| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Child Asleep | How he sleepeth! having drunken | | 60 | 1132 |
| 2: | A Curse For A Nation | I heard an angel speak last night, | | 119 | 993 |
| 3: | A Dead Rose | O Rose! who dares to name thee? | | 32 | 1042 |
| 4: | A Man's Requirements | Love me Sweet, with all thou art, | | 44 | 1010 |
| 5: | A Musical Instrument | What was he doing, the great god Pan, | | 42 | 964 |
| 6: | A Sea-Side Walk | We walked beside the sea | | 35 | 1090 |
| 7: | A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed | If God compel thee to this destiny, | | 14 | 944 |
| 8: | A Woman's Shortcomings | She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, | | 40 | 1003 |
| 9: | A Year's Spinning | He listened at the porch that day, | | 35 | 1332 |
| 10: | Adequacy | Now, by the verdure on thy thousand hills, | | 14 | 1284 |
| 11: | An Apprehension | If all the gentlest-hearted friends I know | | 14 | 1443 |
| 12: | Aurora Leigh: Book Eighth | One eve it happened, when I sat alone, | | 1315 | 1214 |
| 13: | Aurora Leigh: Book Fifth | Aurora Leigh, be humble. Shall I hope | | 1333 | 1223 |
| 14: | Aurora Leigh: Book Fourth | They met still sooner. 'Twas a year from thence | | 1275 | 1260 |
| 15: | Aurora Leigh: Book Ninth | I prayed your cousin Leigh to take you this: | | 990 | 1201 |
| 16: | Aurora Leigh: Book One | Of writing many books there is no end; | | 1176 | 1243 |
| 17: | Aurora Leigh: Book Seventh | The woman's motive? shall we daub ourselves | | 1353 | 1273 |
| 18: | Aurora Leigh: Book Sixth | The English have a scornful insular way | | 1328 | 1230 |
| 19: | Aurora Leigh: Book Three | To-day thou girdest up thy loins thyself | | 1288 | 1316 |
| 20: | Aurora Leigh: Book Two | Times followed one another. Came a morn | | 1319 | 1235 |
| 21: | Bianca Among The Nightingales | The cypress stood up like a church | | 144 | 1196 |
| 22: | Change Upon Change | Five months ago the stream did flow, | | 22 | 1323 |
| 23: | Cheerfulness Taught By Reason | I think we are too ready with complaint | | 14 | 1281 |
| 24: | Chorus Of Eden Spirits | Hearken, oh hearken! let your souls behind you | | 40 | 1263 |
| 25: | Comfort | Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet | | 14 | 1358 |
| 26: | Consolation | All are not taken; there are left behind | | 14 | 1262 |
| 27: | De Profundis | The face, which, duly as the sun, | | 120 | 1327 |
| 28: | Discontent | Light human nature is too lightly tost | | 14 | 1286 |
| 29: | Exaggeration | We overstate the ills of life, and take | | 14 | 885 |
| 30: | From ‘The Soul’s Travelling’ | God, God! With a child’s voice I cry, | | 31 | 923 |
| 31: | Futurity | And, O beloved voices, upon which | | 14 | 871 |
| 32: | Grief | I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; | | 14 | 910 |
| 33: | How do I Love thee? | How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. | | 14 | 1192 |
| 34: | Human Life’s Mystery | We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, | | 60 | 855 |
| 35: | Insufficiency | When I attain to utter forth in verse | | 14 | 810 |
| 36: | Irreparableness | I have been in the meadows all the day | | 14 | 803 |
| 37: | Lord Walter's Wife | But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, | | 54 | 795 |
| 38: | Minstrelsy | For ever, since my childish looks | | 48 | 783 |
| 39: | Mother And Poet | Dead! One of them shot by the sea in the east, | | 100 | 859 |
| 40: | My Heart And I | Enough! we're tired, my heart and I. | | 49 | 1030 |
| 41: | On A Portrait Of Wordsworth By B. R. Haydon | Wordsworth upon Helvellyn! Let the cloud | | 14 | 836 |
| 42: | Only A Curl | Friends of faces unknown and a land | | 70 | 845 |
| 43: | Pain In Pleasure | A thought ay like a flower upon mine heart, | | 14 | 951 |
| 44: | Past And Future | My future will not copy fair my past | | 14 | 887 |
| 45: | Patience Taught By Nature | O dreary life,' we cry, 'O dreary life!' | | 14 | 943 |
| 46: | Perplexed Music | Experience, like a pale musician, holds | | 14 | 897 |
| 47: | Sonnets From The Portuguese I | I thought once how Theocritus had sung | | 14 | 1186 |
| 48: | Sonnets From The Portuguese II | But only three in all God’s universe | | 14 | 1119 |
| 49: | Sonnets From The Portuguese III | Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! | | 14 | 1101 |
| 50: | Sonnets From The Portuguese IV | Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, | | 14 | 1099 |
| 51: | Sonnets From The Portuguese IX | Can it be right to give what I can give? | | 14 | 1060 |
| 52: | Sonnets From The Portuguese V | I lift my heavy heart up solemnly, | | 14 | 1141 |
| 53: | Sonnets From The Portuguese VI | Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand | | 14 | 1138 |
| 54: | Sonnets From The Portuguese VII | The face of all the world is changed, I think, | | 14 | 1083 |
| 55: | Sonnets From The Portuguese VIII | What can I give thee back, O liberal | | 14 | 1146 |
| 56: | Sonnets From The Portuguese X | Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed | | 14 | 1076 |
| 57: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XI | And therefore if to love can be desert, | | 14 | 979 |
| 58: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XII | Indeed this very love which is my boast, | | 14 | 1002 |
| 59: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XIII | And wilt thou have me fashion into speech | | 14 | 1012 |
| 60: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XIV | If thou must love me, let it be for nought | | 14 | 1016 |
| 61: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XIX | The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandize; | | 14 | 959 |
| 62: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XL | Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours! | | 14 | 816 |
| 63: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XLI | I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, | | 14 | 781 |
| 64: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XLII | My future will not copy fair my past, | | 14 | 799 |
| 65: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XLIII | How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. | | 14 | 866 |
| 66: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XLIV | Belovëd, thou hast brought me many flowers | | 14 | 814 |
| 67: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XV | Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear | | 14 | 1066 |
| 68: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XVI | And yet, because thou overcomest so, | | 14 | 1035 |
| 69: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XVII | My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes | | 14 | 1004 |
| 70: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XVIII | I never gave a lock of hair away | | 14 | 1033 |
| 71: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XX | Belovëd, my Belovëd, when I think | | 14 | 988 |
| 72: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXI | Say over again, and yet once over again, | | 14 | 851 |
| 73: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXII | When our two souls stand up erect and strong, | | 14 | 792 |
| 74: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXIII | Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, | | 14 | 854 |
| 75: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXIV | Let the world’s sharpness like a clasping knife | | 14 | 849 |
| 76: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXIX | I think of thee! my thoughts do twine and bud | | 14 | 874 |
| 77: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXV | A heavy heart, Belovëd, have I borne | | 14 | 837 |
| 78: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXVI | I lived with visions for my company | | 14 | 793 |
| 79: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXVII | My own Belovëd, who hast lifted me | | 14 | 770 |
| 80: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXVIII | My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! | | 14 | 818 |
| 81: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXX | I see thine image through my tears to-night, | | 14 | 823 |
| 82: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXXI | Thou comest! all is said without a word. | | 14 | 764 |
| 83: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXXII | The first time that the sun rose on thine oath | | 14 | 789 |
| 84: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXXIII | Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear | | 14 | 813 |
| 85: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXXIV | With the same heart, I said, I’ll answer thee | | 14 | 771 |
| 86: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXXIX | Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace | | 14 | 808 |
| 87: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXXV | If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange | | 14 | 790 |
| 88: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXXVI | When we met first and loved, I did not build | | 14 | 811 |
| 89: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXXVII | Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make | | 14 | 813 |
| 90: | Sonnets From The Portuguese XXXVIII | First time he kissed me, he but only kissed | | 14 | 859 |
| 91: | Substitution | When some beloved voice that was to you | | 14 | 768 |
| 92: | Tears | Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not | | 14 | 893 |
| 93: | The Autumn | Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, | | 40 | 940 |
| 94: | The Best Thing In The World | What's the best thing in the world? | | 10 | 891 |
| 95: | The Cry Of The Children | Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, | | 160 | 901 |
| 96: | The Deserted Garden | I mind me in the days departed, | | 112 | 812 |
| 97: | The House Of Clouds | I would build a cloudy House | | 104 | 867 |
| 98: | The Lady's Yes | Yes!" I answered you last night; "No!" this morning, Sir, I say! | | 28 | 850 |
| 99: | The Look | The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word, | | 14 | 778 |
| 100: | The Meaning Of The Look | I think that look of Christ might seem to say | | 14 | 792 |
| 101: | The North And The South | Now give us lands where the olives grow," | | 35 | 786 |
| 102: | The Poet And The Bird | Said a people to a poet "Go out from among us straightway! | | 12 | 1017 |
| 103: | The Prisoner | I count the dismal time by months and years | | 14 | 851 |
| 104: | The Romaunt Of Margret (Excerpts) | My lips do need thy breath, My lips do need thy smile, | | 31 | 829 |
| 105: | The Runaway Slave At Pilgrim's Point | I stand on the mark beside the shore | | 253 | 787 |
| 106: | The Seraph And The Poet | The seraph sings before the manifest | | 14 | 853 |
| 107: | The Soul's Expression | With stammering lips and insufficient sound | | 14 | 928 |
| 108: | The Two Sayings | Two savings of the Holy Scriptures beat | | 14 | 858 |
| 109: | The Weakest Thing | Which is the weakest thing of all Mine heart can ponder? | | 24 | 819 |
| 110: | To | Mine is a wayward lay; And, if its echoing rhymes I try to string, | | 32 | 1208 |
| 111: | To Flush, My Dog | Loving friend, the gift of one, | | 120 | 858 |
| 112: | To George Sand: A Desire | Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man, | | 14 | 1239 |
| 113: | To George Sand: A Recognition | True genius, but true woman! dost deny | | 14 | 1219 |
| 114: | Work | What are we set on earth for? Say, to toil; | | 14 | 1239 |
| 115: | Work And Contemplation | The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel | | 14 | 1358 |
