| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Draught Of Sunshine | Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port, | | 41 | 1450 |
| 2: | A Galloway Song | Ah! ken ye what I met the day | | 43 | 1230 |
| 3: | A Party Of Lovers | Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, | | 23 | 1576 |
| 4: | A Prophecy : To George Keats In America | Tis the witching hour of night, | | 54 | 1241 |
| 5: | A Song About Myself | There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he, | | 118 | 1412 |
| 6: | Acrostic : Georgiana Augusta Keats | Give me your patience, sister, while I frame | | 21 | 1088 |
| 7: | An Extempore | When they were come into Faery's Court | | 95 | 1012 |
| 8: | Answer To A Sonnet By J.H.Reynolds | Dark eyes are dearer far | | 16 | 1028 |
| 9: | Asleep! O Sleep A Little While, White Pearl! | Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl! | | 7 | 1101 |
| 10: | Ben Nevis : A Dialogue | Upon my Life Sir Nevis I am pique'd | | 82 | 979 |
| 11: | Calidore: A Fragment | Young Calidore is paddling o'er the lake; | | 162 | 937 |
| 12: | Character Of Charles Brown | He is to weet a melancholy carle: | | 27 | 995 |
| 13: | Dawlish Fair | Over the hill and over the dale, | | 20 | 978 |
| 14: | Dedication To Leigh Hunt, Esq. | Glory and loveliness have pass'd away; | | 14 | 956 |
| 15: | Endymion: Book I | A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: | | 993 | 999 |
| 16: | Endymion: Book II | O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! | | 1026 | 846 |
| 17: | Endymion: Book III | There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men | | 1041 | 881 |
| 18: | Endymion: Book IV | Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! | | 1010 | 859 |
| 19: | Epistle To John Hamilton Reynolds | Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, | | 113 | 946 |
| 20: | Epistle To My Brother George | Full many a dreary hour have I past, | 1816 | 142 | 854 |
| 21: | Extracts From An Opera | O! were I one of the Olympian twelve, | | 76 | 918 |
| 22: | Faery Songs | Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! | | 38 | 1102 |
| 23: | Fancy | Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: | | 94 | 1222 |
| 24: | Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl | Fill for me a brimming bowl | | 28 | 929 |
| 25: | Fragment Of "The Castle Builder." | To-night I'll have my friar, let me think | | 48 | 883 |
| 26: | Fragment Of An Ode To Maia. Written On May Day 1818 | Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! | | 14 | 926 |
| 27: | Fragment: Modern Love | And what is love? It is a doll dress'd up | | 17 | 807 |
| 28: | Fragment: Welcome Joy, And Welcome Sorrow | Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, | | 33 | 753 |
| 29: | Fragment: Where's The Poet? | Where's the Poet? show him! show him, | | 15 | 799 |
| 30: | Give Me Women, Wine, And Snuff | Give me women, wine, and snuff | | 6 | 1024 |
| 31: | Hither, Hither, Love | Hither hither, love 'Tis a shady mead | | 24 | 720 |
| 32: | Hymn To Apollo | God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, | | 36 | 819 |
| 33: | Hyperion, A Vision : Attempted Reconstruction Of The Poem | Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave | | 503 | 682 |
| 34: | Hyperion. Book I | Deep in the shady sadness of a vale | | 357 | 773 |
| 35: | Hyperion. Book II | Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings | | 391 | 705 |
| 36: | Hyperion. Book III | Thus in altemate uproar and sad peace, | | 136 | 712 |
| 37: | I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill | I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, | | 242 | 697 |
| 38: | Imitation Of Spenser | Now Morning from her orient chamber came, | | 36 | 734 |
| 39: | Isabella; or, The Pot Of Basil | Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! | | 504 | 1176 |
| 40: | La Belle Dame Sans Merci | Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, | | 48 | 765 |
| 41: | Lamia | Upon a time, before the faery broods | | 708 | 1175 |
| 42: | Lines | Unfelt unheard, unseen, I've left my little queen, | | 18 | 752 |
| 43: | Lines On Seeing A Lock Of Milton's Hair | Chief of organic Numbers! Old Scholar of the Spheres! | | 41 | 811 |
| 44: | Lines On The Mermaid Tavern | Souls of Poets dead and gone, | | 26 | 1137 |
| 45: | Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford | The Gothic looks solemn, The plain Doric column | | 18 | 748 |
| 46: | Lines To Fanny | What can I do to drive away | | 57 | 833 |
| 47: | Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country | There is a charm in footing slow across a silent plain, | | 46 | 729 |
| 48: | Meg Merrilies | Old Meg she was a gypsy; And liv'd upon the moors: | | 30 | 749 |
| 49: | Ode | Bards of Passion and of Mirth, | | 40 | 1183 |
| 50: | Ode On A Grecian Urn | Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, | | 50 | 1191 |
| 51: | Ode On Indolence | One morn before me were three figures seen, | | 60 | 739 |
| 52: | Ode On Melancholy | No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist | | 30 | 1131 |
| 53: | Ode To A Nightingale | My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains | | 80 | 1214 |
| 54: | Ode To A Nightingale | My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains | | 80 | 758 |
| 55: | Ode To Apollo | In thy western halls of gold | | 47 | 916 |
| 56: | Ode To Autumn | Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, | | 33 | 739 |
| 57: | Ode To Fanny | Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood! | | 56 | 719 |
| 58: | Ode To Psyche | O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung | | 67 | 1077 |
| 59: | Ode. Written On The Blank Page Before Beaumont And Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid Of The Inn' | Bards of Passion and of Mirth, | | 40 | 769 |
| 60: | On A Dream | As Hermes once took to his feathers light | | 14 | 832 |
| 61: | On Death | Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, | | 8 | 888 |
| 62: | On Hearing The Bag-Pipe And Seeing "The Stranger" Played At Inverary | Of late two dainties were before me plac'd | | 13 | 742 |
| 63: | On Receiving A Curious Shell | Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem | | 44 | 769 |
| 64: | On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns | The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, | | 14 | 726 |
| 65: | Robin Hood | No! those days are gone away, | | 62 | 1105 |
| 66: | Sharing Eve's Apple | O Blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; | | 20 | 984 |
| 67: | Sleep And Poetry | As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete | | 412 | 908 |
| 68: | Song Of Four Faries | Happy, happy glowing fire! | | 119 | 961 |
| 69: | Song. I Had A Dove | I had a dove, and the sweet dove died; | | 10 | 1008 |
| 70: | Song: Hush, Hush! Tread Softly! | Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush my dear! | | 24 | 972 |
| 71: | Song: Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher's Works | Spirit here that reignest! Spirit here that painest! | | 20 | 946 |
| 72: | Sonnet I: To My Brother George | Many the wonders I this day have seen: | | 14 | 971 |
| 73: | Sonnet II: To ---- | Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs | | 14 | 1014 |
| 74: | Sonnet III: Written On The Day That Mr Leigh Hunt Left Prison | What though, for showing truth to flatter'd state, | | 14 | 840 |
| 75: | Sonnet IV: How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! | How many bards gild the lapses of time! | | 14 | 948 |
| 76: | Sonnet IX: Keen, Fitful Gusts Are | Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there | | 14 | 875 |
| 77: | Sonnet To Byron | Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody! | | 14 | 873 |
| 78: | Sonnet To Chatterton | O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate! | | 14 | 894 |
| 79: | Sonnet To George Keats: Written In Sickness | Brother belov'd if health shall smile again, | | 14 | 957 |
| 80: | Sonnet To Homer | Standing aloof in giant ignorance, | | 14 | 864 |
| 81: | Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds | O that a week could be an age, and we | | 14 | 835 |
| 82: | Sonnet To Mrs. Reynolds's Cat | Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric, | | 14 | 850 |
| 83: | Sonnet To Sleep | O soft embalmer of the still midnight! | | 14 | 790 |
| 84: | Sonnet To Spenser | Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine, | | 14 | 697 |
| 85: | Sonnet To The Nile | Son of the old Moon-mountains African! | | 14 | 713 |
| 86: | Sonnet V: To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses | As late I rambled in the happy fields, | | 14 | 906 |
| 87: | Sonnet VI: To G. A. W. | Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance! | | 14 | 720 |
| 88: | Sonnet VII: To Solitude | O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, | | 14 | 750 |
| 89: | Sonnet VIII: To My Brothers | Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals, | | 14 | 689 |
| 90: | Sonnet X: To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent | To one who has been long in city pent, | | 14 | 751 |
| 91: | Sonnet XI: On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer | Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, | | 14 | 747 |
| 92: | Sonnet XII: On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour | Give me a golden pen, and let me lean | | 14 | 828 |
| 93: | Sonnet XIII: Addressed To Haydon | High-mindedness, a jealousy for good, | | 14 | 703 |
| 94: | Sonnet XIV: Addressed To The Same (Haydon) | Great spirits now on earth are sojourning; | | 14 | 662 |
| 95: | Sonnet XV: On The Grasshopper And Cricket | The poetry of earth is never dead: | | 14 | 779 |
| 96: | Sonnet XVI: To Kosciusko | Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone | | 14 | 736 |
| 97: | Sonnet XVII: Happy Is England | Happy is England! I could be content | | 14 | 708 |
| 98: | Sonnet: A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paulo And Francesca | As Hermes once took to his feathers light, | | 14 | 824 |
| 99: | Sonnet: After Dark Vapors Have Oppress'd Our Plains | After dark vapors have oppress'd our plains | | 14 | 1124 |
| 100: | Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove | As from the darkening gloom a silver dove | | 14 | 999 |
| 101: | Sonnet: If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd | If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd, | | 14 | 838 |
| 102: | Sonnet: Oh! How I Love, On A Fair Summer's Eve | Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve, | | 14 | 1007 |
| 103: | Sonnet: On A Picture Of Leander. | Come hither all sweet Maidens soberly | | 14 | 757 |
| 104: | Sonnet: On Leigh Hunt's Poem 'The Story of Rimini.' | Who loves to peer up at the morning sun, | | 14 | 769 |
| 105: | Sonnet: On The Sea | It keeps eternal whisperings around | | 14 | 793 |
| 106: | Sonnet: The Day Is Gone | The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! | | 14 | 753 |
| 107: | Sonnet: The Human Seasons | Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; | | 14 | 762 |
| 108: | Sonnet: To A Lady Seen For A Few Moments At Vauxhall | Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb, | | 14 | 697 |
| 109: | Sonnet: To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown | Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear | | 14 | 886 |
| 110: | Sonnet: When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be | When I have fears that I may cease to be | | 14 | 775 |
| 111: | Sonnet: Why Did I Laugh Tonight? | Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell | | 14 | 761 |
| 112: | Sonnet: Written Before Re-Read King Lear | O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute! | | 14 | 737 |
| 113: | Sonnet: Written In Answer To A Sonnet By J. H. Reynolds | Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven, the domain | | 14 | 706 |
| 114: | Sonnet: Written In Disgust Of Vulgar Superstition | The church bells toll a melancholy round, | | 14 | 805 |
| 115: | Sonnet: Written On A Blank Page In Shakespeare's Poems, Facing 'A Lover's Complaint' | Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art | | 14 | 812 |
| 116: | Sonnet: Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer's Tale Of 'The Floure And The Lefe' | This pleasant tale is like a little copse: | | 14 | 781 |
| 117: | Sonnet: Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis | Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud | | 14 | 720 |
| 118: | Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem | Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry; | | 68 | 696 |
| 119: | Spenserian Stanza: Written At The Close Of Canto II, Book V, Of "The Faerie Queene" | In after-time, a sage of mickle lore | | 9 | 721 |
| 120: | Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown | He is to weet a melancholy carle: | | 27 | 745 |
| 121: | Staffa | Not Aladdin magian Ever such a work began; | | 51 | 693 |
| 122: | Stanzas To Miss Wylie | O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown, | | 20 | 690 |
| 123: | Stanzas: In A Drear-Nighted December | In drear-nighted December, | | 24 | 697 |
| 124: | Teignmouth: "Some Doggerel," Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon | Here all the summer could I stay, | | 43 | 738 |
| 125: | The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies: A Faery Tale - Unfinished. | In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool, | | 881 | 685 |
| 126: | The Devon Maid: Stanzas Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon | Where be ye going, you Devon maid? | | 16 | 2058 |
| 127: | The Eve Of Saint Mark. A Fragment | Upon a Sabbath-day it fell; | | 119 | 2212 |
| 128: | The Eve Of St. Agnes | St. Agnes’ Eve Ah, bitter chill it was! | | 336 | 1165 |
| 129: | The Gadfly | All gentle folks who owe a grudge | | 56 | 2152 |
| 130: | The Pot Of Basil; or, Isabella | Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! | | 504 | 1101 |
| 131: | This Living Hand | This living hand, now warm and capable | | 8 | 2656 |
| 132: | To ---- | Hadst thou liv'd in days of old, | | 68 | 1365 |
| 133: | To ----- | Think not of it, sweet one, so; | | 20 | 2419 |
| 134: | To Ailsa Rock | Hearken, thou craggy ocean pyramid! | | 14 | 1325 |
| 135: | To Autumn | Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, | | 33 | 1185 |
| 136: | To Charles Cowden Clarke | Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning, | | 132 | 1302 |
| 137: | To Fanny | I cry your mercy, pity, love! aye, love! | | 14 | 1344 |
| 138: | To George Felton Mathew | Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, | 1815 | 93 | 1314 |
| 139: | To Hope | When by my solitary hearth I sit, | 1815 | 48 | 1208 |
| 140: | To Some Ladies | What though while the wonders of nature exploring, | | 28 | 1174 |
| 141: | Translated From A Sonnet Of Ronsard | Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies | | 12 | 1220 |
| 142: | Two Or Three | Two or three Posies With two or three simples, | | 27 | 1161 |
| 143: | Two Sonnets On Fame | Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy | | 28 | 1189 |
| 144: | Two Sonnets: To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles | Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak | | 28 | 1150 |
| 145: | What The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds | O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind, | | 14 | 1225 |
| 146: | Woman! When I Behold Thee Flippant, Vain | Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, | | 42 | 1234 |
| 147: | Written In The Cottage Where Burns Was Born | This mortal body of a thousand days | | 14 | 1120 |
