shall I woo thee to win thee, mine own? 289
How sweet the music sounded 284
How's a man to write a sonnet, can you tell 114
Hurt was the nation with a mighty wound 184
Hyeah come Caesar Higgins 145
Hyeah dat singin' in de medders 208

"I am but clay," the sinner plead 114
I am no priest of crooks nor creeds 38
I am the mother of sorrows 89
I be'n down in ole Kentucky 42
I been t'inkin' 'bout de preachah; whut he said de othah night 212
I did not know that life could be so sweet 252
I done got 'uligion, honey, an' I's happy ez a king 146
I don't believe in 'ristercrats 140
I grew a rose once more to please mine eyes 13
I grew a rose within a garden fair 12
I had not known before 240
I has hyeahd o' people dancin' an' I's hyeahd o' people singin' 156
I have no fancy for that ancient cant 94
I have seen full many a sight 188
I held my heart so far from harm 255
I found you and I lost you 251
I know a man 235
I know my love is true 58
I know what the caged bird feels, alas! 102
I never shall furgit that night when father hitched up Dobbin 42
I sit upon the old sea wall 115
I stand above the city's rush and din 275
I stood by the shore at the death of day 69
I think that though the clouds be dark 53
I was not; now I am--a few days hence 17
If Death should claim me for her own to-day 210
If life were but a dream, my Love 75
If the muse were mine to tempt it 50
If thro' the sea of night which here surrounds me 256
If 'twere fair to suppose