| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: A Widow's Weeds | A poor old Widow in her weeds | | 18 | 24 |
| 2: A-Tishoo | Sneeze, Pretty, sneeze, Dainty, | | 9 | 29 |
| 3: Age | This ugly old crone - | | 34 | 29 |
| 4: Ages Ago | Launcelot loved Guinevere, | | 24 | 19 |
| 5: Alas, Alack! | Ann, Ann! | | 12 | 23 |
| 6: Alexander | It was the Great Alexander, | | 28 | 22 |
| 7: All But Blind | All but blind | | 16 | 26 |
| 8: All That's Past | Very old are the woods; | | 24 | 17 |
| 9: Alone | A very old woman | | 24 | 17 |
| 10: Alone | The abode of the nightingale is bare, | | 18 | 18 |
| 11: Alulvan | The sun is clear of bird and cloud, | | 30 | 14 |
| 12: An Epitaph | Here lies a most beautiful lady, | | 8 | 14 |
| 13: Anatomy | By chance my fingers, resting on my face, | | 14 | 11 |
| 14: Andy Battle | Once and there was a young sailor, yeo ho! | | 24 | 15 |
| 15: April | Come, then, with showers; I love thy cloudy face | | 14 | 16 |
| 16: April Moon | Roses are sweet to smell and see, | | 12 | 27 |
| 17: Arabia | Far are the shades of Arabia, | | 24 | 19 |
| 18: As Lucy Went A-Walking | As Lucy went a-walking one morning cold and fine, | | 52 | 16 |
| 19: As Lucy Went A-Walking | As Lucy went a-walking one wintry morning fine, | | 52 | 13 |
| 20: At The Keyhole | Grill me some bones,' said the Cobbler, | | 16 | 18 |
| 21: Autumn | There is a wind where the rose was; | | 15 | 12 |
| 22: Banquo | What dost thou here far from thy native place? | | 15 | 12 |
| 23: Be Angry Now No More | Be angry now no more! | | 18 | 14 |
| 24: Berries | There was an old woman | | 72 | 18 |
| 25: Berries | There was an old woman | | 72 | 19 |
| 26: Betrayal | She will not die, they say, | | 18 | 17 |
| 27: Beware! | An ominous bird sang from its branch | | 12 | 20 |
| 28: Beware! | An ominous bird sang from its branch, | | 12 | 22 |
| 29: Bewitched | I have heard a lady this night, | | 24 | 19 |
| 30: Bewitched | I have heard a lady this night | | 24 | 13 |
| 31: Bluebells | Where the bluebells and the wind are, | | 8 | 20 |
| 32: Bread And Cherries | Cherries, ripe cherries! | | 8 | 32 |
| 33: Bright Life | Come now," I said, "put off these webs of death, | | 14 | 18 |
| 34: Bunches Of Grapes | Bunches of grapes,' says Timothy; | | 12 | 17 |
| 35: Cake And Sack | Old King Caraway | | 20 | 28 |
| 36: Captain Lean | Out of the East a hurricane | | 14 | 13 |
| 37: Cecil | Ye little elves, who haunt sweet dells, | | 24 | 17 |
| 38: Chicken | Clapping her platter stood plump Bess, | | 8 | 22 |
| 39: Clear Eyes | Clear eyes do dim at last, | | 18 | 21 |
| 40: Cumberland | The old, old King of Cumberland | | 40 | 11 |
| 41: Dame Hickory | Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory, | | 24 | 20 |
| 42: Down-Adown-Derry | Down-adown-derry, | | 81 | 18 |
| 43: Dream-Song | Sunlight, moonlight, | | 18 | 33 |
| 44: Dreams | Be gentle, O hands of a child; | | 14 | 15 |
| 45: Dust To Dust | Heavenly Archer, bend thy bow; | | 15 | 29 |
| 46: Earth Folk | The cat she walks on padded claws, | | 8 | 21 |
| 47: Echo | Who called?" I said, and the words | | 16 | 22 |
| 48: England | No lovelier hills than thine have laid | | 16 | 14 |
| 49: Envoi | Child, do you love the flower | | 16 | 19 |
| 50: Envoy | There clung three roses to a stem, | | 12 | 16 |
| 51: Estranged | No one was with me there | | 16 | 13 |
| 52: Even In The Grave | I laid my inventory at the hand | | 14 | 11 |
| 53: Evening | When twilight darkens, and one by one, | | 24 | 17 |
| 54: Exile | Had the gods loved me I had lain | | 8 | 16 |
| 55: Eyes | O strange devices that alone divide | | 8 | 29 |
| 56: Faithless | The words you said grow faint; | | 12 | 12 |
| 57: Falstaff | Twas in a tavern that with old age stooped | | 23 | 20 |
| 58: Fare Well | When I lie where shades of darkness | | 24 | 18 |
| 59: Fear | I know where lurk | | 36 | 18 |
| 60: Five Eyes | In Hans' old Mill his three black cats | | 14 | 19 |
| 61: For All The Grief | For all the grief I have given with words | | 12 | 21 |
| 62: Foreboding | Thou canst not see him standing by - | | 25 | 17 |
| 63: Full Moon | One night as Dick lay half asleep, | | 12 | 24 |
| 64: Gloria Mundi | Upon a bank, easeless with knobs of gold, | | 48 | 16 |
| 65: Goliath | Still as a mountain with dark pines and sun | | 50 | 14 |
| 66: Grim | Beside the blaze of forty fires | | 12 | 15 |
| 67: Hamlet | Umbrageous cedars murmuring symphonies | | 20 | 15 |
| 68: Hapless | Hapless, hapless, I must be | | 10 | 14 |
| 69: Happy, Happy It Is To Be | Happy, happy it is to be | | 19 | 21 |
| 70: Haunted | The rabbit in his burrow keeps | | 32 | 16 |
| 71: Haunted | From out the wood I watched them shine, - | | 20 | 16 |
| 72: Haunted | The rabbit in his burrow keeps | | 32 | 19 |
| 73: Hide And Seek | Hide and seek, says the Wind, | | 12 | 19 |
| 74: Home | Rest, rest - there is no rest, | | 24 | 21 |
| 75: Humanity | Ever exulting in thyself, on fire | | 14 | 15 |
| 76: I Can't Abear | I can't abear a Butcher, | | 8 | 21 |
| 77: I Met At Eve | I met at eve the Prince of Sleep, | | 28 | 16 |
| 78: I Saw Three Witches | I saw three witches | | 24 | 14 |
| 79: I Saw Three Witches | I saw three witches | | 24 | 14 |
| 80: Iago | A dark lean face, a narrow, slanting eye, | | 32 | 21 |
| 81: Idleness | I saw old Idleness, fat, with great cheeks | | 29 | 18 |
| 82: Imogen | Even she too dead! all languor on her brow, | | 24 | 12 |
| 83: In Vain | I knocked upon thy door ajar, | | 16 | 20 |
| 84: Invocation | The burning fire shakes in the night, | | 8 | 21 |
| 85: Jim Jay | Do diddle di do, | | 32 | 23 |
| 86: John Mouldy | I spied John Mouldy in his cellar, | | 16 | 17 |
| 87: Juliet's Nurse | In old-world nursery vacant now of children, | | 31 | 15 |
| 88: Keep Innocency | Like an old battle, youth is wild | | 30 | 16 |
| 89: King David | King David was a sorrowful man: | | 20 | 16 |
| 90: Life | Hearken, O dear, now strikes the hour we die; | | 12 | 15 |
| 91: Lob Lie By The Fire | He squats by the fire | | 48 | 16 |
| 92: Longlegs | Longlegs - he yelled "Coo-ee!" | | 16 | 11 |
| 93: Longlegs | Longlegs - he yelled 'Coo-ee!' | | 16 | 15 |
| 94: Lovelocks | I watched the Lady Caroline | | 15 | 19 |
| 95: Lullaby | Sleep, sleep, lovely white soul! | | 21 | 20 |
| 96: Macbeth | Rose, like dim battlements, the hills and reared | | 20 | 17 |
| 97: Many A Mickle | A little sound - - | | 24 | 20 |
| 98: Martha | Once ... once upon a time | | 28 | 18 |
| 99: Melmillo | Three and thirty birds there stood | | 20 | 17 |
| 100: Mercutio | Along an avenue of almond-trees | | 14 | 10 |
| 101: Mima | Jemima is my name, | | 8 | 16 |
| 102: Miss Loo | When thin-strewn memory I look through, | | 28 | 17 |
| 103: Miss T. | It's a very odd thing | | 16 | 18 |
| 104: Mistletoe | Sitting under the mistletoe | | 14 | 21 |
| 105: Mistletoe | Sitting under the mistletoe | | 14 | 18 |
| 106: Mistress Fell | Whom seek you here, sweet Mistress Fell? | | 30 | 14 |
| 107: Moonlight | The far moon maketh lovers wise | | 8 | 17 |
| 108: Motley | Come, Death, I'd have a word with thee; | | 70 | 16 |
| 109: Mrs. Earth | Mrs. Earth makes silver black, | | 12 | 19 |
| 110: Mrs. Grundy | Step very softly, sweet Quiet-foot, | | 28 | 11 |
| 111: Mrs. Macqueen (Or The Lollie-Shop) | With glass like a bull's-eye, | | 20 | 11 |
| 112: Music | When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, | | 12 | 26 |
| 113: Music Unheard | Sweet sounds, begone - | | 24 | 18 |
| 114: Myself | There is a garden, grey | | 20 | 12 |
| 115: Napoleon | What is the world, O soldiers? | | 7 | 21 |
| 116: Never More, Sailor | Never more, Sailor, | | 28 | 14 |
| 117: Never-To-Be | Down by the waters of the sea, | | 24 | 16 |
| 118: Nicholas Nye | Thistle and darnell and dock grew there, | | 40 | 19 |
| 119: Night | All from the light of the sweet moon | | 12 | 18 |
| 120: Nightfall | The last light fails - that shallow pool of day! | | 25 | 13 |
| 121: Nobody Knows | Often I've heard the Wind sigh | | 24 | 19 |
| 122: Nocturne | Tis not my voice now speaks; but a bird | | 18 | 24 |
| 123: Nod | Softly along the road of evening, | | 20 | 16 |
| 124: Noon And Night Flower | Not any flower that blows | | 16 | 12 |
| 125: Not I | As I came out of Wiseman's Street, | | 10 | 26 |
| 126: O Dear Me! | Here are crocuses, white, gold, grey! | | 8 | 12 |
| 127: Off The Ground | Three jolly Farmers | | 114 | 17 |
| 128: Off The Ground | Three jolly Farmers | | 114 | 16 |
| 129: Old Ben | Sad is old Ben Thistlewaite, | | 28 | 15 |
| 130: Old Shellover | Come!' said Old Shellover. | | 10 | 11 |
| 131: Old Susan | When Susan's work was done she'd sit, | | 24 | 11 |
| 132: Old Susan | When Susan's work was done, she would sit, | | 24 | 16 |
| 133: Ophelia | There runs a crisscross pattern of small leaves | | 23 | 20 |
| 134: Peak And Puke | From his cradle in the glamourie | | 16 | 14 |
| 135: Polonius | There haunts in Time's bare house an active ghost, | | 20 | 11 |
| 136: Poor 'Miss 7' | Lone and alone she lies, | | 32 | 20 |
| 137: Poor Henry | Thick in its glass | | 16 | 21 |
| 138: Queen Djenira | When Queen Djenira slumbers through | | 20 | 16 |
| 139: Rachel | Rachel sings sweet - | | 20 | 16 |
| 140: Remembrance | The sky was like a waterdrop | | 16 | 12 |
| 141: Reverie | When slim Sophia mounts her horse | | 24 | 23 |
| 142: Reverie | Bring not bright candles, for his eyes | | 15 | 18 |
| 143: Sadly, O, Sadly | Sadly, O, sadly, the sweet bells of Baddeley | | 10 | 26 |
| 144: Sam | When Sam goes back in memory, | | 36 | 14 |
| 145: Sam's Three Wishes; Or Life's Little Whirligig | I'm thinking and thinking," said old Sam Shore | | 230 | 11 |
| 146: Sea-Magic | My heart faints in me for the distant sea. | | 14 | 20 |
| 147: Silence | With changeful sound life beats upon the ear; | | 28 | 25 |
| 148: Silver | Slowly, silently, now the moon | | 14 | 21 |
| 149: Sleep | Men all, and birds, and creeping beasts, | | 16 | 24 |
| 150: Sleeping Beauty | The scent of bramble fills the air, | | 16 | 21 |
| 151: Sleepyhead | As I lay awake in the white moonlight | | 28 | 16 |
| 152: Snow | No breath of wind, | | 28 | 18 |
| 153: Some One | Some one came knocking | | 16 | 16 |
| 154: Some One | Some one came knocking | | 16 | 15 |
| 155: Song | O for a moon to light me home! | | 18 | 21 |
| 156: Song Of Enchantment | A Song of Enchantment I sang me there, | | 16 | 17 |
| 157: Sooeep' | Black as a chimney is his face, | | 16 | 17 |
| 158: Sorcery | What voice is that I hear | | 34 | 19 |
| 159: Spring | Once when my life was young | | 16 | 19 |
| 160: Summer Evening | The sandy cat by the Farmer's chair | | 8 | 28 |
| 161: Sunk Lyonesse | In sea-cold Lyonesse, | | 20 | 19 |
| 162: Tartary | If I were Lord of Tartary, | | 32 | 16 |
| 163: The Bandog | Has anybody seen my Mopser? - | | 8 | 17 |
| 164: The Barber's | Gold locks, and black locks, | | 16 | 17 |
| 165: The Bees' Song | Thousandz of thornz there be | | 22 | 18 |
| 166: The Bells | Shadow and light both strove to be | | 26 | 17 |
| 167: The Bindweed | The bindweed roots pierce down | | 16 | 15 |
| 168: The Birthnight: To F. | Dearest, it was a night | | 10 | 13 |
| 169: The Blind Boy | I have no master," said the Blind Boy, | | 16 | 14 |
| 170: The Bookworm | I'm tired - Oh, tired of books,' said Jack, | | 16 | 15 |
| 171: The Buckle | I had a silver buckle, | | 16 | 17 |
| 172: The Cage | Why did you flutter in vain hope, poor bird, | | 12 | 21 |
| 173: The Changeling | Ahoy, and ahoy! | | 34 | 19 |
| 174: The Child In The Story Awakes | The light of dawn rose on my dreams, | | 28 | 14 |
| 175: The Child In The Story Goes To Bed | I prythee, Nurse, come smooth my hair, | | 32 | 10 |
| 176: The Children Of Stare | Winter is fallen early | | 36 | 29 |
| 177: The Christening | The bells chime clear, | | 36 | 13 |
| 178: The Cupboard | I know a little cupboard, | | 16 | 27 |
| 179: The Dark Chateau | In dreams a dark château | | 40 | 15 |
| 180: The Death-Dream | Who, now, put dreams into thy slumbering mind? | | 17 | 13 |
| 181: The Disguise | Why in my heart, O Grief, | | 36 | 15 |
| 182: The Double | I curtseyed to the dovecote. | | 24 | 13 |
| 183: The Dreamer | O thou who giving helm and sword, | | 16 | 23 |
| 184: The Dunce | Why does he still keep ticking? | | 8 | 16 |
| 185: The Dwarf | Now, Jinnie, my dear, to the dwarf be off, | | 50 | 18 |
| 186: The Dwelling-Place | Deep in a forest where the kestrel screamed, | | 44 | 16 |
| 187: The Empty House | See this house, how dark it is | | 26 | 12 |
| 188: The Enchanted Hill | From height of noon, remote and still, | | 49 | 12 |
| 189: The Englishman | I met a sailor in the woods, | | 72 | 10 |
| 190: The Exile | I am that Adam who, with Snake for guest, | | 12 | 19 |
| 191: The Fairies Dancing | I heard along the early hills, | | 24 | 20 |
| 192: The Fairy In Winter | There was a Fairy - flake of winter - | | 19 | 20 |
| 193: The Flight | How do the days press on, and lay | | 12 | 17 |
| 194: The Fly | How large unto the tiny fly | | 12 | 17 |
| 195: The Fool's Song | Never, no never, listen too long, | | 10 | 18 |
| 196: The Funeral | They dressed us up in black, | | 24 | 17 |
| 197: The Gage | Lady Jane, O Lady Jane! | | 102 | 17 |
| 198: The Ghost | Peace in thy hands, | | 15 | 19 |
| 199: The Ghost | Who knocks?" "I, who was beautiful, | | 20 | 15 |
| 200: The Glimpse | Art thou asleep? or have thy wings | | 24 | 15 |
| 201: The Gnomies | As I lay awake in the white moonlight, | | 28 | 23 |
| 202: The Grey Wolf | A fagot, a fagot, go fetch for the fire, son! | | 8 | 21 |
| 203: The Happy Encounter | I saw sweet Poetry turn troubled eyes | | 14 | 11 |
| 204: The Hare | In the black furrow of a field | | 8 | 14 |
| 205: The Hawthorn Hath A Deathly Smell | The flowers of the field | | 24 | 20 |
| 206: The Honey Robbers | There were two Fairies, Gimmul and Mel, | | 30 | 18 |
| 207: The Horn | Hark! is that a horn I hear, | | 12 | 12 |
| 208: The Horseman | I heard a horseman | | 8 | 15 |
| 209: The Huntsmen | Three jolly gentlemen, | | 12 | 12 |
| 210: The Isle Of Lone | Three dwarfs there were which lived in an isle, | | 104 | 14 |
| 211: The Isle Of Lone | Three dwarfs there were which lived on an isle, | | 68 | 16 |
| 212: The Journey | Heart-sick of his journey was the Wanderer; | | 72 | 14 |
| 213: The Journey | Heart-sick of his journey was the Wanderer; | | 76 | 14 |
| 214: The Keys Of Morning | While at her bedroom window once, | | 40 | 15 |
| 215: The Lamplighter | When the light of day declineth, | | 24 | 16 |
| 216: The Linnet | Upon this leafy bush | | 16 | 16 |
| 217: The Listeners | Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller, | | 36 | 25 |
| 218: The Little Bird | My dear Daddie bought a mansion | | 12 | 13 |
| 219: The Little Creature | Twinkum, twankum, twirlum and twitch | | 29 | 17 |
| 220: The Little Green Orchard | Some one is always sitting there, | | 32 | 14 |
| 221: The Little Green Orchard | Some one is always sitting there, | | 32 | 24 |
| 222: The Little Old Cupid | Twas a very small garden; | | 24 | 17 |
| 223: The Little Salamander | When I go free, | | 69 | 18 |
| 224: The Lost Shoe | Poor little Lucy | | 44 | 27 |
| 225: The Marionettes | Let the foul Scene proceed: | | 28 | 20 |
| 226: The Market-Place | My mind is like a clamorous market-place. | | 14 | 13 |
| 227: The Massacre | The shadow of a poplar tree | | 28 | 16 |
| 228: The Mermaids | Sand, sand; hills of sand; | | 24 | 14 |
| 229: The Midden's Song | Bubble, Bubble, | | 16 | 18 |
| 230: The Miller And His Son | A twangling harp for Mary, | | 48 | 13 |
| 231: The Miracle | | | 30 | 16 |
| 232: The Mocking Fairy | Won't you look out of your window, Mrs. Gill?" | | 16 | 18 |
| 233: The Mother Bird | Through the green twilight of a hedge | | 18 | 14 |
| 234: The Mountains | Still, and blanched, and cold, and lone, | | 12 | 13 |
| 235: The Night-Swans | Tis silence on the enchanted lake, | | 28 | 21 |
| 236: The Ogre | Tis moonlight on Trebarwith Vale, | | 64 | 21 |
| 237: The Old House | A very, very old house I know- | | 12 | 21 |
| 238: The Old Men | Old and alone, sit we, | | 24 | 21 |
| 239: The Old Soldier | There came an Old Soldier to my door, | | 20 | 15 |
| 240: The Old Stone House | Nothing on the grey roof, nothing on the brown, | | 9 | 15 |
| 241: The Pedlar | There came a Pedlar to an evening house; | | 70 | 26 |
| 242: The Phantom | Upstairs in the large closet, child, | | 102 | 24 |
| 243: The Picture | Here is a sea-legged sailor, | | 16 | 20 |
| 244: The Pigs And The Charcoal - Burner | The old Pig said to the little pigs, | | 16 | 19 |
| 245: The Pilgrim | Shall we carry now your bundle, | | 89 | 19 |
| 246: The Portrait Of A Warrior | His brow is seamed with line and scar; | | 16 | 17 |
| 247: The Quarry | You hunted me with all the pack, | | 16 | 14 |
| 248: The Quartette | Tom sang for joy and Ned sang for joy and old Sam sang for joy; | | 8 | 15 |
| 249: The Quiet Enemy | Hearken! now the hermit bee | | 20 | 11 |
| 250: The Rainbow | I saw the lovely arch | | 8 | 19 |
| 251: The Raven's Tomb | Build me my tomb,' the Raven said, | | 20 | 18 |
| 252: The Reawakening | Green in light are the hills, and a calm wind flowing | | 12 | 18 |
| 253: The Remonstrance | I was at peace until you came | | 26 | 13 |
| 254: The Revenant | O all ye fair ladies with your colours and your graces, | | 16 | 16 |
| 255: The Riddlers | Thou solitary!" the Blackbird cried, | | 54 | 15 |
| 256: The Ride-By-Nights | Up on their brooms the Witches stream, | | 14 | 24 |
| 257: The Ruin | When the last colours of the day | | 10 | 30 |
| 258: The Scarecrow | All winter through I bow my head | | 20 | 13 |
| 259: The Scribe | What lovely things | | 26 | 21 |
| 260: The Shade | Darker than night; and oh, much darker, she, | | 8 | 29 |
| 261: The Ship Of Rio | There was a ship of Rio | | 24 | 13 |
| 262: The Silver Penny | Sailorman, I'll give to you | | 20 | 13 |
| 263: The Sleeper | As Ann came in one summer's day, | | 28 | 21 |
| 264: The Sleeping Beauty | The scent of bramble sweets the air, | | 16 | 12 |
| 265: The Song Of Finis | AT the edge of All the Ages | | 16 | 10 |
| 266: The Song Of Shadows | Sweep thy faint Strings, Musician, | | 16 | 14 |
| 267: The Song Of The Mad Prince | Who said, 'Peacock Pie?' | | 16 | 16 |
| 268: The Song Of The Secret | Where is beauty? | | 17 | 17 |
| 269: The Song Of The Soldiers | As I sat musing by the frozen dyke, | | 12 | 13 |
| 270: The Stranger | In the nook of a wood where a pool freshed with dew | | 26 | 18 |
| 271: The Stranger | Half-hidden in a graveyard | | 20 | 54 |
| 272: The Stranger | In the woods as I did walk, | | 20 | 10 |
| 273: The Sunken Garden | Speak not - whisper not; | | 20 | 13 |
| 274: The Sunken Garden | Speak not - whisper not; | | 14 | 19 |
| 275: The Supper | A wolf he pricks with eyes of fire | | 48 | 14 |
| 276: The Tailor | Few footsteps stray when dusk droops o'er | | 18 | 13 |
| 277: The Thief At Robin's Castle | There came a Thief one night to Robin's Castle, | | 108 | 14 |
| 278: The Three Beggars | Twas autumn daybreak gold and wild, | | 44 | 16 |
| 279: The Three Cherry Trees | There were three cherry trees once, | | 20 | 12 |
| 280: The Three Strangers | Far are those tranquil hills, | | 20 | 14 |
| 281: The Tired Cupid | The thin moonlight with trickling ray, | | 20 | 19 |
| 282: The Truants | Ere my heart beats too coldly and faintly | | 20 | 15 |
| 283: The Truants | Ere my heart beats too coldly and faintly | | 20 | 12 |
| 284: The Tryst | Flee into some forgotten night and be | | 26 | 16 |
| 285: The Unchanging | After the songless rose of evening, | | 12 | 18 |
| 286: The Unfinished Dream | Rare-sweet the air in that unimagined country | | 41 | 14 |
| 287: The Universe | I heard a little child beneath the stars | | 16 | 18 |
| 288: The Vacant Day | As I did walk in meadows green | | 20 | 19 |
| 289: The Window | Behind the blinds I sit and watch | | 8 | 21 |
| 290: The Witch | Weary went the old Witch, | | 44 | 19 |
| 291: The Witch | Weary went the old Witch, | | 44 | 14 |
| 292: The World Of Dream | Now, through the dusk | | 32 | 14 |
| 293: Then | Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty | | 12 | 14 |
| 294: There Blooms No Bud In May | There blooms no bud in May | | 20 | 18 |
| 295: They Told Me | They told me Pan was dead, but I | | 12 | 16 |
| 296: Thule | If thou art sweet as they are sad | | 12 | 11 |
| 297: Tillie | Old Tillie Turveycombe | | 20 | 11 |
| 298: Time Passes | There was nought in the Valley | | 30 | 16 |
| 299: Tired Tim | Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him. | | 8 | 13 |
| 300: Tit For Tat | Have you been catching of fish, Tom Noddy? | | 20 | 12 |
| 301: To E.T.: 1917 | You sleep too well - too far away, | | 8 | 27 |
| 302: To Margot | When I go free, | | 9 | 17 |
| 303: To My Mother | Thine is my all, how little when 'tis told | | 18 | 18 |
| 304: Treachery | She had amid her ringlets bound | | 15 | 17 |
| 305: Trees | Of all the trees in England, | | 16 | 17 |
| 306: Truce | Far inland here Death's pinions mocked the roar | | 7 | 11 |
| 307: Unstooping | Low on his fours the Lion | | 12 | 18 |
| 308: Up And Down | Down the Hill of Ludgate, | | 8 | 16 |
| 309: Vain Finding | Ever before my face there went | | 8 | 12 |
| 310: Vain Questioning | What needest thou? - a few brief hours of rest | | 22 | 22 |
| 311: Vigil | Dark is the night, | | 24 | 23 |
| 312: Virtue | Her breast is cold; her hands how faint and wan! | | 14 | 16 |
| 313: Voices | Who is it calling by the darkened river | | 24 | 14 |
| 314: Wanderers | Wide are the meadows of night | | 12 | 18 |
| 315: When The Rose Is Faded | When the rose is faded, | | 16 | 15 |
| 316: Where Is Thy Victory? | None, none can tell where I shall be | | 36 | 16 |
| 317: Where? | Where is my love - | | 12 | 14 |
| 318: Will Ever? | Will he ever be weary of wandering, | | 16 | 16 |
| 319: Winter | Clouded with snow | | 15 | 24 |
| 320: Winter | Green Mistletoe! | | 36 | 22 |
| 321: Winter Dusk | Dark frost was in the air without | | 28 | 26 |
