| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Character | With a half-glance upon the sky | | | 1274 |
| 2: | A Dedication | DEAR, near and true—no truer Time himself | | | 1198 |
| 3: | A Dirge | Now is done thy long day’s work; | | | 1001 |
| 4: | A Dream of Fair Women | I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade, | | | 1063 |
| 5: | A farewell | Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, | | | 1203 |
| 6: | A Medley: As Thro' The Land (The Princess) | As thro' the land at eve we went, | | | 767 |
| 7: | A Medley: Ask Me No More (The Princess) | Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea; | | | 874 |
| 8: | A Medley: Come Down, O Maid (The Princess) | Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: | | | 843 |
| 9: | A Medley: Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead (The Princess) | Home they brought her warrior dead: | | | 839 |
| 10: | A Medley: Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal (The Princess) | Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; | | | 816 |
| 11: | A Medley: O Swallow (The Princess) | O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, | | | 790 |
| 12: | A Medley: Our Enemies Have Fall'n (The Princess) | Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: the seed, | | | 854 |
| 13: | A Medley: Tears, Idle Tears (The Princess) | Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, | | | 795 |
| 14: | A Medley: Thy Voice Is Heard (The Princess) | Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums, | | | 759 |
| 15: | A Voice By The Cedar Tree | A voice by cedar tree | | | 1032 |
| 16: | A Voice Spake Out Of The Skies | A voice spake out of the skies | | | 1132 |
| 17: | A Welcome To Alexandra | Sea-kings’ daughter from over the sea, Alexandra! | | | 1191 |
| 18: | A Welcome To Her Royal Highness Marie Alexandrovna, Duchess Of Edinburgh. | The son of him with whom we strove for power— | | | 1166 |
| 19: | Achilles Over The Trench | So saying, light-foot Iris pass’d away. | | | 1073 |
| 20: | Adeline | Mystery of mysteries, | | | 1122 |
| 21: | After-Thought | I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, | | | 764 |
| 22: | Akbar’s Dream | O God in every temple I see people that see thee, | | | 1051 |
| 23: | All Things Will Die | Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing | | | 1169 |
| 24: | Amphion | My father left a park to me, | | | 1125 |
| 25: | And Ask Ye Why These Sad Tears Stream? | And ask ye why these sad tears stream? | | | 971 |
| 26: | As Thro' The Land At Eve We Went | As thro’ the land of eve we went, | | | 916 |
| 27: | Ask Me No More | Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea; | | | 1094 |
| 28: | Audley Court | The Bull, the Fleece are cramm’d, and not a room | | | 1054 |
| 29: | Aylmer’s Field | Dust are our frames; and gilded dust, our pride | 1793 | | 1000 |
| 30: | Balin And Balan | Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot | | | 983 |
| 31: | Battle Of Brunanburgh | Athelstan King, | | | 996 |
| 32: | Beautiful City | Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion, | | | 983 |
| 33: | Blow, Bugle, Blow | The splendour falls on castle walls | | | 1023 |
| 34: | Boädicéa | While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries | | | 965 |
| 35: | Break, Break, Break | Break, break, break, | | | 971 |
| 36: | By An Evolutionist | The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, | | | 952 |
| 37: | Charity | What am I doing, you say to me, ‘wasting the sweet summer hours’? | | | 984 |
| 38: | Child-Songs | Dainty little maiden, whither would you wander? | | | 1051 |
| 39: | Circumstance | Two children in two neighbor villages | | | 1032 |
| 40: | Claribel | Where Claribel low-lieth | | | 927 |
| 41: | Columbus | Chains, my good lord: in your raised brows I read | | | 998 |
| 42: | Come down, O Maid | Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: | | | 910 |
| 43: | Come Into The Garde, Maud | Come into the garden, Maud, | | | 1014 |
| 44: | Come Not, When I Am Dead | Come not, when I am dead, | | | 982 |
| 45: | Cradle Song | What does little birdie say | | | 1074 |
| 46: | Crossing The Bar | Sunset and evening star, | | | 1177 |
| 47: | Dark House | Dark house, by which once more I stand | | | 1008 |
| 48: | De Profundis | Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep, | | | 1422 |
| 49: | Dear Is The Memory Of Our Wedded Lives | Dear is the memory of our wedded lives, | | | 931 |
| 50: | Dedication | These to His Memory--since he held them dear, | | | 938 |
| 51: | Dedication | These to His Memory—since he held them dear, | | | 978 |
| 52: | Dedicatory Poem to the Princess Alice | Dead Princess, living Power, if that which lived | | | 936 |
| 53: | Demeter And Persephone | Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies | | | 933 |
| 54: | Despair | Is it you, that preach’d in the chapel there looking over the sand? | | | 990 |
| 55: | Dora | With farmer Allan at the farm abode | | | 927 |
| 56: | Doubt And Prayer | Tho’ Sin too oft, when smitten by Thy rod, | | | 953 |
| 57: | Duet | Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear | | | 714 |
| 58: | Early Sonnets | As when with downcast eyes we muse and brood, | | | 1023 |
| 59: | Early Spring | Once more the Heavenly Power | | | 1075 |
| 60: | Edward Gray | Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town | | | 875 |
| 61: | Edwin Morris | O me, my pleasant rambles by the lake, | | | 970 |
| 62: | Eleanore | Thy dark eyes open’d not, | | | 1020 |
| 63: | England And America In 1782 | O thou that sendest out the man | | | 1039 |
| 64: | Enoch Arden | Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; | | | 837 |
| 65: | Epitaph On Caxton | Thy prayer was ‘Light-more Light-while Time shall last!’ | | | 915 |
| 66: | Epitaph On General Gordon | Warrior of God, man’s friend, and tyrant’s foe, | | | 974 |
| 67: | Epitaph On Lord Stratford de Redcliffe | Thou third great Canning, stand among our best | | | 903 |
| 68: | Faith | Doubt no longer that the Highest is the wisest and the best, | | | 976 |
| 69: | Far–far–away | What sight so lured him thro’ the fields he knew | | | 990 |
| 70: | Fatima | O love, Love, Love! O withering might! | | | 946 |
| 71: | Flower In The Crannied Wall | Flower in the crannied wall, | | | 1001 |
| 72: | Forlorn | He is fled—I wish him dead— | | | 1050 |
| 73: | Frater Ave Atque Vale | Row us out from Desenzano, to your Sirmione row! | | | 897 |
| 74: | Freedom | O thou so fair in summers gone, | | | 966 |
| 75: | Friendship | O thou most holy Friendship! wheresoe’er | | | 816 |
| 76: | Gareth And Lynette | The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent, | | | 1078 |
| 77: | Geraint And Enid | O purblind race of miserable men, | | | 1043 |
| 78: | God And The Universe | Will my tiny spark of being wholly vanish in your deeps and heights? | | | 1090 |
| 79: | Godiva | I waited for the train at Coventry; | | | 1071 |
| 80: | Guinevere | Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat | | | 1037 |
| 81: | Hands All Round | First pledge our Queen this solemn night, | | | 983 |
| 82: | Happy | Why wail you, pretty plover? and what is it that you fear? | | | 950 |
| 83: | Hateful Is The Dark-Blue Sky | Hateful is the dark-blue sky, | | | 871 |
| 84: | Helen’s Tower | Helen’s tower, here I stand, | | | 731 |
| 85: | Hendecasyllabics | O you chorus of indolent reviewers, | | | 993 |
| 86: | Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead | Home they brought her warrior dead: | | | 813 |
| 87: | How Sweet It Were | How sweet it were, hearing the downward stream, | | | 888 |
| 88: | How Thought You That This Thing Could Captivate? | How thought you that this thing could captivate? | | | 768 |
| 89: | Idylls Of The King: Song From The Marriage Of Geraint | Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud; | | | 1083 |
| 90: | Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament (Excerpt) | Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood | | | 705 |
| 91: | Idylls of the King: The Passing of Arthur (Excerpt) | That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, | | | 729 |
| 92: | In Memoriam 131: O Living Will That Shalt Endure | O living will that shalt endure | | | 698 |
| 93: | In Memoriam 16: I Envy Not In Any Moods | I envy not in any moods | | | 821 |
| 94: | In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship | O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, | | | 879 |
| 95: | In Memoriam 82: I Wage Not Any Feud With Death | I wage not any feud with Death | | | 894 |
| 96: | In Memoriam A.H.H (Entire Poem!!) | Strong Son of God, immortal Love, | | | 929 |
| 97: | In Memoriam W. G. Ward | Farewell, whose like on earth I shall not find, | | | 744 |
| 98: | In Quantity | These lame hexameters the strong-wing’d music of Homer! | | | 1051 |
| 99: | In The Children’s Hospital | Our doctor had call’d in another, I never | | | 770 |
| 100: | In The Garden At Swainston | Nightingales warbled without, | | | 799 |
| 101: | In The Valley Of Cautertz | All along the valley, stream that flashest white, | | | 1143 |
| 102: | Isabel | Eyes not down-dropt nor over-bright, but fed | | | 1036 |
| 103: | June Bracken And Heather | There on the top of the down, | | | 755 |
| 104: | Kapiolani | When from the terrors of Nature a people have fashion’d and worship a Spirit of Evil, | | | 1546 |
| 105: | Kate | I know her by her angry air, | | | 779 |
| 106: | Lady Clara Vere de Vere | Lady Clara Vere de Vere, | | | 894 |
| 107: | Lady Clare | It was the time when lilies blow, | | | 1009 |
| 108: | Lamentation Of The Peruvians | The foes of the east have come down on our shore, | | | 751 |
| 109: | Lancelot And Elaine | Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable, | | | 969 |
| 110: | Late, Late, So Late | Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill! | | | 787 |
| 111: | Leonine Elegiacs | Low-flying breezes are roaming the broad valley dimm’d in the gloaming; | | | 726 |
| 112: | Lilian | Airy, Fairy Lilian, | | | 1037 |
| 113: | Literary Squabbles | Ah God! the petty fools of rhyme | | | 910 |
| 114: | Locksley Hall | Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: | | | 939 |
| 115: | Locksley Hall Sixty Years After | Late, my grandson! half the morning have I paced these sandy tracts, | | | 722 |
| 116: | Lost Love | I envy not in any moods | | | 888 |
| 117: | Love | Thou, from the first, unborn, undying Love, | | | 911 |
| 118: | Love And Death | What time the mighty moon was gathering light | | | 769 |
| 119: | Love And Duty | Of love that never found his earthly close, | | | 808 |
| 120: | Love Thou Thy Land, With Love Far-Brought | Love thou thy land, with love far-brought | | | 694 |
| 121: | Lucretius | Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found | | | 979 |
| 122: | Madeline | Thou art not steep’d in golden languors, | | | 855 |
| 123: | Margaret | O sweet pale Margaret, | 1833 | | 814 |
| 124: | Mariana | With blackest moss the flower-plots | | | 948 |
| 125: | Mariana In The South | With one black shadow at its feet, | | | 943 |
| 126: | Marriage Morning | Light, so low upon earth, | | | 898 |
| 127: | Maud; A Monodrama | I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood, | | | 672 |
| 128: | Mechanophilus | Now first we stand and understand, | | | 845 |
| 129: | Merlin And The Gleam | O young Mariner, | | | 885 |
| 130: | Merlin And Vivien | A storm was coming, but the winds were still, | | | 869 |
| 131: | Midnight | Tis midnight o’er the dim mere’s lonely bosom, | | | 740 |
| 132: | Milton (Alcaics) | O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies, | | | 988 |
| 133: | Minnie And Winnie | Minnie and Winnie | | | 932 |
| 134: | Montenegro | They rose to where their sovran eagle sails, | | | 969 |
| 135: | Morte d'Arthur | So all day long the noise of battle roll'd | | | 887 |
| 136: | Move Eastward, Happy Earth, And Leave | Move eastward, happy earth, and leave | | | 707 |
| 137: | My Life Is Full Of Weary Days | My life is full of weary days, | | | 824 |
| 138: | Northern Farmer (New Style) | DOSN’T thou ’ear my ’erse’s legs, as they canters awaäy? | | | 957 |
| 139: | Northern Farmer (Old Style) | Wheer ’asta beän saw long and meä liggin’ ’ere aloän? | | | 978 |
| 140: | Nothing Will Die | When will the stream be aweary of flowing | | | 725 |
| 141: | Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal | Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; | | | 859 |
| 142: | O Beauty, Passing Beauty! | O beauty, passing beauty! Sweetest sweet! | | | 736 |
| 143: | O, Were I Loved As I Desire To Be! | O, were I loved as I desire to be! | | | 841 |
| 144: | Ode On The Death Of The Duke of Wellington | Bury the Great Duke | | | 687 |
| 145: | Ode Sung At The Opening Of The International Exhibition | Uplift a thousand voices full and sweet, | | | 647 |
| 146: | Ode To Memory | Thou who stealest fire, | | | 763 |
| 147: | Of Old Sat Freedom | Of old sat Freedom on the heights, | | | 807 |
| 148: | On A Mourner | Nature, so far as in her lies, | | | 832 |
| 149: | On One Who Affected An Effeminate Manner | While man and woman still are incomplete, | | | 913 |
| 150: | On The Jubilee Of Queen Victoria | Fifty times the rose has flower’d and faded, | | | 695 |
| 151: | Opening Of The Indian And Colonial Exhibition By The Queen | Welcome, welcome with one voice! | | | 750 |
| 152: | Owd Roä(1) | NAÄY, noä mander (2) o’ use to be callin’ ’im Roä, Roä, Roä, | | | 910 |
| 153: | Parnassus | What be those crown’d forms high over the sacred fountain? | | | 784 |
| 154: | Pelleas And Ettarre | King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap | | | 834 |
| 155: | Poets And Critics | This thing, that thing is the rage, | | | 920 |
| 156: | Poets And Their Bibliographies | Old poets foster’d under friendlier skies, | | | 677 |
| 157: | Politics | We move, the wheel must always move, | | | 687 |
| 158: | Prefatory Poem To My Brother’s Sonnets | Midnight–in no midsummer tune | | | 670 |
| 159: | Prefatory Sonnet | Those that of late had fleeted far and fast | | | 918 |
| 160: | Princess: A Medley: The Splendour Falls On Castle Walls | The splendour falls on castle walls | | | 669 |
| 161: | Prophecy | For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, | | | 947 |
| 162: | Recollection Of The Arabian Nights | When the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free | | | 904 |
| 163: | Requiescat | Fair is her cottage in its place, | | | 920 |
| 164: | Riflemen Form! | There is a sound of thunder afar, | | | 1112 |
| 165: | Ring Out, Wild Bells | Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, | | | 740 |
| 166: | Rizpah | Wailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over land and sea– | | | 921 |
| 167: | Romney’s Remorse | BEAT, little heart—I give you this and this’ | | | 849 |
| 168: | Rosalind | My Rosalind, my Rosalind, | | | 642 |
| 169: | Sea Dreams | A city clerk, but gently born and bred; | | | 962 |
| 170: | Second Song | Thy tuwhits are lull’d I wot, | | | 858 |
| 171: | She Is Coming, My Own, My Sweet | She is coming, my own, my sweet; | | | 908 |
| 172: | Show-Day At Battle Abbey, 1876 | A garden here—May breath and bloom of spring— | | | 869 |
| 173: | Sir Galahad | My good blade carves the casques of men, | | | 871 |
| 174: | Sir John Franklin | Not here! the white North has thy bones; and thou, | | | 872 |
| 175: | Sir John Oldcastle, Lord Cobham | My friend should meet me somewhere hereabout | | | 903 |
| 176: | Sir Launcelot And Queen Guinevere | Like souls that balance joy and pain, | | | 889 |
| 177: | Song: ‘A Spirit Haunts The Year’s Last Hours | A spirit haunts the year’s last hours | | | 792 |
| 178: | Song: ‘The Winds, As At Their Hour Of Birth | The winds, as at their hour of birth, | | | 669 |
| 179: | Song: ‘Who Can Say’ | Who can say | | | 661 |
| 180: | Specimen Of A Translation Of The Lliad In Blank Verse | So Hector spake; and Trojans roar’d applause; | | | 865 |
| 181: | Spring | Birds' love and birds' song | | | 927 |
| 182: | St. Agnes' Eve | Deep on the convent-roof the snows | | | 853 |
| 183: | St. Simeon Stylites | Altho’ I be the basest of mankind, | | | 691 |
| 184: | St. Telemachus | Had the fierce ashes of some fiery peak | | | 1167 |
| 185: | Supposed Confessions Of A Second-Rate Sensitive Mind | O God! my God! have mercy now. | | | 769 |
| 186: | Sweet And Low | Sweet and low, sweet and low, | | | 761 |
| 187: | Tears, Idle Tears | Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, | | | 779 |
| 188: | The Ancient Sage | A thousand summers ere the time of Christ | | | 1116 |
| 189: | The Ballad Of Oriana | My heart is wasted with my woe, | | | 937 |
| 190: | The Bandit’s Death | O Great And Gallant Scott, | | | 895 |
| 191: | The Beggar Maid | Her arms across her breast she laid; | | | 1015 |
| 192: | The Blackbird | O blackbird! sing me something well: | | | 879 |
| 193: | The Brook | Here, by this brook, we parted; I to the East | | | 866 |
| 194: | The Burial Of Love | His eyes in eclipse, | | | 828 |
| 195: | The Captain | He that only rules by terror | | | 736 |
| 196: | The Charge Of The Heavy Brigade At Balaclava | The charge of the gallant three hundred, the Heavy Brigade | | | 852 |
| 197: | The Charge Of The Light Brigade | Half a league, half a league, | | | 902 |
| 198: | The Church-Warden And The Curate | Eh? good daäy! good daäy! thaw it beän’t not mooch of a daäy, | | | 895 |
| 199: | The Coming Of Arthur | Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, | | | 816 |
| 200: | The Daisy | O love, what hours were thine and mine, | | | 712 |
| 201: | The Dawn | Red of the Dawn! | | | 785 |
| 202: | The Day-Dream | O Lady Flora, let me speak: | | | 741 |
| 203: | The Dead Prophet | Dead! And the Muses cried with a stormy cry | | | 767 |
| 204: | The Death Of The Duke Of Clarence And Avondale | The bridal garland falls upon the bier, | | | 912 |
| 205: | The Death Of The Old Year | Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, | | | 836 |
| 206: | The Death Of Œnone | Œnone sat within the cave from out | | | 850 |
| 207: | The Defence Of Lucknow | Banner of England, not for a season, O banner of Britain, hast thou | | | 1365 |
| 208: | The Deserted House | Life and Thought have gone away | | | 758 |
| 209: | The Dying Swan | The plain was grassy, wild and bare, | | | 726 |
| 210: | The Eagle (A fragment ) | He clasps the crag with crooked hands; | | | 882 |
| 211: | The Epic | At Francis Allen’s on the Christmas-eve, | | | 978 |
| 212: | The Fall Of Jerusalem | Jerusalem! Jerusalem! | | | 768 |
| 213: | The First Quarrel | Wait a little,’ you say, ‘you are sure it ’ll all come right,’ | | | 867 |
| 214: | The Fleet | You, you, if you shall fail to understand | | | 811 |
| 215: | The Flight | Are you sleeping? have you forgotten? do not sleep, my sister dear! | | | 947 |
| 216: | The Flower | Once in a golden hour | | | 933 |
| 217: | The Gardener’s Daughter | This morning is the morning of the day, | | | 842 |
| 218: | The Golden Year | Well, you shall have that song which Leonard wrote: | | | 702 |
| 219: | The Goose | I knew an old wife lean and poor, | | | 726 |
| 220: | The Grandmother | And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne? | | | 988 |
| 221: | The Higher Pantheism | The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains– | | | 996 |
| 222: | The Holy Grail | From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done | | | 934 |
| 223: | The Islet | Whither, O whither, love, shall we go, | | | 916 |
| 224: | The Kraken | Below the thunders of the upper deep, | | | 995 |
| 225: | The Lady Of Shalott | On either side the river lie | | | 966 |
| 226: | The Lady of Shalott (1832) | On either side the river lie | | | 623 |
| 227: | The Lady of Shalott (1842) | On either side the river lie | | | 694 |
| 228: | The Larger Hope | Oh yet we trust that somehow good | | | 861 |
| 229: | The Last Tournament | Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood | | | 809 |
| 230: | The Letters | Still on the tower stood the vane, | | | 685 |
| 231: | The Lord Of Burleigh | In her ear he whispers gaily, | | | 821 |
| 232: | The Lotos-Eaters | Courage!’ he said, and pointed toward the land, | | | 725 |
| 233: | The Lover’s Tale | Here far away, seen from the topmost cliff, | | | 676 |
| 234: | The Making Of Man | Where is one that, born of woman, altogether can escape | | | 753 |
| 235: | The Marriage Of Geraint | The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, | | | 958 |
| 236: | The May Queen | You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; | | | 1706 |
| 237: | The Mermaid | Who would be | | | 945 |
| 238: | The Merman | Who would be | | | 883 |
| 239: | The Miller's Daughter | It is the miller's daughter, | | | 967 |
| 240: | The Northern Cobbler | WAÄIT till our Sally cooms in, fur thou mun a’ sights1 to tell. | | | 993 |
| 241: | The Oak | Live thy Life, | | | 1099 |
| 242: | The Owl | When cats run home and light is come, | | | 1073 |
| 243: | The Palace Of Art | I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, | | | 726 |
| 244: | The Passing Of Arthur | That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, | | | 964 |
| 245: | The Pictures | This morning is the morning of the day, | | | 941 |
| 246: | The Play | Act first, this Earth, a stage so gloom’d with woe | | | 874 |
| 247: | The Poet | The poet in a golden clime was born, | | | 651 |
| 248: | The Poet’s Mind | Vex not thou the poet’s mind | | | 793 |
| 249: | The Poet’s Song | The rain had fallen, the Poet arose, | | | 828 |
| 250: | The Princess (Part I) | A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, | | | 620 |
| 251: | The Princess (Part II) | At break of day the College Portress came: | | | 644 |
| 252: | The Princess (Part III) | Morn in the wake of the morning star | | | 679 |
| 253: | The Princess (Part IV) | There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, | | | 641 |
| 254: | The Princess (Part V) | Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, | | | 654 |
| 255: | The Princess (Part VI) | My dream had never died or lived again. | | | 625 |
| 256: | The Princess (Part VII) | So was their sanctuary violated, | | | 632 |
| 257: | The Princess (Prologue) | Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day | | | 709 |
| 258: | The Princess (The Conclusion) | So closed our tale, of which I give you all | | | 604 |
| 259: | The Progress Of Spring | The groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, | | | 940 |
| 260: | The Revenge | At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay, | | | 1083 |
| 261: | The Ring | Mellow moon of heaven. | | | 834 |
| 262: | The Ringlet | Your ringlets, your ringlets, | | | 972 |
| 263: | The Roses On The Terrace | Rose, on this terrace fifty years ago, | | | 682 |
| 264: | The Sailor Boy | He rose at dawn and, fired with hope, | | | 704 |
| 265: | The Sea-Fairies | Slow sail’d the weary mariners and saw, | | | 664 |
| 266: | The Silent Voices | When the dumb Hour, clothed in black, | | | 1062 |
| 267: | The Sisters | We were two daughters of one race; | | | 724 |
| 268: | The Sisters (1880) | They have left the doors ajar; and by their clash, | | | 995 |
| 269: | The Sisters' Shame | We were two daughters of one race; | | | 1063 |
| 270: | The Skipping-Rope | Sure never yet was antelope | | | 974 |
| 271: | The Snowdrop | Many, many welcomes, | | | 649 |
| 272: | The Spinster’s Sweet-Arts | Milk for my sweet-arts, Bess! fur it mun be the time about now | | | 909 |
| 273: | The Spiteful Letter | Here, it is here, the close of the year, | | | 783 |
| 274: | The Splender Falls | The splendor falls on castle walls | | | 1028 |
| 275: | The Talking Oak | Once more the gate behind me falls; | | | 1011 |
| 276: | The Tears Of Heaven | Heaven weeps above the earth all night till morn, | | | 713 |
| 277: | The Third Of February, 1852 | My Lords, we heard you speak: you told us all | | | 697 |
| 278: | The Throstle | Summer is coming, summer is coming. | | | 1015 |
| 279: | The Tourney | Ralph would fight in Edith’s sight, | | | 928 |
| 280: | The Two Voices | A still small voice spake unto me, | | | 656 |
| 281: | The Victim | A plague upon the people fell, | | | 666 |
| 282: | The Village Wife | Ouse-keeper sent tha my lass, fur New Squire coom’d last night. | | | 917 |
| 283: | The Vision Of Sin | I had a vision when the night was late: | | | 695 |
| 284: | The Voice And The Peak | The voice and the Peak | | | 635 |
| 285: | The Voyage | We left behind the painted buoy | | | 981 |
| 286: | The Voyage Of Maeldune | I WAS the chief of the race—he had stricken my father dead— | | | 1060 |
| 287: | The Walk At Midnight | Soft, shadowy moon-beam! by the light | | | 641 |
| 288: | The Wanderer | The gleam of household sunshine ends, | | | 1046 |
| 289: | The Window | The lights and shadows fly! | | | 929 |
| 290: | The Wreck | Hide me, Mother! my Fathers belong’d to the church of old, | | | 922 |
| 291: | The ‘How’ And The ‘Why’ | I am any man’s suitor, | | | 964 |
| 292: | Tiresias | I wish I were as in the years of old | | | 862 |
| 293: | Tithonus | The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, | | | 899 |
| 294: | To Alfred Tennyson, My Grandson | Golden-hair’d Ally whose name is one with mine, | | | 656 |
| 295: | To Dante | King, that hast reign’d six hundred years, and grown | | | 1047 |
| 296: | To E. Fitzgerald: Tiresias | Old Fitz, who from your suburb grange, | | | 932 |
| 297: | To E.L., On His Travels In Greece | Illyrian woodlands, echoing falls | | | 680 |
| 298: | To H.R.H. Princess Beatrice | Two Suns of Love make day of human life, | | | 692 |
| 299: | To J.S. | The wind, that beats the mountain, blows | | | 660 |
| 300: | To Mary Boyle | Spring-flowers’! While you still delay to take | | | 721 |
| 301: | To One Who Ran Down The English | You make our faults too gross, and thence maintain | | | 898 |
| 302: | To Princess Frederica On Her Marriage | O you that were eyes and light to the King till he past away | | | 952 |
| 303: | To Professor Jebb | Fair things are slow to fade away, | | | 976 |
| 304: | To The Duke Of Argyll | O Patriot Statesman, be thou wise to know | | | 731 |
| 305: | To The Marquis Of Dufferin And Ava | At times our Britain cannot rest, | | | 708 |
| 306: | To The Master Of Balliol | Dear Master in our classic town, | | | 944 |
| 307: | To The Queen | O loyal to the royal in thyself, | | | 887 |
| 308: | To The Queen | Revered, beloved–O you that hold | | | 716 |
| 309: | To The Rev. F.D. Maurice | Come, when no graver cares employ, | | | 968 |
| 310: | To The Rev. W.H. Brookfield | Brooks, for they call’d you so that knew you best, | | | 1019 |
| 311: | To Ulysses* | Ulysses, much-experienced man, | | | 1049 |
| 312: | To Victor Hugo | Victor in Drama, Victor in Romance, | | | 993 |
| 313: | To Virgil | Roman Virgil, thou that singest | | | 895 |
| 314: | To W.C. Macready | Farewell, Macready, since to-night we part; | | | 998 |
| 315: | To... | You might have won the Poet’s name, | | | 685 |
| 316: | To... | I send you here a sort of allegory– | | | 735 |
| 317: | To... | Clear-headed friend, whose joyful scorn, | | | 758 |
| 318: | Tomorrow | Her, that yer Honour was spakin’ to? Whin, yer Honour? last year— | | | 886 |
| 319: | Ulysses | It little profits that an idle king, | | | 1041 |
| 320: | Vastness | Many a hearth upon our dark globe sighs | | | 1184 |
| 321: | Wages | Glory of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song, | | | 926 |
| 322: | Walking To The Mail | I’m glad I walk’d. How fresh the meadows look | | | 925 |
| 323: | Why Do They Prate Of The Blessings Of Peace | Why do they prate of the blessings of peace? we have made them a curse, | | | 840 |
| 324: | Will | O well for him whose will is strong! | | | 886 |
| 325: | Will Waterproof’s Lyrical Monologue | O plump head-waiter at The Cock, | | | 824 |
| 326: | You Ask Me, Why, Tho' Ill At Ease | You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease, | | | 842 |
| 327: | Œnone | There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier | | | 619 |
