| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | Odes From Horace. - To Apollo. Book The First, Ode The Thirty-First. | What asks the POET, when he pours | | 34 | 398 |
| 2: | Odes From Horace. - To Barine. Book The Second, Ode The Eighth. | BARINE, to thy always broken vows | | 40 | 422 |
| 3: | Odes From Horace. - To His Attendant. Book The First, Ode The Thirty-Eighth. | Boy, not in these Autumnal bowers | | 14 | 353 |
| 4: | Odes From Horace. - To Leuconoe. Book The First, Ode The Eleventh. | LEUCONOE, cease presumptuous to inquire | | 18 | 400 |
| 5: | Odes From Horace. - To Licinius Murena[1]. Book The Second, Ode The Tenth. | Not always, dear Licinius, is it wise | | 32 | 362 |
| 6: | Odes From Horace. - To Liguria. Book The Fourth, Ode The Tenth. | O thou! exulting in the charms, | | 30 | 375 |
| 7: | Odes From Horace. - To Lyce, On Her Refusing To Admit His Visits. Book The Third, Ode The Tenth. | Now had you drank cold Tanais' wave, | | 42 | 383 |
| 8: | Odes From Horace. - To Lydia. Book The First, Ode The Eighth. | O, Lydia! I conjure thee tell | | 35 | 349 |
| 9: | Odes From Horace. - To Melpomene. Book The Fourth, Ode The Third. | Not he, O MUSE! whom thy auspicious eyes | | 30 | 401 |
| 10: | Odes From Horace. - To Męcenas. Book The First, Ode The First. | Męcenas, from Etrurian Princes sprung, | | 66 | 354 |
| 11: | Odes From Horace. - To Nea[=E]ra. Book The Fifth, Epode The Fifteenth. | T was night - the moon, upon her sapphire throne, | | 32 | 407 |
| 12: | Odes From Horace. - To Phidyle. Exhorting Her To Be Content With A Frugal Sacrifice. Book The Third, Ode The Twenty-Third. | My Phidyle, retir'd in shady wild, | | 30 | 362 |
| 13: | Odes From Horace. - To Phyllis. Inviting Her To Celebrate The Birthday Of MĘcenas. Book The Fourth, Ode The Eleventh. | Sweet Phyllis, leave thy quiet home, | | 54 | 408 |
| 14: | Odes From Horace. - To Posthumus. Book The Second, Ode The Fourteenth. | Alas! my Posthumus, the Years | | 36 | 359 |
| 15: | Odes From Horace. - To Pyrrha. Book The First, Ode The Fifth. | Where roses flaunt beneath some pleasant cave, | | 24 | 358 |
| 16: | Odes From Horace. - To Sallust. Book The Second, Ode The Second. | Dark in the Miser's chest, in hoarded heaps, | | 40 | 374 |
| 17: | Odes From Horace. - To The Hon. Thomas Erskine. Horace, Book The Second, Ode The Third, Imitated. | Conscious the mortal stamp is on thy breast, | | 44 | 397 |
| 18: | Odes From Horace. - To The Roman People, On Their Renewing The Civil Wars. Book The Fifth, Ode The Seventh. | Where do ye rush, ye impious Trains, | | 30 | 467 |
| 19: | Odes From Horace. - To William Hayley, Esq. Book The Fourth, Ode The Seventh, Imitated. | The snows dissolve, the rains no more pollute, | | 48 | 377 |
| 20: | Odes From Horace. - To [1]Munatius Plancus. Book The First, Ode The Seventh. | Be far-fam'd [2]RHODES the theme of loftier strains, | | 72 | 369 |
| 21: | Odes From Horace. - To [1]Thaliarchus. Book The First, Ode The Ninth. | In dazzling whiteness, lo! Soracte towers, | | 32 | 410 |
| 22: | Odes From Horace. - [1]On The Pleasures Of Rural Life. Book The Fifth, Epode The Second. | Thrice happy he, whose life restores | | 180 | 348 |
| 23: | Odes From Horace. - [1]To Męcenas. Book The Second, Ode The Twelfth. | Męcenas, I conjure thee cease | | 56 | 410 |
| 24: | Odes From Horace. - [1]To Telephus. Book The Third, Ode The Nineteenth. | The number of the vanish'd years | | 80 | 323 |
| 25: | Odes From Horace. - [1]To The Fountain Of Blandusia. Book The Third, Ode The Thirteenth. | Nymph of the stream, whose source perpetual pours | | 24 | 339 |
| 26: | Odes From Horace. - [1]To Titus Valgius. Book The Second, Ode The Ninth. | Not ceaseless falls the heavy shower | | 30 | 351 |
| 27: | Sonnet C. Written December 1790. | Lyre of the Sonnet, that full many a time | 1790 | 14 | 363 |
| 28: | Sonnet I. | When Life's realities the Soul perceives | | 14 | 412 |
| 29: | Sonnet II. | The Future, and its gifts, alone we prize, | | 14 | 479 |
| 30: | Sonnet III. Written At Buxton In A Rainy Season. | From these wild heights, where oft the mists descend | | 14 | 416 |
| 31: | Sonnet IV. To Honora Sneyd[1], Whose Health Was Always Best In Winter. | | 1770 | 14 | 390 |
| 32: | Sonnet IX. | Seek not, my Lesbia, the sequester'd dale, | | 14 | 410 |
| 33: | Sonnet L. | In every breast Affection fires, there dwells | | 14 | 421 |
| 34: | Sonnet LI. To Sylvia On Her Approaching Nuptials. | Hope comes to Youth, gliding thro' azure skies | | 14 | 398 |
| 35: | Sonnet LII. | Long has the pall of Midnight quench'd the scene, | | 14 | 402 |
| 36: | Sonnet LIII. Written In The Spring 1785 On The Death Of The Poet Laureat. | The knell of WHITEHEAD tolls! - his cares are past, | 1785 | 14 | 344 |
| 37: | Sonnet LIV. A Persian King To His Son. | Guard thou, my Son, the Helpless and the Poor, | | 14 | 377 |
| 38: | Sonnet LIX. To The Right Honourable Lady Marianne Carnegie | Lady, each soft effusion of thy mind, | 1787 | 14 | 379 |
| 39: | Sonnet LV. On The Quick Transition From Winter To Summer In The Year 1785. | Loud blew the North thro' April's pallid days, | 1785 | 14 | 338 |
| 40: | Sonnet LVI. To A Timid Young Lady, Distressed By The Attentions Of An Amiable, And Accepted Lover. | What bashful wildness in those crystal eyes, | | 14 | 409 |
| 41: | Sonnet LVII. Written The Night Preceding The [1]Funeral Of Mrs. Charles Buckeridge. | In the chill silence of the winter eve, | | 14 | 337 |
| 42: | Sonnet LVIII. | Not the slow Hearse, where nod the sable plumes, | | 14 | 418 |
| 43: | Sonnet LX.[1] | Why view'st thou, Edwy, with disdainful mien | | 14 | 367 |
| 44: | Sonnet LXI. To Mr. Henry Cary[1], On Reading His Sonnets Written At Sixteen. | Disciple of the bright Aonian Maid | | 14 | 345 |
| 45: | Sonnet LXII. | Dim grows the vital flame in his dear breast | | 14 | 401 |
| 46: | Sonnet LXIII. To Colebrooke Dale. | Thy GENIUS, Colebrooke, faithless to his charge, | | 14 | 373 |
| 47: | Sonnet LXIV. To Mr. Henry Cary, On The Publication Of His Sonnets. | Prais'd be the Poet, who the Sonnet's claim, | | 14 | 373 |
| 48: | Sonnet LXIX. To A Young Lady, Purposing To Marry A Man Of Immoral Character In The Hope Of His Reformation. | Time, and thy charms, thou fanciest will redeem | | 14 | 367 |
| 49: | Sonnet LXV. To The Same. | Marcellus, since the ardors of my strain | | 14 | 358 |
| 50: | Sonnet LXVI. | Nobly to scorn thy gilded veil to wear, | | 14 | 407 |
| 51: | Sonnet LXVII. On Doctor Johnson's Unjust Criticisms In His Lives Of The Poets[1]. | Cou'd aweful Johnson want poetic ear, | | 14 | 354 |
| 52: | Sonnet LXVIII. On The Posthumous Fame Of Doctor Johnson. | Well it becomes thee, Britain, to avow | | 14 | 353 |
| 53: | Sonnet LXX. To A Young Lady In Affliction, Who Fancied She Should Never More Be Happy. | Yes, thou shalt smile again! - Time always heals | | 14 | 345 |
| 54: | Sonnet LXXI. To The Poppy. | While Summer Roses all their glory yield | | 14 | 356 |
| 55: | Sonnet LXXII. Written In The Rainy Summer Of 1789. | Ah, hapless JUNE! circles yon lunar Sphere | 1789 | 14 | 377 |
| 56: | Sonnet LXXIII. Translation. | He who a tender long-lov'd Wife survives, | | 14 | 352 |
| 57: | Sonnet LXXIV. | In sultry noon when youthful MILTON lay, | | 14 | 397 |
| 58: | Sonnet LXXIX. | While unsuspecting trust in all that wears | | 14 | 394 |
| 59: | Sonnet LXXV. Subject Continued. | He found her not; - yet much the POET found, | | 14 | 340 |
| 60: | Sonnet LXXVI. The Critics Of Doctor Johnson's School[1]. | Lo! modern Critics emulously dare | | 14 | 323 |
| 61: | Sonnet LXXVII. | O! hast thou seen a vernal Morning bright | | 14 | 415 |
| 62: | Sonnet LXXVIII. | Sophia tempts me to her social walls, | | 14 | 371 |
| 63: | Sonnet LXXX. | As lightens the brown Hill to vivid green | | 14 | 374 |
| 64: | Sonnet LXXXI. On A Lock Of Miss Sarah Seward's Hair Who Died In Her Twentieth Year. | My Angel Sister, tho' thy lovely form | | 14 | 374 |
| 65: | Sonnet LXXXII. | From a riv'd Tree, that stands beside the grave | | 14 | 412 |
| 66: | Sonnet LXXXIII. On Catania And Syracuse Swallowed Up By Earthquake. | Here, from laborious Art, proud TOWNS, ye rose! | | 14 | 351 |
| 67: | Sonnet LXXXIV. | While one sere leaf, that parting Autumn gilds, | | 14 | 384 |
| 68: | Sonnet LXXXIX. Subject Continued. | Yon late but gleaming Moon, in hoary light | | 14 | 360 |
| 69: | Sonnet LXXXV. To March. | MARCH, tho' the Hours of promise with bright ray | | 14 | 370 |
| 70: | Sonnet LXXXVI. To The Lake Of Killarney[1]. | Pride of Ierne's Sea-encircled bound, | | 14 | 388 |
| 71: | Sonnet LXXXVII. To A Young Lady, Addressed By A Gentleman Celebrated For His Poetic Talents. | Round Cleon's brow the Delphic laurels twine, | | 14 | 382 |
| 72: | Sonnet LXXXVIII. The Prospect A Flooded Vale. | Up this bleak Hill, in wintry Night's dread hour, | | 14 | 372 |
| 73: | Sonnet V. To A Friend, Who Thinks Sensibility A Misfortune. | Ah, thankless! canst thou envy him who gains | | 14 | 411 |
| 74: | Sonnet VI. Written At Lichfield, In An Eastern Apartment Of The Bishop's Palace, Which Commands A View Of Stow Valley. | In this chill morning of a wintry Spring | | 14 | 381 |
| 75: | Sonnet VII. | By Derwent's rapid stream as oft I stray'd, | | 14 | 386 |
| 76: | Sonnet VIII. Translation. | Short is the time the oldest Being lives, | | 14 | 414 |
| 77: | Sonnet X. To Honora Sneyd. | HONORA, shou'd that cruel time arrive | 1773 | 14 | 336 |
| 78: | Sonnet XC. Subject Continued. | My hour is not yet come! - these burning eyes | | 14 | 349 |
| 79: | Sonnet XCI. | On the fleet streams, the Sun, that late arose, | | 14 | 397 |
| 80: | Sonnet XCII. | Behold that Tree, in Autumn's dim decay, | | 14 | 387 |
| 81: | Sonnet XCIII. | Yon soft Star, peering o'er the sable cloud, | | 14 | 420 |
| 82: | Sonnet XCIV. | All is not right with him, who ill sustains | | 14 | 362 |
| 83: | Sonnet XCIX. On The Violent Thunder Storms. | Remorseless WINTER! in thy iron reign | 1790 | 14 | 373 |
| 84: | Sonnet XCV. | On the damp margin of the sea-beat shore | | 14 | 373 |
| 85: | Sonnet XCVI. | The breathing freshness of the shining Morn, | | 14 | 346 |
| 86: | Sonnet XCVII. To A Coffin-Lid. | Thou silent Door of our eternal sleep, | 1790 | 14 | 387 |
| 87: | Sonnet XCVIII. | Since my griev'd mind some energy regains, | | 14 | 500 |
| 88: | Sonnet XI. | How sweet to rove, from summer sun-beams veil'd, | | 14 | 369 |
| 89: | Sonnet XII. | Chill'd by unkind Honora's alter'd eye, | 1773 | 14 | 362 |
| 90: | Sonnet XIII. | Thou child of NIGHT, and SILENCE, balmy SLEEP, | 1773 | 14 | 391 |
| 91: | Sonnet XIV. | INGRATITUDE, how deadly is thy smart | 1773 | 14 | 384 |
| 92: | Sonnet XIX. To - - . | Farewell, false Friend! - our scenes of kindness close! | | 14 | 494 |
| 93: | Sonnet XL. December Morning[1]. | I love to rise ere gleams the tardy light, | 1782 | 14 | 355 |
| 94: | Sonnet XLI. Invitation To A Friend. | Since dark December shrouds the transient day, | 1782 | 14 | 403 |
| 95: | Sonnet XLII. | Lo! the YEAR's FINAL DAY! - Nature performs | 1782 | 14 | 374 |
| 96: | Sonnet XLIII. To May, In The Year 1783. | My memory, long accustom'd to receive | 1783 | 14 | 377 |
| 97: | Sonnet XLIV. | Rapt CONTEMPLATION, bring thy waking dreams | | 14 | 413 |
| 98: | Sonnet XLIX. On The Use Of New And Old Words In Poetry. | While with false pride, and narrow jealousy, | | 14 | 360 |
| 99: | Sonnet XLV. | From Possibility's dim chaos sprung, | | 14 | 364 |
| 100: | Sonnet XLVI. | Dark as the silent stream beneath the night, | | 14 | 495 |
| 101: | Sonnet XLVII. On Mr. Sargent's Dramatic Poem, The Mine[1]. | With lyre Orphean, see a Bard explore | | 14 | 344 |
| 102: | Sonnet XLVIII. | Now young-ey'd Spring, on gentle breezes borne, | | 14 | 336 |
| 103: | Sonnet XV. Written On Rising Ground Near Lichfield. | The evening shines in May's luxuriant pride, | 1774 | 14 | 381 |
| 104: | Sonnet XVI. Translated From Boileau. | Apollo, at his crowded altars, tir'd | | 14 | 350 |
| 105: | Sonnet XVII. | Ah! why have I indulg'd my dazzled sight | | 14 | 358 |
| 106: | Sonnet XVIII. An Evening In November, Which Had Been Stormy, Gradually Clearing Up, In A Mountainous Country. | Ceas'd is the rain; but heavy drops yet fall | | 14 | 390 |
| 107: | Sonnet XX. On Reading A Description Of Pope's Gardens At Twickenham. | Ah! might I range each hallow'd bower and glade | | 14 | 364 |
| 108: | Sonnet XXI. | Proud of our lyric Galaxy, I hear | | 14 | 374 |
| 109: | Sonnet XXII. Subject Continued. | You, whose dull spirits feel not the fine glow | | 14 | 352 |
| 110: | Sonnet XXIII. To Miss E. S. | Do I not tell thee surly Winter's flown, | | 14 | 344 |
| 111: | Sonnet XXIV. Translation. | Behold the Day an image of the Year! | | 14 | 379 |
| 112: | Sonnet XXIX. Subject Continued. | If GENIUS has its danger, grief and pain, | | 14 | 388 |
| 113: | Sonnet XXV. [1]Petrarch To Vaucluse. | Fortunate Vale! exulting Hill! dear Plain! | | 14 | 419 |
| 114: | Sonnet XXVI. | O partial MEMORY! Years, that fled too fast, | | 14 | 371 |
| 115: | Sonnet XXVII. | See wither'd WINTER, bending low his head; | | 14 | 481 |
| 116: | Sonnet XXVIII. | O, GENIUS! does thy Sun-resembling beam | | 14 | 361 |
| 117: | Sonnet XXX. | That song again! - its sounds my bosom thrill, | | 14 | 464 |
| 118: | Sonnet XXXI. To The Departing Spirit Of An Alienated Friend. | O, EVER DEAR! thy precious, vital powers | | 14 | 316 |
| 119: | Sonnet XXXII. Subject Of The Preceding Sonnet Continued. | Behold him now his genuine colours wear, | | 14 | 360 |
| 120: | Sonnet XXXIII. | Last night her Form the hours of slumber bless'd | 1780 | 14 | 403 |
| 121: | Sonnet XXXIV. | When Death, or adverse Fortune's ruthless gale, | 1780 | 14 | 363 |
| 122: | Sonnet XXXIX. Winter Evening. | When mourn the dark Winds o'er the lonely plain, | 1782 | 14 | 362 |
| 123: | Sonnet XXXV. Spring. | In April's gilded morn when south winds blow, | 1782 | 14 | 433 |
| 124: | Sonnet XXXVI. Summer. | Now on hills, rocks, and streams, and vales, and plains, | 1782 | 14 | 335 |
| 125: | Sonnet XXXVII. Autumn. | Thro' changing Months a well-attemper'd Mind | 1782 | 14 | 370 |
| 126: | Sonnet XXXVIII. Winter. | If he whose bosom with no transport swells | 1782 | 14 | 375 |
