| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| A Dead Harvest [In Kensington Gardens] | Along the graceless grass of town | | 15 | 151 |
| A Letter From A Girl To Her Own Old Age | Listen, and when thy hand this paper presses, | | 57 | 163 |
| A Poet's Sonnet | If I should quit thee, sacrifice, forswear, | | 14 | 143 |
| A Poet's Wife | I saw a tract of ocean locked in-land | | 12 | 145 |
| After A Parting | Farewell has long been said; I have forgone thee; | | 15 | 145 |
| An Unmarked Festival | There's a feast undated yet: | | 30 | 132 |
| At Night | Home, home from the horizon far and clear, | | 8 | 162 |
| Builders Of Ruins | We build with strength the deep tower-wall | | 60 | 141 |
| Chimes | Brief, on a flying night, | | 12 | 132 |
| Cradle-Song At Twilight | The child not yet is lulled to rest. | | 8 | 132 |
| Future Poetry | No new delights to our desire | | 35 | 135 |
| I Am The Way | Thou art the Way | | 12 | 148 |
| In Autumn | The leaves are many under my feet, | | 55 | 140 |
| In Early Spring | O Spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise | | 38 | 137 |
| Meditation | No sudden thing of glory and fear | | 17 | 138 |
| November Blue | O, Heavenly colour! London town | | 16 | 121 |
| Parentage | Ah no, not these! | | 12 | 139 |
| Parted | Farewell to one now silenced quite, | | 25 | 121 |
| Regrets | As, when the seaward ebbing tide doth pour | | 24 | 159 |
| Renouncement | I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, | | 14 | 135 |
| San Lorenzo Giustiniani's Mother | I had not seen my son's dear face | | 25 | 126 |
| Soeur Monique | Quiet form of silent nun, | | 108 | 135 |
| Song | As the inhastening tide doth roll, | | 20 | 137 |
| Song | My Fair, no beauty of thine will last | | 15 | 143 |
| Song Of The Day To The Night | From dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn, | | 21 | 129 |
| Song Of The Night At Daybreak | All my stars forsake me, | | 12 | 143 |
| Song Of The Spring To The Summer | O poet of the time to be, | | 21 | 121 |
| Sonnet | Your own fair youth, you care so little for it, | | 14 | 139 |
| Sonnet | I touched the heart that loved me as a player | | 14 | 130 |
| Sonnet | A poet of one mood in all my lays, | | 14 | 134 |
| Sonnet--In February | Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, | | 14 | 135 |
| Sonnet--My Heart Shall Be Thy Garden | My heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own, | | 14 | 128 |
| Sonnet--Spring On The Alban Hills | O'er the Campagna it is dim warm weather; | | 14 | 110 |
| Sonnet--The Love Of Narcissus | Like him who met his own eyes in the river, | | 14 | 125 |
| Sonnet--The Neophyte | Who knows what days I answer for to-day: | | 14 | 200 |
| Sonnet--The Poet To Nature | I have no secrets from thee, lyre sublime, | | 14 | 125 |
| Sonnet--Thoughts In Separation | We never meet; yet we meet day by day | | 14 | 125 |
| Sonnet--To A Daisy | Slight as thou art, thou art enough to hide, | | 14 | 129 |
| Sonnet--To One Poem In A Silent Time | Who looked for thee, thou little song of mine? | | 14 | 107 |
| The Fold | Behold, | | 14 | 140 |
| The Lady Poverty | The Lady Poverty was fair: | | 18 | 118 |
| The Modern Mother | Oh what a kiss | | 20 | 125 |
| The Modern Poet - A Song Of Derivations | I come from nothing; but from where | | 25 | 138 |
| The Moon To The Sun | As the full moon shining there | | 18 | 138 |
| The Poet To His Childhood | In my thought I see you stand with a path on either hand, | | 44 | 124 |
| The Roaring Frost | A flock of winds came winging from the North, | | 6 | 141 |
| The Shepherdess | She walks--the lady of my delight | | 18 | 147 |
| The Two Poets | Whose is the speech | | 19 | 122 |
| To A Lost Melody | Thou art not dead, O sweet lost melody, | | 50 | 135 |
| To A Poet | Thou who singest through the earth, | | 50 | 136 |
