| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Caution To Poets | What poets feel not, when they make, | | 4 | 1184 |
| 2: | A Dream | Was it a dream? We sail’d, I thought we sail’d, | | 36 | 1125 |
| 3: | A Farewell | My Horse's feet beside the lake, | | 88 | 834 |
| 4: | A Modern Sappho | They are gone: all is still: Foolish heart, dost thou quiver? | | 40 | 844 |
| 5: | A Nameless Epitaph | This sentence have I left behind: | | 11 | 905 |
| 6: | A Picture At Newstead | What made my heart, at Newstead, fullest swell? | | 14 | 801 |
| 7: | A Southern Night | The sandy spits, the shore-lock’d lakes, | | 140 | 790 |
| 8: | A Summer Night | In the deserted, moon-blanched street, | | | 1196 |
| 9: | A Wish | I ask not that my bed of death | | | 1239 |
| 10: | Absence | In this fair stranger’s eyes of grey | | 20 | 1127 |
| 11: | Alaric at Rome | Unwelcome shroud of the forgotten dead, | 1840 | 269 | 997 |
| 12: | Anti-Desperation | Long fed on boundless hopes, O race of man, | | 14 | 1055 |
| 13: | Apollo | Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, | | 52 | 797 |
| 14: | Apollo Musagetes | Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, | | | 1114 |
| 15: | Austerity Of Poetry | That son of Italy who tried to blow, | | 14 | 992 |
| 16: | Bacchanalia | The evening comes, the fields are still. | | | 975 |
| 17: | Bacchanalia Or The New Age | The evening comes, the fields are still. | | | 859 |
| 18: | Balder Dead (An Episode) | So on the floor lay Balder dead; and round | 1835 | 1230 | 779 |
| 19: | Cadmus And Harmonia | Far, far from here, | | | 937 |
| 20: | Calais Sands | A thousand knights have rein’d their steeds | | 36 | 854 |
| 21: | Consolation | Mist clogs the sunshine. | | | 829 |
| 22: | Courage | True, we must tame our rebel will: | | 28 | 936 |
| 23: | Cromwell | High fate is theirs, ye sleepless waves, whose ear | 1843 | 245 | 731 |
| 24: | Desire | Thou, who dost dwell alone; | | | 909 |
| 25: | Despondency | The thoughts that rain their steady glow | | 8 | 835 |
| 26: | Destiny | Why each is striving, from of old, | | 8 | 882 |
| 27: | Dover Beach | The sea is calm tonight. | | | 902 |
| 28: | Early Death And Fame | For him who must see many years, | | 19 | 824 |
| 29: | East And West | In the bare midst of Anglesey they show | | 14 | 761 |
| 30: | East London | Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead | | | 827 |
| 31: | Empedocles On Etna - A Dramatic Poem | I think, will not be here this hour. | | 1197 | 732 |
| 32: | Epilogue To Lessing’s Laocoön | One Morn as through Hyde Park we walk’d. | | 210 | 705 |
| 33: | Excuse | I too have suffer’d: yet I know | | 32 | 824 |
| 34: | Faded Leaves | Still glides the stream, slow drops the boat | | 95 | 994 |
| 35: | Fragment Of An ‘Antigone’ | Well hath he done who hath seiz’d happiness. | | 108 | 832 |
| 36: | Fragment Of Chorus Of A Dejaneira | O frivolous mind of man, | | 31 | 893 |
| 37: | From The Hymn Of Empedocles | Is it so small a thing | | | 834 |
| 38: | Funeral | The gods held talk together, group’d in knots, | | | 812 |
| 39: | Growing Old | What is it to grow old? | | | 884 |
| 40: | Haworth Churchyard | Where, under Loughrigg, the stream | 1855 | 190 | 874 |
| 41: | Hayeswater | A region desolate and wild. | | | 784 |
| 42: | Heine’s Grave | Henri Heine’, , ’tis here! | | 232 | 841 |
| 43: | Horatian Echo | Omit, omit, my simple friend, | 1847 | 36 | 860 |
| 44: | Human Life | What mortal, when he saw, | | 30 | 838 |
| 45: | Immortality | Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn, | | | 836 |
| 46: | In Utrumque Paratus | If, in the silent mind of One all-pure, | | 42 | 696 |
| 47: | Indifference | I must not say that thou wert true, | | 28 | 743 |
| 48: | Iseult Of Brittany | A year had flown, and o’er the sea away, | | 234 | 700 |
| 49: | Iseult Of Ireland | Raise the light, my page! that I may see her. | | 191 | 714 |
| 50: | Isolation - To Marguerite | We were apart; yet, day by day, | | | 798 |
| 51: | Journey To The Dead | Forth from the East, up the ascent of Heaven, | | 310 | 789 |
| 52: | Lines Written By A Death-Bed | Yes, now the longing is o’erpast, | | 41 | 757 |
| 53: | Lines Written In Kensington Gardens | In this lone, open glade I lie, | | | 803 |
| 54: | Longing | Come to me in my dreams, and then | | | 875 |
| 55: | Marsyas | As the sky-brightening south-wind clears the day, | | 70 | 775 |
| 56: | Memorial Verses - April 1850 | Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, | | | 831 |
| 57: | Men Of Genius | Silent, the Lord of the world | | 30 | 718 |
| 58: | Monica’s Last Prayer | Oh could thy grave at home, at Carthage, be!’ | | 14 | 769 |
| 59: | Morality | We cannot kindle when we will | | | 834 |
| 60: | Mycerinus | Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, | | | 787 |
| 61: | Obermann | In front the awful Alpine track | | 184 | 727 |
| 62: | Obermann Once More | Glion? Ah, twenty years, it cuts | | | 828 |
| 63: | On The Rhine | Vain is the effort to forget. | | 25 | 743 |
| 64: | Palladium | Set where the upper streams of Simois flow | | | 996 |
| 65: | Parting | Ye storm-winds of Autumn | | 90 | 736 |
| 66: | Philomela | Hark! ah, the nightingale | | | 1025 |
| 67: | Pis-Aller | Man is blind because of sin; | | 12 | 673 |
| 68: | Poems - The New Edition - Preface | In two small volumes of Poems, published anonymously, one in 1849, | | 30 | 841 |
| 69: | Power Of Youth | And they remember With piercing untold anguish | | 7 | 868 |
| 70: | Progress | The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. | | | 967 |
| 71: | Quiet Work | One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, | | | 1056 |
| 72: | Rachel | In paris all look’d hot and like to fade. | | 42 | 774 |
| 73: | Religious Isolation | Children (as such forgive them) have I known, | | 14 | 743 |
| 74: | Requiescat | Strew on her roses, roses, | | | 966 |
| 75: | Resignation | To die be given us, or attain! | | 276 | 733 |
| 76: | Revolutions | Before Man parted for this earthly strand, | | 20 | 677 |
| 77: | Richmond Hill | Murmur of living! Stir of existence | | 10 | 706 |
| 78: | Rugby Chapel | Coldly, sadly descends | | | 916 |
| 79: | Saint Brandan | Saint Brandan sails the northern main; | | | 975 |
| 80: | Self-Deception | Say, what blinds us, that we claim the glory | | 28 | 790 |
| 81: | Self-Dependence | Weary of myself, and sick of asking | | | 980 |
| 82: | Separation | Stop Not to me, at this bitter departing, | | 16 | 699 |
| 83: | Shakespeare | Others abide our question. Thou art free. | | | 915 |
| 84: | Sohrab and Rustum - An Episode | And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, | | | 947 |
| 85: | Sonnet | One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, | 1849 | 14 | 714 |
| 86: | Sonnet To The Hungarian Nation | Not in sunk Spain’s prolong’d death agony; | 1849 | 14 | 697 |
| 87: | Stagyrus - later titled ‘Desire’ | Thou, who dost dwell alone, | | 62 | 683 |
| 88: | Stanzas - In Memory of the Late Edward Quillinan, Esq. | I saw him sensitive in frame, | | 20 | 689 |
| 89: | Stanzas Composed At Carnac | Far on its rocky knoll descried | 1859 | 48 | 725 |
| 90: | Stanzas From The Grande Chartreuse | Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused | | | 793 |
| 91: | Stanzas In Memory Of The Author Of 'Obermann' | In front the awful Alpine track | | | 811 |
| 92: | The Better Part | Long fed on boundless hopes, O race of man, | | | 788 |
| 93: | The Buried Life | Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, | | | 806 |
| 94: | The Buried Life | Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, | | | 828 |
| 95: | The Castle | Down the Savoy valleys sounding, | | 112 | 731 |
| 96: | The Church | Upon the glistening leaden roof | | 40 | 682 |
| 97: | The Church Of Brou | Down the Savoy valleys sounding, | | | 761 |
| 98: | The Divinity | Yes, write it in the rock!’ Saint Bernard said, | | 14 | 687 |
| 99: | The Forsaken Merman | Come, dear children, let us away; | | | 787 |
| 100: | The Future | A wanderer is man from his birth. | | | 769 |
| 101: | The Good Shepherd With The Kid | He saves the sheep, the goats he doth not save. | | | 837 |
| 102: | The Harp-Player On Etna | The track winds down to the clear stream, | | 233 | 694 |
| 103: | The Hayswater Boat | A region desolate and wild, | | 40 | 794 |
| 104: | The Lake | Again I see my bliss at hand; | | 16 | 701 |
| 105: | The Last Glen | The track winds down to the clear stream, | | | 655 |
| 106: | The Last Word | Creep into thy narrow bed, | | | 770 |
| 107: | The Neckan | In summer, on the headlands, | | 68 | 713 |
| 108: | The New Sirens - A Palinode | In the cedar shadow sleeping, | | 278 | 749 |
| 109: | The Pagan World | In his cool hall, with haggard eyes, | | | 823 |
| 110: | The Philosopher And The Stars | And you, ye stars, Who slowly begin to marshal, | | 25 | 765 |
| 111: | The Progress Of Poesy - A Variation | Youth rambles on life’s arid mount, | | 12 | 666 |
| 112: | The River | Still glides the stream, slow drops the boat | | 20 | 709 |
| 113: | The Scholar-Gypsy | Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; | | | 1043 |
| 114: | The Second Best | Moderate tasks and moderate leisure, | | 24 | 717 |
| 115: | The Sick King In Bokhara | O most just Vizier, send away | | 243 | 721 |
| 116: | The Song Of Callicles | Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, | | | 1052 |
| 117: | The Song Of Empedocles | And you, ye stars, | | | 1043 |
| 118: | The Strayed Reveller | Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, | | | 998 |
| 119: | The Terrace At Berne | Ten years! and to my waking eye | | 52 | 713 |
| 120: | The Tomb | So rest, for ever rest, O princely Pair! | | 46 | 718 |
| 121: | The Voice | As the kindling glances, | | | 795 |
| 122: | The World And The Quietist | Why, when the World’s great mind | | 32 | 703 |
| 123: | The World’s Triumphs | So far as I conceive the World’s rebuke | | 14 | 714 |
| 124: | The Youth Of Man | We, O Nature, depart: | | 118 | 710 |
| 125: | The Youth Of Nature | Rais’d are the dripping oars | | 134 | 3081 |
| 126: | Thekla’s Answer | Where I am, thou ask’st, and where I wended | | 24 | 844 |
| 127: | Thyrsis - A Monody | How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! | | | 1106 |
| 128: | To a Friend | Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind? | | | 1006 |
| 129: | To A Friend | Who prop, thou ask’st in these bad days, my mind? | | 14 | 745 |
| 130: | To A Gipsy Child By The Sea-Shore | Who taught this pleading to unpractis’d eyes? | | 68 | 853 |
| 131: | To A Republican Friend | God knows it, I am with you. If to prize | | | 808 |
| 132: | To A Republican Friend, 1848 | God knows it, I am with you. If to prize | 1848 | 14 | 930 |
| 133: | To a Republican Friend, 1848 - Continued | Yet, when I muse on what life is, I seem | 1848 | 14 | 824 |
| 134: | To An Independent Preacher | In harmony with Nature’? Restless fool, | | 14 | 882 |
| 135: | To Fausta | Joy comes and goes: hope ebbs and flows, | | 21 | 833 |
| 136: | To George Cruikshank, Esq. | Artist, whose hand, with horror wing’d, hath torn | | 14 | 845 |
| 137: | To Marguerite | We were apart: yet, day by day, | 1857 | 42 | 785 |
| 138: | To Marguerite, In Returning A Volume Of The Letters Of Ortis | Yes: in the sea of life enisl’d, | | 24 | 844 |
| 139: | To Marguriet | Yes! in the sea of life enisled, | | | 751 |
| 140: | To My Friends | Laugh, my Friends, and without blame | | 72 | 817 |
| 141: | To The Duke Of Wellington | Because thou hast believ’d, the wheels of life | | 14 | 625 |
| 142: | Too Late | Each on his own strict line we move, | | 8 | 748 |
| 143: | Tristram | Is she not come? The messenger was sure. | | 390 | 607 |
| 144: | Tristram And Iseult | Tristram. Is she not come? The messenger was sure, | | | 894 |
| 145: | Typho | The lyre’s voice is lovely everywhere! | | 52 | 630 |
| 146: | West London | Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square | | | 914 |
| 147: | Worldly Place | Even in a palace, life may be led well! | | | 940 |
| 148: | Written In Butler’s Sermons | Affections, Instincts, Principles, and Powers, | | 14 | 647 |
| 149: | Written In Emerson’s Essays | O monstrous, dead, unprofitable world, | | 14 | 612 |
| 150: | Youth And Calm | Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, | | | 969 |
| 151: | Youth’s Agitations | When I shall be divorced, some ten years hence, | | 14 | 649 |
