| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | 0 Lord, How Happy! | O Lord, how happy is the time | | 48 | 474 |
| 2: | A Baby-Sermon | The lightning and thunder | | 4 | 1095 |
| 3: | A Better Thing | I took it for a bird of prey that soared | | 8 | 561 |
| 4: | A Birthday-Wish | Who know thee, love: thy life be such | | 4 | 526 |
| 5: | A Book Of Dreams. | I lay and dreamed. The Master came, | | 590 | 536 |
| 6: | A Book Of Dreams. | I lay and dreamed. The master came | | 748 | 447 |
| 7: | A Boy's Grief. | Ah me! in ages far away, | | 48 | 482 |
| 8: | A Broken Prayer | 0 Lord, my God, how long | | 216 | 497 |
| 9: | A Christmas Carol | Babe Jesus lay in Mary's lap, | | 20 | 488 |
| 10: | A Christmas Carol For 1862 | The skies are pale, the trees are stiff, | | 48 | 450 |
| 11: | A Christmas Prayer | Loving looks the large-eyed cow, | | 14 | 453 |
| 12: | A Cry | Lord, hear my discontent: all blank I stand, | | 28 | 475 |
| 13: | A Dead House. | When the clock hath ceased to tick | | 32 | 461 |
| 14: | A Dream Of Waking | A child was born in sin and shame, | | 56 | 433 |
| 15: | A Dream Song | I dreamed of a song--I heard it sung; | 1842 | 22 | 454 |
| 16: | A Dream Within A Dream. | Young, as the day's first-born Titanic brood, | | 641 | 468 |
| 17: | A Dream-Song | The stars are spinning their threads, | | 16 | 414 |
| 18: | A Father To A Mother | When God's own child came down to earth, | | 8 | 390 |
| 19: | A Fear | O Mother Earth, I have a fear | | 24 | 475 |
| 20: | A Gift. | My gift would find thee fast asleep, | | 24 | 391 |
| 21: | A Hidden Life. | Proudly the youth, by manhood sudden crowned, | | 1363 | 444 |
| 22: | A Lown Nicht | Rose o' my hert, | | 20 | 400 |
| 23: | A Make-Believe | I will think as thinks the rabbit: | | 163 | 418 |
| 24: | A Mammon-Marriage. | The croak of a raven hoar! | | 30 | 385 |
| 25: | A Manchester Poem | Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad. | | 262 | 390 |
| 26: | A Meditation Of St. Eligius | Queen Mary one day Jesus sent | | 36 | 441 |
| 27: | A Memorial Of Africa. | Upon a rock, high on a mountain side, | | 28 | 374 |
| 28: | A Mood | My thoughts are like fire-flies, pulsing in moonlight; | | 4 | 454 |
| 29: | A Noonday Melody | Everything goes to its rest; | | 24 | 412 |
| 30: | A Prayer | When I look back upon my life nigh spent, | | 8 | 408 |
| 31: | A Prayer | Thou who mad'st the mighty clock | | 16 | 408 |
| 32: | A Prayer For The Past | All sights and sounds of day and year, | | 120 | 381 |
| 33: | A Prayer For The Past. | Now far from my old northern land, | | 28 | 399 |
| 34: | A Prayer For The Past. | All sights and sounds of every year, | | 140 | 412 |
| 35: | A Prayer In Sickness. | Thou foldest me in sickness; | | 14 | 404 |
| 36: | A Prisoner | The hinges are so rusty | | 8 | 420 |
| 37: | A Sang O' Zion | Ane by ane they gang awa; | | 9 | 365 |
| 38: | A Song For Christmas | Hark, in the steeple the dull bell swinging | | 24 | 381 |
| 39: | A Song In A Dream. | I dreamed of a song, I heard it sung; | | 20 | 460 |
| 40: | A Song In The Night | I would I were an angel strong, | | 12 | 426 |
| 41: | A Song In The Night. | A brown bird sang on a blossomy tree, | | 20 | 509 |
| 42: | A Song Of Hope | I dinna ken what's come ower me! | | 30 | 512 |
| 43: | A Song Prayer | Lord Jesus, | | 36 | 410 |
| 44: | A Song-Sermon: | Would that thou hid me in the grave | | 14 | 420 |
| 45: | A Story Of The Sea-Shore. | I sought the long clear twilights of the North, | | 590 | 433 |
| 46: | A Thanksgiving For F. D. Maurice | The veil hath lifted and hath fallen; and him | | 36 | 379 |
| 47: | A Thanksgiving. | I Thank Thee, boundless Giver, | | 48 | 474 |
| 48: | A Vision Of St. Eligius | I see thy house, but I am blown about, | | 24 | 417 |
| 49: | A Winter Prayer. | Come through the gloom of clouded skies, | | 20 | 388 |
| 50: | A Year Song. | Sighing above, | | 30 | 371 |
| 51: | Abu Midjan | If I sit in the dust | | 276 | 348 |
| 52: | Abu Midjan. | It is only just | | 238 | 367 |
| 53: | After An Old Legend. | The monk was praying in his cell, | | 56 | 407 |
| 54: | After An Old Legend. | The monk was praying in his cell, | | 52 | 431 |
| 55: | After The Fashion Of An Old Emblem. | I have long enough been working down in my cellar, | | 28 | 382 |
| 56: | After Thomas Kempis | Who follows Jesus shall not walk | | 82 | 379 |
| 57: | An Autumn Song | Are the leaves falling round about | | 18 | 440 |
| 58: | An Evening Prayer | I am a bubble | | 16 | 428 |
| 59: | An Improvisation | The stars cleave the sky. | | 16 | 393 |
| 60: | An Old Sermon With A New Text | My wife contrived a fleecy thing | | 72 | 381 |
| 61: | An Old Story | In the ancient house of ages, | | 64 | 386 |
| 62: | An Old Story. | They were parted at last, although | | 8 | 443 |
| 63: | Angels | Came of old to houses lonely | | 4 | 487 |
| 64: | Annie She's Dowie | Annie she's dowie, and Willie he's wae: | | 8 | 412 |
| 65: | Antiphon | Daylight fades away. | | 48 | 420 |
| 66: | Appeal | If in my arms I bore my child, | | 12 | 406 |
| 67: | Approaches | When thou turn'st away from ill, | | 14 | 387 |
| 68: | At My Window After Sunset | Heaven and the sea attend the dying day, | 1890 | 48 | 422 |
| 69: | Autumn Song | Autumn clouds are flying, flying | | 40 | 371 |
| 70: | Autumn's Gold | Along the tops of all the yellow trees, | | 14 | 436 |
| 71: | Awake! | The stars are all watching; | | 30 | 430 |
| 72: | Baby. | Where did you come from, baby dear? | | 24 | 446 |
| 73: | Bedtime | Come, children, put away your toys; | | 18 | 398 |
| 74: | Bell Upon Organ. | It's all very well, | | 29 | 355 |
| 75: | Better Things | Better to smell the violet | | 36 | 380 |
| 76: | Better Things | Better to smell a violet, | | 48 | 345 |
| 77: | Bird-Songs. | I will sing a song, | | 36 | 380 |
| 78: | Blessed Are The Meek, For They Shall Inherit The Earth | A quiet heart, submissive, meek, | | 32 | 377 |
| 79: | Blind Bartimeus | As Jesus went into Jericho town, | | 24 | 440 |
| 80: | Blind Sorrow | My life is drear; walking I labour sore; | | 16 | 424 |
| 81: | Born Of Water | Methought I stood among the stars alone, | | 14 | 402 |
| 82: | Brother Artist! | Brother artist, help me; come! | | 52 | 368 |
| 83: | By The Cradle. | Close her eyes: she must not peep! | | 20 | 362 |
| 84: | Christmas Day And Every Day | Star high, | | 8 | 442 |
| 85: | Christmas Day, 1850 | Beautiful stories wed with lovely days | | 14 | 388 |
| 86: | Christmas Meditation | He who by a mother's love | | 10 | 373 |
| 87: | Christmas Prayer. | Cold my heart, and poor, and low, | | 8 | 438 |
| 88: | Christmas Song Of The Old Children | Well for youth to seek the strong, | 1891 | 42 | 376 |
| 89: | Christmas, 1873 | Christmas-Days are still in store: | | 24 | 371 |
| 90: | Christmas, 1880. | Great-hearted child, thy very being The Son, | | 35 | 359 |
| 91: | Christmas, 1884 | Though in my heart no Christmas glee, | | 12 | 421 |
| 92: | Christmas-Day, 1878 | I think I might be weary of this day | | 18 | 367 |
| 93: | Cleaning The Windows. | Wash the window; rub it dry; | | 32 | 394 |
| 94: | Come Down | Still am I haunting | | 8 | 378 |
| 95: | Come To Me | Come to me, come to me, O my God; | | 28 | 412 |
| 96: | Come Unto Me | Come unto me, the Master says: | | 28 | 415 |
| 97: | Coming | When the snow is on the earth | | 16 | 403 |
| 98: | Confidence | Lie down upon the ground, thou hopeless one! | | 14 | 371 |
| 99: | Consider The Ravens | Lord, according to thy words, | | 55 | 402 |
| 100: | Contrition | Out of the gulf into the glory, | | 30 | 388 |
| 101: | De Profundis | When I am dead unto myself, and let, | | 24 | 349 |
| 102: | Death | Mourn not, my friends, that we are growing old: | | 14 | 400 |
| 103: | Death | When in the bosom of the eldest night | | 32 | 354 |
| 104: | Death And Birth | Tis the midnight hour; I heard | | 129 | 355 |
| 105: | Death And Birth. | Tis the midnight hour; I heard | | 394 | 374 |
| 106: | Death. | Yes, there is one who makes us all lay down | | 14 | 450 |
| 107: | Death. | When, like a garment flung aside at night, | | 40 | 372 |
| 108: | Dejection | O Father, I am in the dark, | | 16 | 550 |
| 109: | Dorcas | If I might guess, then guess I would | | 24 | 385 |
| 110: | Doubt Heralding Vision. | An angel saw me sitting by a brook, | | 14 | 379 |
| 111: | Dr. Doddridge's Dog | My little dog, who blessed you | | 28 | 357 |
| 112: | Drawing Water. | Dark, as if it would not tell, | | 36 | 381 |
| 113: | Eine Kleine Predigt | Graut Euch nicht, Ihr lieben Leute, | | 4 | 421 |
| 114: | Equity | No bird can sing in tune but that the Lord | | 14 | 576 |
| 115: | Evening Hymn | O God, whose daylight leadeth down | | 16 | 396 |
| 116: | Evil Influence | Tis not the violent hands alone that bring | | 14 | 415 |
| 117: | Failure | Farewell, O Arm of the Lord! | | 6 | 424 |
| 118: | Faith | Earth, if aught should check thy race, | | 16 | 403 |
| 119: | False Prophets. | Would-be prophets tell us | | 16 | 314 |
| 120: | Far And Near | Blue sky above, blue sea below, | | 44 | 343 |
| 121: | Far And Near. | Blue sunny skies above; below, | | 48 | 420 |
| 122: | Fate | Oft, as I rest in quiet peace, am I | | 14 | 381 |
| 123: | Fighting | Here is a temple strangely wrought: | | 28 | 362 |
| 124: | First Sight Of The Sea | I do remember how, when very young, | | 14 | 379 |
| 125: | Foolish Children | Waking in the night to pray, | | 24 | 372 |
| 126: | For Where Your Treasure Is, There Will Your Heart Be Also. | The miser lay on his lonely bed; | | 42 | 368 |
| 127: | Forgiveness | God gives his child upon his slate a sum | | 6 | 378 |
| 128: | From Home | Some men there are who cannot spare | | 12 | 449 |
| 129: | From North Wales: To The Mother | When the summer gave us a longer day, | | 32 | 317 |
| 130: | From Novalis | Uplifted is the stone | | 32 | 375 |
| 131: | Gaein And Comin | Whan Andrew frae Strathbogie gaed | | 24 | 386 |
| 132: | Galileo | And yet it moves!" Ah, Truth, where wert thou then | | 14 | 441 |
| 133: | George Rolleston | Dead art thou? No more dead than was the maid | | 12 | 408 |
| 134: | God In Growth. | I said, I will arise and work some thing, | | 14 | 390 |
| 135: | God; Not Gift | Gray clouds my heaven have covered o'er; | | 24 | 394 |
| 136: | Going To Sleep | Little one, you must not fret | | 20 | 365 |
| 137: | Granny Canty. | What maks ye sae canty, granny dear? | | 36 | 403 |
| 138: | Greitna, Father | Greitna, father, that I'm gauin, | | 24 | 425 |
| 139: | Halloween | Sweep up the flure, Janet; | | 88 | 380 |
| 140: | Hame | The warl it's dottit wi' hames | | 40 | 404 |
| 141: | Hard Times | I am weary, and very lonely, | | 17 | 363 |
| 142: | He Heeded Not | Of whispering trees the tongues to hear, | | 84 | 337 |
| 143: | Him Wi' The Bag. | Ance was a woman wha's hert was gret; | | 28 | 389 |
| 144: | Hom. Il. V. 403. | If thou art tempted by a thought of ill, | | 14 | 399 |
| 145: | Home From The Wars | A tattered soldier, gone the glow and gloss, | | 4 | 454 |
| 146: | Hope And Patience | An unborn bird lies crumpled and curled, | | 6 | 393 |
| 147: | Hope Deferred | Summer is come again. The sun is bright, | 1845 | 60 | 366 |
| 148: | Hope Deferred | Where is thy crown, O tree of Love? | | 8 | 385 |
| 149: | How Shall He Sing Who Hath No Song | How shall he sing who hath no song? | | 38 | 369 |
| 150: | Hunger | Father, I cry to thee for bread | | 16 | 362 |
| 151: | Hymn For A Sick Girl | Father, in the dark I lay, | | 24 | 328 |
| 152: | I Ken Something. | What gars ye sing sae, birdie, | | 20 | 368 |
| 153: | I Know What Beauty Is | I know what beauty is, for thou | | 36 | 367 |
| 154: | I See Thee Not | Yes, Master, when thou comest thou shalt find | | 24 | 326 |
| 155: | I Would I Were A Child | I would I were a child, | | 52 | 425 |
| 156: | I Would I Were A Child. | I would I were a child, | | 56 | 403 |
| 157: | If I Were A Monk, And Thou Wert A Nun | If I were a monk, and thou wert a nun, | | 66 | 360 |
| 158: | In A Churchyard. | There may be seeming calm above, but no! | | 14 | 381 |
| 159: | In Bonds | Of the poor bird that cannot fly | | 12 | 354 |
| 160: | In February | Now in the dark of February rains, | | 14 | 368 |
| 161: | In Memorium - Lady Caroline Charteris | The mountain-stream may humbly boast | | 24 | 356 |
| 162: | In The Night | As to her child a mother calls, | | 24 | 454 |
| 163: | In The Winter | In the winter, flowers are springing; | | 40 | 380 |
| 164: | King Cole | King Cole he reigned in Aureoland, | | 68 | 388 |
| 165: | Legend Of The Corrievrechan | Prince Breacan of Denmark was lord of the strand | | 76 | 323 |
| 166: | Lessons For A Child | There breathes not a breath of the summer air | | 94 | 369 |
| 167: | Lessons For A Child. | There breathes not a breath of the morning air, | | 89 | 334 |
| 168: | Let Your Light So Shine. | Sometimes, O Lord, thou lightest in my head | | 16 | 360 |
| 169: | Life Or Death? | Is there a secret Joy, that may not weep, | | 14 | 365 |
| 170: | Life-Weary | O Thou that walkest with nigh hopeless feet | | 12 | 341 |
| 171: | Light | First-born of the creating Voice! | | 292 | 442 |
| 172: | Light. | First-born of the creating Voice! | | 266 | 373 |
| 173: | Little Bo-Peep | Little Bo-Peep, she has lost her sheep, | | 64 | 325 |
| 174: | Little Boy Blue. | Little Boy Blue lost his way in a wood | | 168 | 344 |
| 175: | Little Elfie | I have a puppet-jointed child, | | 44 | 393 |
| 176: | Little Elfie. | I have an elfish maiden child; | | 40 | 377 |
| 177: | Longing | My heart is full of inarticulate pain, | | 36 | 362 |
| 178: | Longing. | Away from the city's herds! | | 24 | 423 |
| 179: | Lost And Found. | I missed him when the sun began to bend; | | 14 | 394 |
| 180: | Lost But Safe | Lost the little one roams about, | | 8 | 377 |
| 181: | Love Is Home | Love is the part, and love is the whole; | | 30 | 393 |
| 182: | Love Is Strength | Love alone is great in might, | | 20 | 369 |
| 183: | Love's History | Love, the baby, | | 28 | 408 |
| 184: | Love's Ordeal. | Hear'st thou that sound upon the window pane? | | 302 | 382 |
| 185: | Love's Ordeal; | Know'st thou that sound upon the window pane?" | | 302 | 353 |
| 186: | Lycabas: | O ye months of the year, | | 133 | 360 |
| 187: | Marriage Song | They have no more wine!" she said. | | 30 | 386 |
| 188: | Master And Boy. | WHO is this little one lying, | | 20 | 351 |
| 189: | Mirls | The stars are steady abune; | | 24 | 394 |
| 190: | Morning Hymn | O Lord of life, thy quickening voice | | 24 | 382 |
| 191: | Mother Nature. | Beautiful mother is busy all day, | | 12 | 384 |
| 192: | Much And More | When thy heart, love-filled, grows graver, | | 8 | 313 |
| 193: | My Eyes Make Pictures. | Fair morn, I bring my greeting | | 56 | 448 |
| 194: | My Heart | Night, with her power to silence day, | | 54 | 376 |
| 195: | My Heart Thy Lark | Why dost thou want to sing | | 16 | 487 |
| 196: | My Heart. | I heard, in darkness, on my bed, | | 60 | 378 |
| 197: | My Room | Tis a little room, my friend | | 296 | 374 |
| 198: | My Room. To G.E.M. | Tis a little room, my friend; | | 372 | 415 |
| 199: | My Two Geniuses | One is a slow and melancholy maid; | | 42 | 396 |
| 200: | Nannie Braw | I like ye weel upo Sundays, Nannie, | | 44 | 378 |
| 201: | Nature A Moral Power | Nature, to him no message dost thou bear | | 14 | 410 |
| 202: | New Year's Eve: A Waking Dream | I have not any fearful tale to tell | | 176 | 350 |
| 203: | No End Of No-Story | There is a river | | 213 | 335 |
| 204: | No Sign | O Lord, if on the wind, at cool of day, | | 32 | 395 |
| 205: | Noontide Hymn | I love thy skies, thy sunny mists, | | 16 | 346 |
| 206: | Not Understood. | Tumultuous rushing o'er the outstretched plains; | | 14 | 372 |
| 207: | November, 1851 | What dost thou here, O soul, | | 264 | 387 |
| 208: | O Do Not Leave Me | O do not leave me, mother, lest I weep; | | 12 | 381 |
| 209: | O Lassie Ayont The Hill | O lassie ayont the hill, | | 54 | 457 |
| 210: | O Wind Of God. | O wind of God, that blowest in the mind, | | 14 | 397 |
| 211: | Obedience | Trust him in the common light; | | 10 | 345 |
| 212: | Of One Who Died In Spring | Loosener of springs, he died by thee! | | 4 | 395 |
| 213: | Of The Son Of Man | I honour Nature, holding it unjust | 1852 | 210 | 377 |
| 214: | Oh That A Wind | Oh that a wind would call | | 32 | 375 |
| 215: | Oh Thou Of Little Faith! | Sad-hearted, be at peace: the snowdrop lies | | 12 | 400 |
| 216: | On A December Day | This is the sweetness of an April day; | | 28 | 352 |
| 217: | On A Midge | Whence do ye come, ye creatures? Each of you | | 14 | 346 |
| 218: | On The Source Of The Arve | Hears't thou the dash of water, loud and hoarse, | | 14 | 376 |
| 219: | One With Nature | I have a fellowship with every shade | | 14 | 343 |
| 220: | Our Ship | Had I a great ship coming home, | | 8 | 384 |
| 221: | Ower The Hedge | Bonny lassie, rosy lassie, | | 62 | 368 |
| 222: | Picture Songs. | A pale green sky is gleaming; | | 54 | 413 |
| 223: | Power. | Power that is not of God, however great, | | 14 | 379 |
| 224: | Prayer | We doubt the word that tells us: Ask, | | 8 | 404 |
| 225: | Professor Noctutus. | Nobody knows the world but me. | | 24 | 368 |
| 226: | Provision | Above my head the great pine-branches tower; | | 14 | 435 |
| 227: | Punishment | Mourner, that dost deserve thy mournfulness, | | 14 | 392 |
| 228: | Quiet Dead! | Quiet, quiet dead, | | 44 | 419 |
| 229: | Reciprocity | Her mother, Elfie older grown, | 1892 | 16 | 469 |
| 230: | Rejoice | Rejoice," said the Sun; "I will make thee gay | | 28 | 360 |
| 231: | Rest | When round the earth the Father's hands | | 64 | 369 |
| 232: | Reverence Waking Hope | A power is on me, and my soul must speak | | 14 | 403 |
| 233: | Riddles. | I have only one foot, but thousands of toes; | | 45 | 396 |
| 234: | Rondel | I follow, tottering, in the funeral train | | 14 | 381 |
| 235: | Rondel | Heart, thou must learn to do without | | 14 | 406 |
| 236: | Rondel | I do not know thy final will, | | 14 | 362 |
| 237: | Room To Roam | Strait is the path? He means we must not roam? | | 2 | 417 |
| 238: | Sabbath Bells | Oh holy Sabbath bells, | 1840 | 20 | 395 |
| 239: | Said And Did | Said the boy as he read, "I too will be bold, | | 16 | 398 |
| 240: | Saint Peter | O Peter, wherefore didst thou doubt? | | 40 | 460 |
| 241: | Second Sight. | Rich is the fancy which can double back | | 14 | 376 |
| 242: | Shadows. | All things are shadows of thee, Lord; | | 20 | 454 |
| 243: | Shall The Dead Praise Thee? | I cannot praise thee. By his instrument | | 28 | 382 |
| 244: | Sharing | On the far horizon there | | 44 | 371 |
| 245: | Shew Us The Father | Shew us the Father." Chiming stars of space, | | 14 | 337 |
| 246: | Sir Lark And King Sun. | Good morrow, my lord!" in the sky alone | | 42 | 369 |
| 247: | Sleep | Oh! is it Death that comes | | 45 | 409 |
| 248: | Smoke | Lord, I have laid my heart upon thy altar | | 12 | 413 |
| 249: | Somnium Mystici | Quiet I lay at last, and knew no more | | 660 | 341 |
| 250: | Song | Lighter and sweeter | | 4 | 444 |
| 251: | Song | She loves thee, loves thee not! | | 14 | 378 |
| 252: | Song | Why do the houses stand | | 14 | 408 |
| 253: | Song | I was very cold | | 24 | 405 |
| 254: | Song Of A Poor Pilgrim | Roses all the rosy way! | | 28 | 382 |
| 255: | Song Of The Innocents | Merry, merry we well may be, | | 10 | 358 |
| 256: | Song Of The Saints And Angels | Gordon, the self-refusing, | 1885 | 20 | 388 |
| 257: | Song Of The Waiting Dead | With us there is no gray fearing, | | 16 | 324 |
| 258: | Song-Prayer: After King David. | I shall be satisfied | | 65 | 354 |
| 259: | Song-Sermon | Mercy to thee, O Lord, belongs, | | 8 | 369 |
| 260: | Song-Sermon | In his arms thy silly lamb, | | 8 | 345 |
| 261: | Song-Sermon. | Lord, what is man | | 8 | 326 |
| 262: | Songs Of The Autumn Days | We bore him through the golden land, | | 64 | 324 |
| 263: | Songs Of The Autumn Nights | O night, send up the harvest moon | | 64 | 360 |
| 264: | Songs Of The Spring Days | A gentle wind, of western birth | | 64 | 376 |
| 265: | Songs Of The Spring Nights | The flush of green that dyed the day | | 64 | 352 |
| 266: | Songs Of The Summer Days | A glory on the chamber wall! | | 64 | 352 |
| 267: | Songs Of The Summer Nights | The dreary wind of night is out, | | 64 | 355 |
| 268: | Songs Of The Winter Days | The sky has turned its heart away, | | 64 | 345 |
| 269: | Songs Of The Winter Nights | Back shining from the pane, the fire | | 64 | 403 |
| 270: | Sonnet. (Exodus xxxiii. 18-23.) | I do beseech Thee, God, show me thy face. | | 14 | 361 |
| 271: | Sonnet. About Jesus. I. | If Thou hadst been a sculptor, what a race | | 14 | 440 |
| 272: | Sonnet. About Jesus. II. | There, Buonarotti, stands thy statue. Take | | 14 | 376 |
| 273: | Sonnet. About Jesus. III. | Some men I have beheld with wonderment, | | 14 | 404 |
| 274: | Sonnet. About Jesus. IV. | If Thou hadst been a painter, what fresh looks, | | 14 | 358 |
| 275: | Sonnet. About Jesus. IX. | So if Thou hadst been scorned in human eyes, | | 14 | 357 |
| 276: | Sonnet. About Jesus. V. | But I have looked on pictures made by man, | | 14 | 471 |
| 277: | Sonnet. About Jesus. VI. | And is not Earth thy living picture, where | | 14 | 390 |
| 278: | Sonnet. About Jesus. VII. | If Thou hadst been a Poet! On my heart | | 14 | 353 |
| 279: | Sonnet. About Jesus. VIII. | Thou wouldst have led us through the twilight land | | 14 | 375 |
| 280: | Sonnet. About Jesus. X. | But as Thou earnest forth to bring the Poor, | | 14 | 363 |
| 281: | Sonnet. About Jesus. XI. | The eye was shut in men; the hearing ear | | 14 | 417 |
| 282: | Sonnet. About Jesus. XII. | So highest poets, painters, owe to Thee | | 14 | 421 |
| 283: | Sonnet. About Jesus. XIII. | So, as Thou wert the seed and not the flower, | | 14 | 357 |
| 284: | Sonnet. About Jesus. XIV. | All divine artists, humble, filial, | | 14 | 360 |
| 285: | Sonnet. About Jesus. XV. | Men may pursue the Beautiful, while they | | 14 | 419 |
| 286: | Sonnet. About Jesus. XVI. | And yet I fear lest men who read these lines, | | 14 | 446 |
| 287: | Sonnet. About Jesus. XVII | The highest marble Sorrow vanishes | | 14 | 391 |
| 288: | Sonnet. About Jesus. XVIII. | Thou art before me, and I see no more | | 14 | 397 |
| 289: | Sonnet. To A.M.D. | Methinks I see thee, lying calm and low, | | 14 | 358 |
| 290: | Sonnets I. | They say that lonely sorrows do not chance. | | 14 | 415 |
| 291: | Sonnets II. | I went to listen to my teacher friend. | | 14 | 353 |
| 292: | Sonnets III. | I, strengthened, left him. Next in a close place, | | 14 | 353 |
| 293: | Sonnets IV. | And there I found him whom I went to find, | | 14 | 379 |
| 294: | Spoken Of Several Philosophers | I pray you, all ye men who put your trust | | 14 | 330 |
| 295: | Spring Song | Days of old, | | 8 | 428 |
| 296: | Steadfast | Here stands a giant stone from whose far top | | 14 | 415 |
| 297: | Subsidy | If thou wouldst live the Truth in very deed, | | 14 | 334 |
| 298: | Sudden Calm | There is a bellowing in me, as of might | | 14 | 382 |
| 299: | Summer | Summer, sweet Summer, many-fingered Summer! | | 14 | 426 |
| 300: | Summer Song | Murmuring, 'twixt a murmur and moan, | | 24 | 409 |
| 301: | Sun And Moon. | First came the red-eyed sun as I did wake; | | 14 | 454 |
| 302: | Sunday | A dim, vague shrinking haunts my soul, | | 95 | 403 |
| 303: | Sweeping The Floor. | Sweep and sweep and sweep the floor, | | 16 | 382 |
| 304: | Sympathy | Grief held me silent in my seat; | | 32 | 375 |
| 305: | Tell Me. | Traveller, what lies over the hill? | | 60 | 343 |
| 306: | That Holy Thing. | They all were looking for a king | | 12 | 383 |
| 307: | The Asthmatic Man To The Satan That Binds Him | Satan, avaunt! | | 42 | 380 |
| 308: | The Auld Fisher | There was an auld fisher, he sat by the wa', | | 26 | 370 |
| 309: | The Auld Man's Prayer | Lord, I'm an auld man, | | 104 | 427 |
| 310: | The Aurora Borealis | Now have I grown a sharpness and an edge | | 14 | 402 |
| 311: | The Beloved Disciple | One do I see and twelve; but second there | | 28 | 390 |
| 312: | The Bonny, Bonny Dell | Oh! the bonny, bonny dell, whaur the yorlin sings, | | 60 | 426 |
| 313: | The Burnie | The water ran doon frae the heich hope-heid, | | 35 | 356 |
| 314: | The Burnt Offering. | Is there a man on earth, who, every night, | | 14 | 458 |
| 315: | The Carpenter | 0 Lord, at Joseph's humble bench | | 28 | 413 |
| 316: | The Child-Mother | Heavily slumbered noonday bright | | 132 | 360 |
| 317: | The Child-Mother. | Heavily lay the warm sunlight | | 138 | 405 |
| 318: | The Children's Heaven. | The infant lies in blessed ease | | 48 | 383 |
| 319: | The Christmas Child | Little one, who straight hast come | | 8 | 396 |
| 320: | The Clock Of The Universe | A clock aeonian, steady and tall, | | 98 | 433 |
| 321: | The Consoler - On An Engraving Of Scheffer's Christus Consolator. | What human form is this? what form divine? | | 45 | 344 |
| 322: | The Coorse Cratur. | The Lord gaed wi' a crood o' men | | 32 | 348 |
| 323: | The Dawn | And must I ever wake, gray dawn, to know | | 14 | 430 |
| 324: | The Dead Hand | The witch lady walked along the strand, | | 32 | 450 |
| 325: | The Death Of The Old Year. | The weary Old Year is dead at last; | | 184 | 353 |
| 326: | The Deil's Forhooit His Ain | The Deil's forhooit his ain, his ain! | | 81 | 364 |
| 327: | The Diary Of An Old Soul - Complete | Sweet friends, receive my offering. You will find | | 2582 | 502 |
| 328: | The Diary Of An Old Soul. - April. | LORD, I do choose the higher than my will. | | 210 | 361 |
| 329: | The Diary Of An Old Soul. - August. | SO shall abundant entrance me be given | | 217 | 391 |
| 330: | The Diary Of An Old Soul. - December. | I AM a little weary of my life | | 217 | 377 |
| 331: | The Diary Of An Old Soul. - Dedication | Sweet friends, receive my offering. You will find | | 7 | 371 |
| 332: | The Diary Of An Old Soul. - February. | I TO myself have neither power nor worth, | | 203 | 406 |
| 333: | The Diary Of An Old Soul. - January. | LORD, what I once had done with youthful might, | | 217 | 383 |
| 334: | The Diary Of An Old Soul. - July. | ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep! | | 217 | 494 |
| 335: | The Diary Of An Old Soul. - June. | FROM thine, as then, the healing virtue goes | | 210 | 380 |
| 336: | The Diary Of An Old Soul. - March. | THE song birds that come to me night and morn, | | 217 | 372 |
| 337: | The Diary Of An Old Soul. - May. | WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thing | | 217 | 354 |
| 338: | The Diary Of An Old Soul. - November | THOU art of this world, Christ. Thou know'st it all; | | 210 | 314 |
| 339: | The Diary Of An Old Soul. - October. | REMEMBER, Lord, thou hast not made me good. | | 217 | 355 |
| 340: | The Diary Of An Old Soul. - September. | WE are a shadow and a shining, we! | | 210 | 389 |
| 341: | The Diver. | Which of you, knight or squire, will dare | | 162 | 359 |
| 342: | The Donkey In The Cart To The Horse In The Carriage | I say! hey! cousin there! I mustn't call you brother! | | 42 | 421 |
| 343: | The Dwellers Therein | Down a warm alley, early in the year, | | 14 | 352 |
| 344: | The Early Bird. | A little bird sat on the edge of her nest; | | 48 | 589 |
| 345: | The Failing Track | Where went the feet that hitherto have come? | | 24 | 363 |
| 346: | The Father's Worshippers | Tis we, not in thine arms, who weep and pray; | | 2 | 404 |
| 347: | The Flower-Angels | Of old, with goodwill from the skies | | 24 | 391 |
| 348: | The Foolish Harebell | A harebell hung her wilful head: | | 38 | 361 |
| 349: | The Girl That Lost Things | There was a girl that lost things | | 88 | 379 |
| 350: | The Giver. | To give a thing and take again | | 12 | 433 |
| 351: | The Goal | In God alone, the perfect end, | | 2 | 424 |
| 352: | The Golden Key. | From off the earth the vapours curled, | | 64 | 377 |
| 353: | The Grace Of Grace | Had I the grace to win the grace | | 16 | 397 |
| 354: | The Haunted House | This must be the very night! | | 210 | 432 |
| 355: | The Healer | They come to thee, the halt, the maimed, the blind, | | 24 | 406 |
| 356: | The Herd And The Mavis | What gars ye sing," said the herd-laddie, | | 46 | 333 |
| 357: | The Hills. | Behind my father's cottage lies | | 48 | 386 |
| 358: | The Hills. | Behind my father's house there lies | | 54 | 385 |
| 359: | The Holy Midnight | Ah, holy midnight of the soul, | | 12 | 359 |
| 360: | The Holy Snowdrops. | Of old, with goodwill from the skies, | | 16 | 353 |
| 361: | The Home Of Death | Death, whaur do ye bide, auld Death?" | | 24 | 355 |
| 362: | The Homeless Ghost | Through still, bare streets, and cold moonshine | | 259 | 360 |
| 363: | The Homeless Ghost. | Still flowed the music, flowed the wine. | | 212 | 524 |
| 364: | The Human. | Within each living man there doth reside, | | 14 | 340 |
| 365: | The Journey. | Hark, the rain is on my roof! | | 132 | 428 |
| 366: | The Lark And The Wind. | In the air why such a ringing? | | 8 | 359 |
| 367: | The Last Wooin | O lat me in, my bonny lass! | | 80 | 315 |
| 368: | The Laverock | Laverock i' the lift, | | 83 | 361 |
| 369: | The Lily Of The Valley | There is not any weed but hath its shower, | | 14 | 441 |
| 370: | The Lost House | Out of thy door I run to do the thing | | 15 | 329 |
| 371: | The Lost Soul | Look! look there! | | 81 | 423 |
| 372: | The Lost Soul. | Brothers, look there! | | 114 | 380 |
| 373: | The Man Of Songs. | Thou wanderest in the land of dreams, | | 12 | 348 |
| 374: | The Mermaid | Up cam the tide wi' a burst and a whush, | | 76 | 374 |
| 375: | The Mistletoe. | Kiss me: there now, little Neddy, | | 87 | 353 |
| 376: | The Moon. | She comes! again she comes, the bright-eyed moon! | | 14 | 364 |
| 377: | The New Year | Be welcome, year! with corn and sickle come; | | 8 | 391 |
| 378: | The Old Castle | The brother knew well the castle old, | | 17 | 355 |
| 379: | The Old Garden | I stood in an ancient garden | | 156 | 385 |
| 380: | The Owl And The Bell. | Bing, Bim, Bang, Bome! | | 78 | 381 |
| 381: | The Pinafore | When peevish flaws his soul have stirred | | 40 | 358 |
| 382: | The Prism | A pool of broken sunbeams lay | | 40 | 504 |
| 383: | The Prophet | Speak, Prophet of the Lord! We may not start | | 14 | 426 |
| 384: | The Sang O' The Auld Fowk. | Doon cam the sunbeams, and up gaed the stour, | | 20 | 411 |
| 385: | The Sangreal | Through the wood the sunny day | | 227 | 373 |
| 386: | The Shadows | My little boy, with smooth, fair cheeks, | | 24 | 370 |
| 387: | The Sheep And The Goat | The thousand streets of London gray | | 50 | 344 |
| 388: | The Sleepless Jesus | Tis time to sleep, my little boy: | | 45 | 319 |
| 389: | The Souls' Rising. | See how the storm of life ascends | | 134 | 349 |
| 390: | The Sparrow | O Lord, I cannot but believe | | 60 | 366 |
| 391: | The Talk Of The Echoes - A Fragment. | When the cock crows loud from the glen, | | 22 | 318 |
| 392: | The Temple Of God | In the desert by the bush, | | 20 | 341 |
| 393: | The Thank Offering. | My little child receives my gift, | | 24 | 345 |
| 394: | The Thank-Offering | My Lily snatches not my gift; | | 24 | 403 |
| 395: | The Thankless Lady | It is May, and the moon leans down at night | | 32 | 369 |
| 396: | The Thorn In The Flesh. | Within my heart a worm had long been hid. | | 31 | 406 |
| 397: | The Three Horses | What shall I be?--I will be a knight | | 192 | 372 |
| 398: | The Tree's Prayer | Alas, 'tis cold and dark! | | 36 | 450 |
| 399: | The True | I envy the tree-tops that shake so high | | 14 | 385 |
| 400: | The Twa Baubees. | Stately, lang-robit, an' steppin at ease, | | 8 | 417 |
| 401: | The Twa Gordons | There was John Gordon an' Archibold, | | 176 | 389 |
| 402: | The Unseen Model | Forth to his study the sculptor goes | | 66 | 366 |
| 403: | The Waesome Carl | There cam a man to oor toon-en', | | 99 | 382 |
| 404: | The Wakeful Sleeper | When things are holding wonted pace | | 60 | 338 |
| 405: | The Watcher | From out a windy cleft there comes a gaze | | 14 | 352 |
| 406: | The Wind And The Moon | Said the Wind to the Moon, "I will blow you out! | | 66 | 360 |
| 407: | The Wind Of The World | Chained is the Spring. The Night-wind bold | | 8 | 341 |
| 408: | The Word Of God | Where the bud has never blown | | 8 | 370 |
| 409: | The Yerl O' Waterydeck | The wind it blew, and the ship it flew, | | 124 | 358 |
| 410: | They Are Blind | They are blind, and they are dead: | 1852 | 28 | 354 |
| 411: | This Side An' That. | The rich man sat in his father's seat | | 24 | 327 |
| 412: | This World | Thy world is made to fit thine own, | | 48 | 333 |
| 413: | Thou Also | Cry out upon the crime, and then let slip | | 14 | 377 |
| 414: | Thy Heart | Make not of thy heart a casket, | | 4 | 414 |
| 415: | Time | A lang-backit, spilgie, fuistit auld carl | | 32 | 429 |
| 416: | Time And Tide | As I was walkin on the strand, | | 60 | 385 |
| 417: | To ---- | I cannot write old verses here, | | 20 | 352 |
| 418: | To A Certain Critic | Such guests as you, sir, were not in my mind | | 8 | 384 |
| 419: | To A February Primrose | I know not what among the grass thou art, | | 14 | 413 |
| 420: | To A Sister | A fresh young voice that sings to me | | 24 | 386 |
| 421: | To A Thunder-Cloud. | Oh, melancholy fragment of the night | | 14 | 369 |
| 422: | To A. J. Scott | I walked all night: the darkness did not yield. | | 33 | 339 |
| 423: | To A. J. Scott | When, long ago, the daring of my youth | 1857 | 17 | 321 |
| 424: | To A.J. Scott. | Thus, once, long since, the daring of my youth | 1857 | 17 | 335 |
| 425: | To An Autograph-Hunter | Seek not my name--it doth no virtue bear; | | 16 | 364 |
| 426: | To Any Friend | If I did seem to you no more | | 20 | 344 |
| 427: | To Any One | Go not forth to call Dame Sorrow | | 6 | 366 |
| 428: | To Aurelio Saffi | To God and man be simply true; | | 16 | 410 |
| 429: | To Aurelio Saffi. | To God and man be simply true: | | 16 | 328 |
| 430: | To E. G., Dedicating A Book | A broken tale of endless things, | | 12 | 406 |
| 431: | To G. M. T | The sun is sinking in the west, | | 28 | 340 |
| 432: | To Gordon, Leaving Khartoum. | The silence of traitorous feet! | | 36 | 313 |
| 433: | To June | Ah, truant, thou art here again, I see! | | 14 | 374 |
| 434: | To Lady Noel Byron | Men sought, ambition's thirst to slake, | | 8 | 377 |
| 435: | To My Aging Friends | It is no winter night comes down | | 24 | 312 |
| 436: | To My Father. | Take of the first fruits, Father, of thy care, | 1857 | 28 | 351 |
| 437: | To My God | Oh how oft I wake and find | | 4 | 372 |
| 438: | To My Lord And Master | Imagination cannot rise above thee; | | 4 | 455 |
| 439: | To My Mother Earth | 0 Earth, Earth, Earth, | | 100 | 383 |
| 440: | To My Sister, On Her Twenty-First Birthday. | Old fables are not all a lie | | 36 | 356 |
| 441: | To My Sister. | O sister, God is very good | | 48 | 342 |
| 442: | To One Unsatisfied | When, with all the loved around thee, | | 4 | 384 |
| 443: | To The Clouds. | Through the unchanging heaven, as ye have sped, | | 14 | 360 |
| 444: | To The Life Eternal | Thou art my thought, my heart, my being's fortune, | | 4 | 362 |
| 445: | To The Same (Lady Noel Byron ) | Dead, why defend thee, who in life | | 8 | 310 |
| 446: | To-Morrow | My TO-MORROW is but a flitting | | 12 | 403 |
| 447: | Translations. - A Parable.(From Novalis.) (From The Disciples At Sais) | Long ago, there lived far to the west a very young man, | | 14 | 322 |
| 448: | Translations. - Contentment. (From Claudius.) | I am content. In triumph's tone | | 36 | 331 |
| 449: | Translations. - Death. (Luther's Song-Book.) | In the midst of life, we are | | 42 | 294 |
| 450: | Translations. - Die Heimkehr. (From Heine.) | They have company this evening, | | 24 | 327 |
| 451: | Translations. - Die Nordsee (From Heine.) | High in heaven the sun was glowing, | | 44 | 353 |
| 452: | Translations. - Expectation And Fulfilment. (From Schiller.) | Thousand-masted, mighty float, | | 4 | 301 |
| 453: | Translations. - Friend And Foe. (From Schiller.) | Dear is my friend, but my foe too | | 4 | 434 |
| 454: | Translations. - Hope. (From Schiller.) | Men talk with their lips and dream with their soul | | 18 | 308 |
| 455: | Translations. - Knight Toggenburg. (From Schiller.) | True love, knight, as to a brother, | | 80 | 342 |
| 456: | Translations. - Knowledge. (From Schiller.) | To this man, 'tis a goddess tall, | | 4 | 281 |
| 457: | Translations. - Legend. (From Goethe.) | While yet unknown, and very low, | | 64 | 264 |
| 458: | Translations. - Longing. (From Schiller.) | Ah, from out this valley hollow, | | 32 | 297 |
| 459: | Translations. - My Faith. (From Schiller.) | Which religion I profess? | | 4 | 318 |
| 460: | Translations. - Of Life At Court. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Who number one | | 68 | 345 |
| 461: | Translations. - Sayings Of Confucius. (From Schiller.) | Threefold is of Time the tread: | | 32 | 302 |
| 462: | Translations. - Song Of The Lonely. (From The German) | Son, first-born, at home abiding! | | 12 | 282 |
| 463: | Translations. - The Castle On The Mountain. (From Goethe.) | Up there, upon yonder mountain, | | 52 | 309 |
| 464: | Translations. - The Diver (From Schiller.) | Which of you, knight or squire, will dare | | 162 | 297 |
| 465: | Translations. - The Dream. (From Uhland.) | In a garden sweet went walking | | 12 | 311 |
| 466: | Translations. - The Mother By The Cradle. (From Claudius.) | Sleep, baby boy, sleep sweet, secure; | | 16 | 320 |
| 467: | Translations. - The Philosophers. (From Schiller.) | The principle whence everything | | 54 | 287 |
| 468: | Translations. - The Praise Of God. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Unto the seer, Isaiah, it was given | | 32 | 451 |
| 469: | Translations. - The Words Of Faith. (From Schiller.) | Three words I will tell you, of meaning full: | | 60 | 331 |
| 470: | Translations. - A Children'S Song, To Sing Against The Two Archenemies Of Christ And His Holy Church, The Pope And The Turks. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Lord, keep us by thy word in hope, | | 12 | 346 |
| 471: | Translations. - A Song Concerning The Two Martyrs Of Christ, Burnt At Brussels By The Sophists Of Loubaine, Which Took Place In The Year 1523. (Luther's Song-Book.) | A new song here shall be begun | | 108 | 315 |
| 472: | Translations. - A Song Of Praise For Easter. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Jesus Christ, our Saviour true | | 15 | 320 |
| 473: | Translations. - A Song of Praise for the Birth of our Lord Jesus Christ. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Praised be thou, O Jesus Christ, | | 35 | 291 |
| 474: | Translations. - A Song Of Praise. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Now let us pray the Holy Ghost, | | 20 | 340 |
| 475: | Translations. - A Song Of Praise. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Let God be blest, be praised, and be thanked, | | 30 | 315 |
| 476: | Translations. - A Song Of St. John Huss, Improved By Dr. Martin Luther. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Christ Jesus, our Redeemer born, | | 40 | 386 |
| 477: | Translations. - A Song Of Thanksgiving For The Benefits Most Great Which God Hath Shown To Us In Christ. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Dear Christians, let us now rejoice, | | 70 | 302 |
| 478: | Translations. - A Song Of The Holy Christian Church, From The Twelfth Chapter Of The Apocalypse. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Her, the worthy maid, my heart doth hold, | | 36 | 322 |
| 479: | Translations. - A Song Of The Little Child Jesus, For Children At Christmas. Taken Out Of The Second Chapter Of The Gospel Of St. Luke. (Luther's Song-Book.) | From heaven high I come to you, | | 60 | 323 |
| 480: | Translations. - A Spiritual Song, Concerning Our Holy Baptism, Wherein Is Briefly Contained What It Is, Who Has Instituted It, Whereto It Serves, &C. (Luther's Song-Book.) | To Jordan when our Lord had gone, | | 63 | 379 |
| 481: | Translations. - Advent. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Come, saviour of nations wild, | | 32 | 268 |
| 482: | Translations. - Another Christ-Song. (Luther's Song-Book.) | From heaven the angel-troop come near | | 24 | 328 |
| 483: | Translations. - Christmas. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Jesus we now must laud and sing, | | 32 | 431 |
| 484: | Translations. - Dame Music. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Of all the joys earth possesses, | | 40 | 347 |
| 485: | Translations. - Easter. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Death held our Lord in prison | | 49 | 301 |
| 486: | Translations. - Epiphany. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Herod, why dreadest thou a foe | | 20 | 329 |
| 487: | Translations. - Hymns To The Night. (From Novalis.) | Before all the wondrous shows of the widespread space around him | | 189 | 413 |
| 488: | Translations. - Lieder. (From Heine.) | Thy little hand lay on my bosom, dear: | | 8 | 392 |
| 489: | Translations. - Lyrisches Intermezzo. Lxiv. (From Heine.) | Night lay upon mine eyelids; | | 44 | 290 |
| 490: | Translations. - Lyrisches Intermezzo. Xli. (From Heine.) | I dreamt of the daughter of a king, | | 12 | 286 |
| 491: | Translations. - Lyrisches Intermezzo. Xlv. (From Heine.) | In the sunny summer morning | | 8 | 351 |
| 492: | Translations. - Lyrisches Intermezzo. Xxxviii. (From Heine.) | The phantoms of times forgotten | | 24 | 266 |
| 493: | Translations. - Milton's Italian Poems. I. | O Lady fair, whose honoured name doth grace | | 51 | 301 |
| 494: | Translations. - Milton's Italian Poems. Ii. | As in the twilight brown, on hillside bare, | | 14 | 422 |
| 495: | Translations. - Milton's Italian Poems. Iii. Canzone. | Ladies, and youths that in their favour bask, | | 15 | 358 |
| 496: | Translations. - Milton's Italian Poems. Iv. | Diodati--and I muse to tell the tale | | 14 | 306 |
| 497: | Translations. - Milton's Italian Poems. V. | Certes, my lady sweet, your blessed eyes | | 14 | 318 |
| 498: | Translations. - Milton's Italian Poems. VI. | A modest youth, in love a simpleton, | | 14 | 367 |
| 499: | Translations. - Part I. Sonnet Lix. (From Petrarch.) | I am so weary with the burden old | | 14 | 349 |
| 500: | Translations. - Part Ii. Sonnet Lxxv. (From Petrarch.) | The elect angels and the souls in bliss, | | 14 | 297 |
| 501: | Translations. - Pentecost. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Come, God, Creator, Holy Ghost, | | 55 | 349 |
| 502: | Translations. - Poems. (From Goethe.) | Poems are painted window-panes: | | 13 | 299 |
| 503: | Translations. - Psyches Mourning. (From Von Salis-Seewis.) | Psyche moans, in deep-sunk, darksome prison, | | 36 | 296 |
| 504: | Translations. - Simeon The Patriarch's Song Of Praise. (Luther's Song-Book.) | In peace and joy I now depart, | | 48 | 322 |
| 505: | Translations. - Spiritual Songs.(From Novalis.) | Without thee, what were life or being! | | 578 | 322 |
| 506: | Translations. - The Commandments. (Luther's Song-Book.) | These are the holy ten commands | | 85 | 296 |
| 507: | Translations. - The Creed. (Luther's Song-Book.) | In one true God we all believe, | | 30 | 320 |
| 508: | Translations. - The Fourteenth Psalm. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Although the fools say with their mouth: | | 42 | 302 |
| 509: | Translations. - The Fourty-Sixth Psalm. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Our God he is a castle strong, | | 36 | 297 |
| 510: | Translations. - The Grave. (From Von Salis-Seewis.) | The grave is deep and soundless, | | 20 | 290 |
| 511: | Translations. - The Hundred And Thirtieth Psalm. (Luther's Song-Book.) | From trouble deep I cry to thee; | | 35 | 332 |
| 512: | Translations. - The Hundred And Twenty-Eighth Psalm. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Happy who in God's fear doth stay, | | 20 | 369 |
| 513: | Translations. - The Hundred And Twenty-Fourth Psalm. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Were God not with us all the time | | 21 | 321 |
| 514: | Translations. - The Litany. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Lord God, the Father in heaven, | | 69 | 352 |
| 515: | Translations. - The Lord's Prayer, Briefly And Plainly Set Forth, And Turned Into Metre. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Our Father in the heaven who art, | | 54 | 327 |
| 516: | Translations. - The Lost Church. (From Uhland.) | In the far forest, overhead, | | 64 | 310 |
| 517: | Translations. - The Metaphysician. (From Schiller.) | How far the world lies under me! | | 12 | 317 |
| 518: | Translations. - The Sixty-Seventh Psalm. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Would that the Lord would grant us grace, | | 27 | 298 |
| 519: | Translations. - The Song Of Praise "Te Teum Laudamus," Turned Into German By Dr. Mart. Luther. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Thee, Father, eternal God, | | 96 | 340 |
| 520: | Translations. - The Trinity. (Luther's Song-Book.) | God, the Father, with us be, | | 30 | 341 |
| 521: | Translations. - The Tryst. (From Schiller.) | That was the sound of the wicket! | | 64 | 286 |
| 522: | Translations. - The Twelfth Psalm. (Luther's Song-Book.) | Ah God, from heaven look down and view; | | 42 | 333 |
| 523: | Translations. - Three Pairs And One. (From Genestet.) | You have two ears--and but one mouth: | | 12 | 305 |
| 524: | Travellers' Song | Bands of dark and bands of light | | 16 | 336 |
| 525: | Triolet | Oh that men would praise the Lord | | 8 | 312 |
| 526: | Triolet | Few in joy's sweet riot | | 8 | 349 |
| 527: | Triolet | I'm a puir man I grant, | | 8 | 315 |
| 528: | Triolet. | When the heart is a cup | | 8 | 330 |
| 529: | Truth, Not Form! | I came upon a fountain on my way | | 14 | 290 |
| 530: | Two In One | Were thou and I the white pinions | | 16 | 326 |
| 531: | Two Rondels | When, in the mid-sea of the night, | | 28 | 311 |
| 532: | Unrest | Comes there, O Earth, no breathing time for thee, | | 14 | 316 |
| 533: | Up And-Down. | The sun is gone down | | 16 | 330 |
| 534: | Up In The Tree | What would you see, if I took you up | | 16 | 317 |
| 535: | Waiting | I waited for the Master | | 8 | 391 |
| 536: | Waiting | Lie, little cow, and chew thy cud, | | 6 | 388 |
| 537: | Washing The Clothes. | This is the way we wash the clo'es | | 16 | 334 |
| 538: | Were I A Skilful Painter. | Were I a skilful painter, | | 40 | 329 |
| 539: | Wha's My Neibour? | Doon frae Jerus'lem a traveller took | | 36 | 327 |
| 540: | What Makes Summer? | Winter froze both brook and well; | | 132 | 362 |
| 541: | What Man Is There Of You? | The homely words how often read! | | 16 | 318 |
| 542: | What The Auld Fowk Are Thinkin | The bairns i' their beds, worn oot wi' nae wark, | | 20 | 367 |
| 543: | What The Lord Saith | Trust my father, saith the eldest-born; | | 20 | 292 |
| 544: | When The Storm Was Proudest | When the storm was proudest, | | 30 | 389 |
| 545: | Who Lights The Fire? | Who lights the fire--that forth so gracefully | | 14 | 354 |
| 546: | Who Would Have Thought? | Who would have thought that even an idle song | | 14 | 286 |
| 547: | Wild Flowers | Content Primroses, | | 77 | 304 |
| 548: | Willie's Question | Is it wrong, the wish to be great, | | 278 | 331 |
| 549: | Win' That 'Blaws | Win' that blaws the simmer plaid | | 40 | 326 |
| 550: | Winter Song | They were parted then at last? | | 8 | 323 |
| 551: | With A Copy Of "In Memoriam." | Dear friend, you love the poet's song, | | 52 | 296 |
| 552: | Words In The Night | I woke at midnight, and my heart, | | 80 | 354 |
| 553: | Written For One In Sore Pain | Shepherd, on before thy sheep, | | 20 | 371 |
| 554: | Written On A Stormy Night. | O wild and dark! a night hath found me now | | 14 | 346 |
| 555: | Zacchaeus | To whom the heavy burden clings, | | 28 | 408 |
