O fairest of the rural maids; 6

O marvel, fruit of fruits, I pause; 167

O messenger, art thou the king, or I; 180

O Nature!  I do not aspire; 166

Of all the rides since the birth of time; 87

Oh, inexpressible as sweet; 289

Oh, the shambling sea is a sexton old; 277

Oh, who would stay indoor, indoor; 251

Oh, what’s the way to Arcady; 243

Old Sorrow I shall meet again; 230

Once it smiled a silent dell; 38

Once this soft turf, this rivulet’s sands; 54

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary; 45

Out of the hills of Habersham; 268

Prithee tell me, Dimple-Chin; 194

See, from this counterfeit of him; 185

Sence little Wesley went, the place seems all so strange and still; 280

Sky in its lucent splendor lifted; 238

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn; 69

Sole Lord of Lords and very King of Kings; 300

Southward with fleet of ice; 71

Sparkling and bright in liquid light; 32

Spirit that moves the sap in spring; 294

Still in thy love I trust; 218

Such special sweetness was about; 224

The apples are ripe in the orchard; 117

The dawn came in through the bars of the blind; 213

The day is done, and the darkness; 66

The despot treads thy sacred sands; 104

The despot’s heel is on thy shore; 113

The evening of the year draws on; 162

The handful here, that once was Mary’s earth; 147

The little toy dog is covered with dust; 231

The moonbeams over Arno’s vale in silver flood were pouring; 296

The new moon hung in the sky; 221

The pines were dark on Ramoth hill; 130

The royal feast was done; the King; 205

The shadows lay along Broadway; 24

The sky is dark, and dark the bay below; 217

The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky Home; 98

The tide rises, the tide falls; 161

The wind from out the west is blowing; 216

There are gains for all our losses; 129

There is a city, builded by no hand; 201

These are the days when birds come back; 265

This bronze doth keep the very form and mold; 207

This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream; 283

This is Palm Sunday; mindful of the day; 198

This is the Burden of the Heart; 197

This is the ship of pearl, which poets feign; 178

Thou blossom bright with autumn dew; 40

Thou unrelenting Past; 18

Thou wast all that to me, love; 34

Thought is deeper than all speech; 181

Three roses, wan as moonlight, and weighed down; 210