| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Message to America | You have the grit and the guts, I know; | | 120 | 443 |
| 2: | After an Epigram of Clement Marot | The lad I was I longer now | | 8 | 327 |
| 3: | All That's Not Love . . . | All that's not love is the dearth of my days, | | 16 | 381 |
| 4: | An Ode to Antares | At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide | | 100 | 407 |
| 5: | An Ode to Natural Beauty | There is a power whose inspiration fills | 1914 | 175 | 364 |
| 6: | Antinous | Stretched on a sunny bank he lay at rest, | | 14 | 388 |
| 7: | At the Tomb of Napoleon Before the Elections in America - November, 1912 | I stood beside his sepulchre whose fame, | | 14 | 369 |
| 8: | Bellinglise | Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds | 1916 | 28 | 393 |
| 9: | Broceliande | Broceliande! in the perilous beauty of silence and menacing shade, | | 16 | 387 |
| 10: | Champagne (1914-15) | In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, | 1915 | 68 | 368 |
| 11: | Coucy | The rooks aclamor when one enters here | | 14 | 420 |
| 12: | Do You Remember Once . . . | Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, | | 72 | 444 |
| 13: | El Extraviado | Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind, | | 24 | 360 |
| 14: | Eudaemon | O happiness, I know not what far seas, | | 24 | 375 |
| 15: | Fragment I | In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned | | 16 | 393 |
| 16: | Fragment II | There was a time when I thought much of Fame, | | 16 | 340 |
| 17: | Fragment III | For there were nights . . . my love to him whose brow | | 20 | 387 |
| 18: | Fragment IV | What is Success? Out of the endless ore | | 28 | 322 |
| 19: | I Have a Rendezvous with Death . . . | I have a rendezvous with Death | | 24 | 389 |
| 20: | I Loved . . . | I loved illustrious cities and the crowds | | 14 | 400 |
| 21: | Introduction and Conclusion of a Long Poem | I have gone sometimes by the gates of Death | | 69 | 369 |
| 22: | Kyrenaikos | Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down | | 14 | 358 |
| 23: | La Nue | Oft when sweet music undulated round, | | 52 | 398 |
| 24: | Liebestod | I who, conceived beneath another star, | | 33 | 371 |
| 25: | Lyonesse | In Lyonesse was beauty enough, men say: | | 11 | 395 |
| 26: | Maktoob | A shell surprised our post one day | | 68 | 375 |
| 27: | Ode in Memory of the American Volunteers Fallen for France | Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, | | 100 | 396 |
| 28: | On a Theme in the Greek Anthology | Thy petals yet are closely curled, | | 16 | 356 |
| 29: | On the Cliffs, Newport | Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o'er | | 14 | 338 |
| 30: | Oneata | A hilltop sought by every soothing breeze | | 14 | 482 |
| 31: | Paris | First, London, for its myriads; for its height, | | 169 | 398 |
| 32: | Resurgam | Exiled afar from youth and happy love, | | 6 | 367 |
| 33: | Sonnet I | Down the strait vistas where a city street | | 14 | 356 |
| 34: | Sonnet I | Sidney, in whom the heyday of romance | | 14 | 420 |
| 35: | Sonnet II | Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways, | | 14 | 393 |
| 36: | Sonnet II | Not that I always struck the proper mean | | 14 | 397 |
| 37: | Sonnet III | There was a youth around whose early way | | 14 | 379 |
| 38: | Sonnet III | Why should you be astonished that my heart, | | 14 | 376 |
| 39: | Sonnet IV | Up at his attic sill the South wind came | | 14 | 381 |
| 40: | Sonnet IV - To . . . in church | If I was drawn here from a distant place, | 1916 | 14 | 400 |
| 41: | Sonnet IX | Amid the florid multitude her face | | 14 | 372 |
| 42: | Sonnet IX | Well, seeing I have no hope, then let us part; | | 14 | 348 |
| 43: | Sonnet V | A tide of beauty with returning May | | 14 | 391 |
| 44: | Sonnet V | Seeing you have not come with me, nor spent | | 14 | 368 |
| 45: | Sonnet VI | Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs, | | 14 | 379 |
| 46: | Sonnet VI | Oh, you are more desirable to me | | 14 | 398 |
| 47: | Sonnet VII | To me, a pilgrim on that journey bound | | 14 | 380 |
| 48: | Sonnet VII | There have been times when I could storm and plead, | | 14 | 339 |
| 49: | Sonnet VIII | Oft as by chance, a little while apart | | 14 | 479 |
| 50: | Sonnet VIII | Oh, love of woman, you are known to be | | 14 | 367 |
| 51: | Sonnet X | A splendor, flamelike, born to be pursued, | | 14 | 385 |
| 52: | Sonnet X | I have sought Happiness, but it has been | | 14 | 403 |
| 53: | Sonnet XI | When among creatures fair of countenance | | 14 | 378 |
| 54: | Sonnet XI - On Returning to the Front after Leave | Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed), | | 14 | 346 |
| 55: | Sonnet XII | Like as a dryad, from her native bole | | 14 | 331 |
| 56: | Sonnet XII | Clouds rosy-tinted in the setting sun, | | 14 | 378 |
| 57: | Sonnet XIII | I fancied, while you stood conversing there, | | 14 | 373 |
| 58: | Sonnet XIV | It may be for the world of weeds and tares | | 14 | 376 |
| 59: | Sonnet XV | Above the ruin of God's holy place, | | 14 | 346 |
| 60: | Sonnet XVI | Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest, | | 14 | 369 |
| 61: | Tezcotzinco | Though thou art now a ruin bare and cold, | | 14 | 434 |
| 62: | The Aisne (1914-15) | We first saw fire on the tragic slopes | 1914-15 | 52 | 437 |
| 63: | The Bayadere | Flaked, drifting clouds hide not the full moon's rays | | 24 | 351 |
| 64: | The Deserted Garden | I know a village in a far-off land | | 400 | 386 |
| 65: | The Hosts | Purged, with the life they left, of all | | 56 | 410 |
| 66: | The Need to Love | The need to love that all the stars obey | | 44 | 402 |
| 67: | The Nympholept | There was a boy - not above childish fears - | | 49 | 392 |
| 68: | The Old Lowe House, Staten Island | Another prospect pleased the builder's eye, | | 14 | 399 |
| 69: | The Rendezvous | He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. | | 64 | 399 |
| 70: | The Sultan's Palace | My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, | | 88 | 384 |
| 71: | The Torture of Cuauhtemoc | Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms | | 112 | 333 |
| 72: | The Wanderer | To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so | | 52 | 388 |
| 73: | Tithonus | So when the verdure of his life was shed, | | 50 | 418 |
| 74: | To England at the Outbreak of the Balkan War | A cloud has lowered that shall not soon pass o'er. | | 14 | 419 |
| 75: | Translations Ariosto. Orlando Furioso, Canto X, 91-99 | Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, | | 90 | 350 |
| 76: | Translations Dante. Inferno, Canto XXVI | Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea | | 144 | 382 |
| 77: | Virginibus Puerisque . . . | I care not that one listen if he lives | | 14 | 356 |
| 78: | Vivien | Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools | | 14 | 384 |
| 79: | With a Copy of Shakespeare's Sonnets on Leaving College | As one of some fat tillage dispossessed, | | 14 | 356 |
| 80: | Written in a Volume of the Comtesse de Noailles | Be my companion under cool arcades | | 14 | 400 |
