| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: A Legend Of Buckingham Village. | Away up on the River aux Lievres, | | 140 | 113 |
| 2: A Mother's Lament For An Only One | Seek not to calm my grief, | | 36 | 107 |
| 3: A New Year's Address, 1870. | With noiseless footstep, like the white-robed snow, | | 96 | 125 |
| 4: A Satire. A Humble Imitation. | The rage for writing has spread far and wide, | | 74 | 135 |
| 5: A Story Of Plantagenet. | Lays of fair dames of lofty birth, | | 524 | 104 |
| 6: A Welcome - The Campbells Are Coming | Gather, oh gather! gather, oh gather | | 36 | 138 |
| 7: Alas, My Brother! | We waited for him, and the anxious days | | 36 | 111 |
| 8: Answer To Burns' Address To The De'Il. | O thou wild rantin' wicked wit; | 1840 | 138 | 155 |
| 9: Baptism In Lake Allumette | Oh Allumette, hemmed with thy fringe of pine, | | 36 | 111 |
| 10: Bereavement. | It was not that I lived a life of ease, | | 80 | 108 |
| 11: Children's Song. | We little children join to praise | | 24 | 139 |
| 12: Comfort Ye, Comfort Ye My People | By the sad fellowship of human suffering, | | 64 | 105 |
| 13: Creed And Conduct Combined As Cause And Effect. | The Presbytery with one accord in one place, | | 70 | 112 |
| 14: Death Of D'Arcy Mcgee | He stood up in the house to speak, | | 40 | 117 |
| 15: Death Of Norman Dewar | Far away from stricken Memphis | | 48 | 117 |
| 16: Death Of President Lincoln. | In the Capitol is mourning, | | 44 | 106 |
| 17: Divided | We came to the dividing line, | | 24 | 106 |
| 18: Edgar | I have not wept for Edgar, as a mother | | 36 | 111 |
| 19: Erin's Address To The Hon. Thomas D'Arcy Mcgee. | O thou son of the dark locks and eloquent tongue, | | 56 | 160 |
| 20: Erin, Mavourneen. | I know Canada is fair to see, and pleasant; it is well | | 64 | 106 |
| 21: Farewell | My brother George has gone from me, | 1842 | 8 | 112 |
| 22: Farewell To Lord And Lady Dufferin | In leaving us, whom thou hast governed well | | 60 | 118 |
| 23: First Love. | We met--he was a stranger, | 1845 | 64 | 132 |
| 24: Forsaken. | Beside the open window she is lying, | | 45 | 109 |
| 25: Gone | Mournfully, mournfully | | 12 | 131 |
| 26: Gone. | The heavens look down with chilly frown, | | 20 | 107 |
| 27: Good-Bye. | I cannot write, my tears are flowing fast, | 1844 | 16 | 118 |
| 28: How Prince Arthur Was Welcomed To Pembroke. | Do you know the town Pembroke so loyal and long | | 102 | 98 |
| 29: I Will Not Be Comforted Because One Is Not | There is a gladness over all the earth, | | 18 | 103 |
| 30: In Memory Of John Leach Craig | What is it that has stilled the usual hurry, | | 78 | 128 |
| 31: Isabel. | Heart of mine, by thy quick beating, | | 36 | 120 |
| 32: Keeping Tryst | Who is the maid with silken hair | | 76 | 121 |
| 33: Lamentation | From morn to eve, from evening unto morning, | | 44 | 130 |
| 34: Lines For The Bridal | They will place a bridal wreath, maiden, | | 28 | 160 |
| 35: Lines On Annexation. | We honour Brother Jonathan, | 1850 | 36 | 102 |
| 36: Lines To A Shamrock - A Song Of Exile | A withered shamrock, yet to me 'tis fair | | 56 | 107 |
| 37: Little Minnie. | If earth's weariness for rest is changed, | | 28 | 117 |
| 38: Majority. | So friend of mine 'tis thy birthday morn, | | 28 | 115 |
| 39: Mary's Death | Mary, ah me! gentle Mary, | | 40 | 121 |
| 40: My Baby | He lay on my breast so sweet and fair, | | 36 | 124 |
| 41: My Own Green Land | It was in the early morning | | 84 | 107 |
| 42: Nora To David Herbison. | There's a place in the North where the bonnie broom grows, | | 128 | 108 |
| 43: On The Birth Of Albert Edward, Prince Of Wales | Sing and rejoice, | 1840 | 72 | 107 |
| 44: Orson's Farewell. | Sit by me comrade, thou and I have stood | | 48 | 144 |
| 45: Ottawa. | Hail! to the city sitting as a queen | | 26 | 122 |
| 46: Out Of The Depths. | Thou art, and, therefore, Thou art near, oh God! | | 32 | 101 |
| 47: Retrospect | I sit by the fire in the gloaming, | | 56 | 120 |
| 48: Separation. | He has come and he has gone, | | 39 | 114 |
| 49: Servants. | They are but servants, say the words of scorning, | | 48 | 101 |
| 50: Tecumthe. | October's leaf was sere; | | 175 | 121 |
| 51: The Adieu To Eliza. | The night was bright and beautiful, | 1839 | 44 | 155 |
| 52: The Bible. Written To ---- With One. | The book of life to thee is given, | 1842 | 16 | 121 |
| 53: The Fate Of Henry Hudson. | I, Louis Marin, mariner, born on the Breton coast, | | 323 | 243 |
| 54: The Iroquois Side Of The Story. | I, an Iroquois brave, | | 224 | 145 |
| 55: The Lake Allumette. | Have you seen the beautiful Allumette, | | 28 | 112 |
| 56: The Orphan's Good-Bye. | When my heart was sad and lonely, | 1846 | 24 | 111 |
| 57: The Prince Of Anhalt Dessau. | The young Prince of Anhalt Dessau, | | 312 | 112 |
| 58: The Shadow Of The Almighty | They only see the snow heaped on the moor, | | 40 | 110 |
| 59: The Song Of The Bereaved. | With garments for sorrow torn, | | 104 | 115 |
| 60: Thoughts. | I am glad when men of genius | | 44 | 108 |
| 61: To A Fathers Memory | I thank Thee Father that I feel Thee near, | | 16 | 130 |
| 62: To Anne On Her Birthday | Let mirth and joy a season reign | | 28 | 115 |
| 63: To Annie On Her Birthday. | Sister, sweet sister, years have passed away, | | 28 | 110 |
| 64: To Elizabeth Ray | First of women, best of friends | 1844 | 12 | 129 |
| 65: To Frances | Dear love, life has dewy mornings, | | 16 | 118 |
| 66: To Hon. Malcom Cameron. | By many a bard the Cameron clan is sung, | | 32 | 130 |
| 67: To Isabel. | I often thought to write to thee, what time | | 27 | 115 |
| 68: To Isabel. | Since ere I left my native isle, | 1846 | 54 | 122 |
| 69: To J W | Dear Jane you say you will gather flowers | | 24 | 143 |
| 70: To Mary. | It is not very long since first we met, | | 24 | 115 |
| 71: To Mrs. Irving, | I dedicate these verses to one whom I hold dear, | | 4 | 114 |
| 72: To My Friend. | Dearest of all, whose tenderness could rise | | 48 | 129 |
| 73: To My Valentine. | Adieu! Adieu! may angels guard thee, | 1844 | 24 | 120 |
| 74: To The Rain | Come forth, O rain! from thy cool, distant hall, | 1870 | 16 | 143 |
| 75: We Lament Not For One But Many | At last he is dead' | | 134 | 102 |
| 76: Weep With Those Who Weep. | O friends, I cannot comfort, but will share with you your grieving, | | 40 | 117 |
| 77: Welcome Home | You are coming home with the breath of spring | | 28 | 138 |
| 78: What Went Ye Out For To See? | On Jordan's banks gathered an eager crowd, | | 28 | 119 |
| 79: Written For The O'Connel Centenary. | Sons of the bright, green island, | | 56 | 109 |
