: | Jilted | Lucy done gone back on me, | | 24 | 398 |
| 165: | Joggin' Erlong | De da'kest hour, dey allus say, | | 30 | 378 |
| 166: | Johnny Speaks | The sand-man he's a jolly old fellow, | | 10 | 373 |
| 167: | Just Whistle A Bit | Just whistle a bit, if the day be dark, | | 32 | 373 |
| 168: | Keep A Song Up On De Way | Oh, de clouds is mighty heavy | | 33 | 411 |
| 169: | Keep A-Pluggin' Away | I've a humble little motto | | 40 | 434 |
| 170: | Kidnaped | I held my heart so far from harm, | | 16 | 467 |
| 171: | L'Envoi. | Oh, awful Power whose works repel | | 4 | 424 |
| 172: | Li'L' Gal | Oh, de weathah it is balmy an' de breeze is sighin' low. | | 24 | 381 |
| 173: | Life | A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in, | | 10 | 488 |
| 174: | Life's Tragedy | It may be misery not to sing at all | | 16 | 409 |
| 175: | Limitations | Ef you's only got de powah fe' to blow a little whistle, | | 18 | 342 |
| 176: | Lincoln | Hurt was the nation with a mighty wound, | | 18 | 363 |
| 177: | Little Brown Baby | Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes, | | 32 | 412 |
| 178: | Little Lucy Landman | Oh, the day has set me dreaming | | 40 | 418 |
| 179: | Liza May | Little brown face full of smiles, | | 60 | 367 |
| 180: | Lonesome | Mother's gone a-visitin' to spend a month er two, | | 30 | 407 |
| 181: | Long Ago | De ol' time's gone, de new time's hyeah | | 36 | 391 |
| 182: | Longing | If you could sit with me beside the sea to-day, | | 12 | 428 |
| 183: | Love | A life was mine full of the close concern | | 14 | 528 |
| 184: | Love And Grief | Out of my heart, one treach'rous winter's day, | | 7 | 511 |
| 185: | Love Despoiled | As lone I sat one summer's day, | | 15 | 379 |
| 186: | Love's Apotheosis | Love me. I care not what the circling years | | 24 | 455 |
| 187: | Love's Castle | Key and bar, key and bar, | | 16 | 435 |
| 188: | Love's Chastening | Once Love grew bold and arrogant of air, | | 7 | 403 |
| 189: | Love's Draft | The draft of love was cool and sweet | | 8 | 369 |
| 190: | Love's Humility | As some rapt gazer on the lowly earth, | | 4 | 489 |
| 191: | Love's Phases | Love hath the wings of the butterfly, | | 24 | 421 |
| 192: | Love's Pictures | Like the blush upon the rose | | 24 | 428 |
| 193: | Love's Seasons | When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine | | 16 | 416 |
| 194: | Love-Song | If Death should claim me for her own to-day, | | 16 | 401 |
| 195: | Lover's Lane | Summah night an' sighin' breeze, | | 40 | 442 |
| 196: | Lullaby | Bedtime's come fu' little boys. | | 40 | 436 |
| 197: | Lyrics Of Love And Sorrow | Love is the light of the world, my dear, | | 56 | 447 |
| 198: | Mare Rubrum | In Life's Red Sea with faith I plant my feet, | | 14 | 421 |
| 199: | Melancholia | Silently without my window, | | 56 | 367 |
| 200: | Merry Autumn | It's all a farce,--these tales they tell | | 40 | 361 |
| 201: | Misapprehension | Out of my heart, one day, I wrote a song, | | 11 | 399 |
| 202: | Morning | The mist has left the greening plain, | | 16 | 398 |
| 203: | Morning Song Of Love | Darling, my darling, my heart is on the wing, | | 16 | 410 |
| 204: | Mortality | Ashes to ashes, dust unto dust, | | 12 | 412 |
| 205: | My Corn-Cob Pipe | Men may sing of their Havanas, elevating to the stars | | 16 | 418 |
| 206: | My Lady Of Castle Grand | Gray is the palace where she dwells, | | 32 | 373 |
| 207: | My Little March Girl | Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart, | | 24 | 365 |
| 208: | My Sort O' Man | I don't believe in 'ristercrats | | 64 | 413 |
| 209: | My Sweet Brown Gal | W'en de clouds is hangin' heavy in de sky, | | 20 | 458 |
| 210: | Nature And Art | The young queen Nature, ever sweet and fair, | | 28 | 447 |
| 211: | Night | Silence, and whirling worlds afar | | 8 | 399 |
| 212: | Night Of Love | The moon has left the sky, love, | | 24 | 397 |
| 213: | Night, Dim Night | Night, dim night, and it rains, my love, it rains, | | 10 | 485 |
| 214: | Noddin' By De Fire | Some folks t'inks hit's right an' p'opah, | | 32 | 405 |
| 215: | Noon | Shadder in de valley | | 32 | 382 |
| 216: | Nora: A Serenade | Ah, Nora, my Nora, the light fades away, | | 20 | 436 |
| 217: | Not They Who Soar | Not they who soar, but they who plod | | 15 | 456 |
| 218: | Nutting Song | The November sun invites me, | | 32 | 339 |
| 219: | October | October is the treasurer of the year, | | 24 | 389 |
| 220: | Ode For Memorial Day | Done are the toils and the wearisome marches, | | 36 | 466 |
| 221: | Ode To Ethiopia | O Mother Race! to thee I bring | | 48 | 546 |
| 222: | On A Clean Book - To F. N. | Like sea-washed sand upon the shore, | | 8 | 418 |
| 223: | On The Death Of W. C. | Thou arrant robber, Death! | | 23 | 401 |
| 224: | On The Dedication Of Dorothy Hall - Tuskegee, Ala., April 22, 1901. | Not to the midnight of the gloomy past, | | 24 | 415 |
| 225: | On The River | The sun is low, | | 24 | 456 |
| 226: | On The Road | I 's boun' to see my gal to-night | | 32 | 395 |
| 227: | On The Sea Wall | I sit upon the old sea wall, | | 36 | 421 |
| 228: | One Life | Oh, I am hurt to death, my Love; | | 30 | 384 |
| 229: | Opportunity | Granny's gone a-visitin', | | 40 | 408 |
| 230: | Over The Hills | Over the hills and the valleys of dreaming | | 8 | 385 |
| 231: | Parted | De breeze is blowin' 'cross de bay. | | 30 | 425 |
| 232: | Parted | She wrapped her soul in a lace of lies, | | 8 | 364 |
| 233: | Passion And Love | A maiden wept and, as a comforter, | | 14 | 488 |
| 234: | Philosophy | I been t'inkin' 'bout de preachah; whut he said de othah night, | | 16 | 401 |
| 235: | Phyllis | Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, my life is a gray day, | | 15 | 397 |
| 236: | Poor Withered Rose | Poor withered rose, she gave it me, | | 24 | 417 |
| 237: | Possession | Whose little lady is you, chile, | | 40 | 399 |
| 238: | Possum | Ef dey 's anyt'ing dat riles me | | 32 | 417 |
| 239: | Possum Trot | I've journeyed 'roun' consid'able, a-seein' men an' things, | | 46 | 474 |
| 240: | Precedent | The poor man went to the rich man's doors, | | 4 | 395 |
| 241: | Premonition | Dear heart, good-night! | | 24 | 381 |
| 242: | Preparation | The little bird sits in the nest and sings | | 8 | 406 |
| 243: | Prometheus | Prometheus stole from Heaven the sacred fire | | 20 | 385 |
| 244: | Promise | I grew a rose within a garden fair, | | 12 | 402 |
| 245: | Protest | Who say my hea't ain't true to you? | | 24 | 427 |
| 246: | Puttin' The Baby Away | Eight of 'em hyeah all tol' an' yet | | 40 | 374 |
| 247: | Rain-Songs | The rain streams down like harp-strings from the sky; | | 8 | 433 |
| 248: | Religion | I am no priest of crooks nor creeds, | | 15 | 429 |
| 249: | Reluctance | Will I have some mo' dat pie? | | 42 | 427 |
| 250: | Remembered | She sang, and I listened the whole song thro'. | | 20 | 394 |
| 251: | Reponse | When Phyllis sighs and from her eyes | | 12 | 343 |
| 252: | Resignation | Long had I grieved at what I deemed abuse; | | 4 | 407 |
| 253: | Retort | Thou art a fool," said my head to my heart | | 10 | 405 |
| 254: | Retrospection | When you and I were young, the days | | 55 | 381 |
| 255: | Riding To Town | When labor is light and the morning is fair, | | 32 | 398 |
| 256: | Right's Security | What if the wind do howl without, | | 24 | 391 |
| 257: | Robert Gould Shaw | Why was it that the thunder voice of Fate | | 14 | 409 |
| 258: | Roses | Oh, wind of the spring-time, oh, free wind of May, | | 15 | 403 |
| 259: | Roses And Pearls | Your spoken words are roses fine and sweet, | | 8 | 334 |
| 260: | Scamp | Ain't it nice to have a mammy | | 39 | 435 |
| 261: | She Gave Me A Rose | She gave a rose, | | 18 | 584 |
| 262: | She Told Her Beads | She told her beads with down-cast eyes, | | 12 | 394 |
| 263: | Ships That Pass In The Night | Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing; | | 15 | 441 |
| 264: | Signs Of The Times | Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah, | | 40 | 380 |
| 265: | Silence | 'T is better to sit here beside the sea, | | 4 | 363 |
| 266: | Slow Through The Dark | Slow moves the pageant of a climbing race; | | 14 | 433 |
| 267: | Snowin' | Dey is snow upon de meddahs, dey is snow upon de hill, | | 32 | 404 |
| 268: | Soliloquy Of A Turkey | Dey 's a so't o' threatenin' feelin' in de blowin' of de breeze, | | 32 | 389 |
| 269: | Song | My heart to thy heart, My hand to thine; | | 12 | 467 |
| 270: | Song | A bee that was searching for sweets one day | | 21 | 1058 |
| 271: | Song | Bird of my lady's bower, Sing her a song; | | 24 | 400 |
| 272: | Song | Wintah, summah, snow er shine, | | 16 | 409 |
| 273: | Song Of Summer | Dis is gospel weathah sho' | | 32 | 399 |
| 274: | Sonnet - On An Old Book With Uncut Leaves | Emblem of blasted hope and lost desire, | | 14 | 355 |
| 275: | Speakin' At De Cou'T-House | Dey been speakin' at de cou't-house, | | 48 | 396 |
| 276: | Speakin' O' Christmas | Breezes blowin' middlin' brisk, | | 64 | 351 |
| 277: | Spring Fever | Grass commence a-comin' | | 40 | 356 |
| 278: | Spring Song | A blue-bell springs upon the ledge, | | 18 | 819 |
| 279: | Sunset | The river sleeps beneath the sky, | | 14 | 425 |
| 280: | Suppose | If 'twere fair to suppose | | 14 | 383 |
| 281: | Sympathy | I know what the caged bird feels, alas! | | 21 | 395 |
| 282: | Temptation | I done got 'uligion, honey, an' I 's happy ez a king; | | 24 | 426 |
| 283: | The Awakening | I did not know that life could be so sweet, | | 8 | 398 |
| 284: | The Barrier | The Midnight wooed the Morning-Star, | | 20 | 337 |
| 285: | The Black Troops In Cuba | Round the wide earth, from the red field your valour has won, | | 24 | 388 |
| 286: | The Bohemian | Bring me the livery of no other man. | | 6 | 346 |
| 287: | The Boogah Man | W'en de evenin' shadders | | 44 | 458 |
| 288: | The Capture | Duck come switchin' 'cross de lot | | 24 | 363 |
| 289: | The Change | Love used to carry a bow, you know, | | 16 | 430 |
| 290: | The Change Has Come | The change has come, and Helen sleeps | | 14 | 370 |
| 291: | The Chase | The wind told the little leaves to hurry, | | 8 | 341 |
| 292: | The Colored Band | Wen de colo'ed ban' comes ma'chin' down de street, | | 28 | 404 |
| 293: | The Colored Soldiers | If the muse were mine to tempt it | | 80 | 371 |
| 294: | The Corn-Stalk Fiddle | When the corn 's all cut and the bright stalks shine | | 42 | 417 |
| 295: | The Crisis | A man of low degree was sore oppressed, | | 24 | 446 |
| 296: | The Dance | Heel and toe, heel and toe, | | 24 | 385 |
| 297: | The Death Of The First Born | Cover him over with daisies white | | 24 | 347 |
| 298: | The Debt | This is the debt I pay | | 12 | 409 |
| 299: | The Delinquent | Goo'-by, Jinks, I got to hump, | | 26 | 397 |
| 300: | The Deserted Plantation | Oh, de grubbin'-hoe 's a-rustin' in de co'nah, | | 36 | 404 |
| 301: | The Dilettante: A Modern Type | He scribbles some in prose and verse, | | 16 | 340 |
| 302: | The Discovery | These are the days of elfs and fays: | | 27 | 388 |
| 303: | The Disturber | Oh, what shall I do? I am wholly upset; | | 32 | 445 |
| 304: | The Dove | Out of the sunshine and out of the heat, | | 8 | 406 |
| 305: | The Dreamer | Temples he built and palaces of air, | | 14 | 519 |
| 306: | The End Of The Chapter | Ah, yes, the chapter ends to-day; | | 28 | 390 |
| 307: | The Farm Child's Lullaby | Oh, the little bird is rocking in the cradle of the wind, | | 24 | 399 |
| 308: | The Fisher Child's Lullaby | The wind is out in its rage to-night, | | 24 | 391 |
| 309: | The Forest Greeting | Good hunting!--aye, good hunting, | | 24 | 399 |
| 310: | The Fount Of Tears | All hot and grimy from the road, | | 24 | 384 |
| 311: | The Garret | Within a London garret high, | | 32 | 317 |
| 312: | The Gourd | In the heavy earth the miner | | 40 | 412 |
| 313: | The Haunted Oak | Pray why are you so bare, so bare, | | 64 | 399 |
| 314: | The King Is Dead | Aye, lay him in his grave, the old dead year! | | 20 | 440 |
| 315: | The Knight | Our good knight, Ted, girds his broadsword on | | 18 | 396 |
| 316: | The Lapse | This poem must be done to-day; | | 41 | 338 |
| 317: | The Lawyers' Ways | I 've been list'nin' to them lawyers | | 32 | 405 |
| 318: | The Lesson | My cot was down by a cypress grove, | | 24 | 459 |
| 319: | The Lily Of The Valley | Sweetest of the flowers a-blooming | | 28 | 357 |
| 320: | The Looking-Glass | Dinah stan' befo' de glass, | | 24 | 408 |
| 321: | The Lover And The Moon | A lover whom duty called over the wave, | | 56 | 428 |
| 322: | The Master-Player | An old, worn harp that had been played | | 10 | 381 |
| 323: | The Masters | Oh, who is the Lord of the land of life, | | 16 | 376 |
| 324: | The Meadow Lark | Though the winds be dank, | | 24 | 373 |
| 325: | The Memory Of Martha | Out in de night a sad bird moans, | | 27 | 370 |
| 326: | The Monk's Walk | In this sombre garden close | | 44 | 418 |
| 327: | The Murdered Lover | Say a mass for my soul's repose, my brother, | | 32 | 409 |
| 328: | The Mystery | I was not; now I am--a few days hence | | 20 | 423 |
| 329: | The Mystic Sea | The smell of the sea in my nostrils, | | 16 | 387 |
| 330: | The News | Whut dat you whisperin' keepin' f'om me? | | 20 | 453 |
| 331: | The Ol' Tunes | You kin talk about yer anthems | | 56 | 393 |
| 332: | The Old Apple-Tree | There's a memory keeps a-runnin' | | 72 | 432 |
| 333: | The Old Cabin | In de dead of night I sometimes, | | 48 | 394 |
| 334: | The Old Front Gate | W'en daih 's chillun in de house, | | 40 | 432 |
| 335: | The Old Homestead | Tis an old deserted homestead | | 40 | 441 |
| 336: | The Paradox | I am the mother of sorrows, | | 32 | 422 |
| 337: | The Party | Dey had a gread big pahty down to Tom's de othah night; | | 102 | 385 |
| 338: | The Path | There are no beaten paths to Glory's height, | | 14 | 378 |
| 339: | The Phantom Kiss | One night in my room, still and beamless, | | 24 | 413 |
| 340: | The Photograph | See dis pictyah in my han'? | | 28 | 411 |
| 341: | The Place Where The Rainbow Ends | There's a fabulous story | | 36 | 407 |
| 342: | The Plantation Child's Lullaby | Wintah time hit comin' | | 40 | 352 |
| 343: | The Poet | He sang of life, serenely sweet, | | 8 | 382 |
| 344: | The Poet And His Song | A song is but a little thing, | | 32 | 447 |
| 345: | The Poet And The Baby | How's a man to write a sonnet, can you tell, | | 15 | 479 |
| 346: | The Pool | By the pool that I see in my dreams, dear love, | | 12 | 375 |
| 347: | The Quilting | Dolly sits a-quilting by her mother, stich by stitch, | | 6 | 353 |
| 348: | The Real Question | Folks is talkin' 'bout de money, 'bout de silvah an' de gold; | | 12 | 448 |
| 349: | The Right To Die | I have no fancy for that ancient cant | | 18 | 385 |
| 350: | The Rising Of The Storm | The lake's dark breast Is all unrest, | | 54 | 443 |
| 351: | The Rivals | T was three an' thirty year ago, | | 104 | 365 |
| 352: | The River Of Ruin | Along by the river of ruin | | 25 | 412 |
| 353: | The Sand-Man | I know a man | | 18 | 378 |
| 354: | The Secret | What says the wind to the waving trees? | | 18 | 412 |
| 355: | The Seedling | As a quiet little seedling | | 32 | 544 |
| 356: | The Song | My soul, lost in the music's mist, | | 32 | 363 |
| 357: | The Sparrow | A little bird, with plumage brown, | | 16 | 420 |
| 358: | The Spellin'-Bee | I never shall furgit that night when father hitched up Dobbin, | | 94 | 348 |
| 359: | The Stirrup Cup | Come, drink a stirrup cup with me, | | 21 | 405 |
| 360: | The Sum | A little dreaming by the way, | | 16 | 434 |
| 361: | The Tryst | De night creep down erlong de lan', | | 32 | 442 |
| 362: | The Turning Of The Babies In The Bed | Woman's sho' a cur'ous critter, an' dey ain't no doubtin' dat. | | 24 | 379 |
| 363: | The Unlucky Apple | Twas the apple that in Eden | | 8 | 389 |
| 364: | The Unsung Heroes | A song for the unsung heroes who rose in the country's need, | | 32 | 400 |
| 365: | The Valse | When to sweet music my lady is dancing | | 24 | 373 |
| 366: | The Veteran | Underneath the autumn sky, | | 40 | 406 |
| 367: | The Visitor | Little lady at de do', | | 32 | 351 |
| 368: | The Voice Of The Banjo | In a small and lonely cabin out of noisy traffic's way, | | 24 | 393 |
| 369: | The Warrior's Prayer | Long since, in sore distress, I heard one pray, | | 24 | 378 |
| 370: | The Wind And The Sea | I stood by the shore at the death of day, | | 56 | 361 |
| 371: | The Wooing | A youth went faring up and down, | | 40 | 391 |
| 372: | The Wraith | Ah me, it is cold and chill | | 28 | 376 |
| 373: | Then And Now | He loved her, and through many years, | | 16 | 401 |
| 374: | Theology | There is a heaven, for ever, day by day, | | 4 | 401 |
| 375: | Thou Art My Lute | Thou art my lute, by thee I sing, | | 16 | 377 |
| 376: | Till The Wind Gets Right | Oh the breeze is blowin' balmy | | 24 | 401 |
| 377: | Time To Tinker 'Roun'! | Summah's nice, wif sun a-shinin', | | 32 | 462 |
| 378: | To A Captious Critic | Dear critic, who my lightness so deplores, | | 4 | 377 |
| 379: | To A Dead Friend | It is as if a silver chord | | 16 | 404 |
| 380: | To A Lady Playing The Harp | Thy tones are silver melted into sound, | | 24 | 410 |
| 381: | To A Violet Found On All Saints' Day | Belated wanderer of the ways of spring, | | 16 | 373 |
| 382: | To An Ingrate | This is to-day, a golden summer's day | | 16 | 377 |
| 383: | To Dan | Step me now a bridal measure, | | 28 | 354 |
| 384: | To E. H. K. On The Receipt Of A Familiar Poem | To me, like hauntings of a vagrant breath | | 14 | 341 |
| 385: | To Her | Your presence like a benison to me | | 12 | 426 |
| 386: | To J. Q. | What are the things that make life bright? | | 8 | 327 |
| 387: | To Louise | Oh, the poets may sing of their Lady Irenes, | | 32 | 367 |
| 388: | To Pfrimmer | Driftwood gathered here and there | | 14 | 316 |
| 389: | To The Eastern Shore | I 's feelin' kin' o' lonesome in my little room to-night, | | 24 | 463 |
| 390: | To The Memory Of Mary Young | God has his plans, and what if we | | 40 | 361 |
| 391: | To The Miami | Kiss me, Miami, thou most constant one! | | 42 | 363 |
| 392: | To The Road | Cool is the wind, for the summer is waning, | | 24 | 405 |
| 393: | To The South On Its New Slavery | Heart of the Southland, heed me pleading now, | | 80 | 413 |
| 394: | Trouble In De Kitchen | Dey was oncet a awful quoil 'twixt de skillet an' de pot; | | 16 | 391 |
| 395: | Twell De Night Is Pas' | All de night long twell de moon goes down, | | 16 | 338 |
| 396: | Twilight | Twixt a smile and a tear, | | 8 | 367 |
| 397: | Two Little Boots | Two little boots all rough an' wo', | | 48 | 442 |
| 398: | Unexpressed | Deep in my heart that aches with the repression, | | 12 | 410 |
| 399: | Vagrants | Long time ago, we two set out, | | 24 | 467 |
| 400: | Vengeance Is Sweet | When I was young I longed for Love, | | 16 | 387 |
| 401: | W'En I Gits Home | It's moughty tiahsome layin' 'roun' | | 25 | 358 |
| 402: | Wadin' In De Crick | Days git wa'm an' wa'mah, | | 48 | 412 |
| 403: | Waiting | The sun has slipped his tether | | 32 | 396 |
| 404: | We Wear The Mask | We wear the mask that grins and lies, | | 15 | 434 |
| 405: | Weltschmertz | You ask why I am sad to-day, | | 40 | 460 |
| 406: | What's The Use | What's the use o' folks a-frownin' | | 15 | 352 |
| 407: | When A Feller's Itchin' To Be Spanked | W'en us fellers stomp around, makin' lots o' noise, | | 35 | 404 |
| 408: | When All Is Done | When all is done, and my last word is said, | | 17 | 415 |
| 409: | When Dey 'Listed Colored Soldiers | Dey was talkin' in de cabin, dey was talkin' in de hall; | | 40 | 418 |
| 410: | When Malindy Sings | G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy | | 72 | 367 |
| 411: | When Sam'L Sings | Hyeah dat singin' in de medders | | 48 | 425 |
| 412: | When The Old Man Smokes | In the forenoon's restful quiet, | | 56 | 364 |
| 413: | When Winter Darkening All Around | When winter covering all the ground | | 16 | 370 |
| 414: | Whip-Poor-Will And Katy-Did | Slow de night 's a-fallin', | | 24 | 481 |
| 415: | Whistling Sam | I has hyeahd o' people dancin' an' I 's hyeahd o' people singin'. | | 38 | 409 |
| 416: | Whittier | Not o'er thy dust let there be spent | | 16 | 395 |
| 417: | Why Fades A Dream? | Why fades a dream? | | 18 | 399 |
| 418: | Winter's Approach | De sun hit shine an' de win' hit blow, | | 18 | 470 |
| 419: | Winter-Song | Oh, who would be sad tho' the sky be a-graying, | | 14 | 459 |
| 420: | With The Lark | Night is for sorrow and dawn is for joy, | | 18 | 387 |
| 421: | Worn Out | You bid me hold my peace | | 24 | 443 |
| 422: | Yesterday And To-Morrow | Yesterday I held your hand, | | 24 | 462 |
