| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Ballad Of Boding. | There are sleeping dreams and waking dreams; | | 220 | 968 |
| 2: | A Better Resurrection | I have no wit, no words, no tears; | | 24 | 554 |
| 3: | A Bird Song. | It's a year almost that I have not seen her: | | 9 | 677 |
| 4: | A Bird's-Eye View | Croak, croak, croak, | | 88 | 509 |
| 5: | A Birthday | My heart is like a singing bird | | 16 | 662 |
| 6: | A Bride Song. | Through the vales to my love! | | 43 | 480 |
| 7: | A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break | I will accept thy will to do and be, | | 24 | 441 |
| 8: | A Candlemas Dialogue. | Love brought Me down; and cannot love make thee | | 30 | 416 |
| 9: | A Chill | What can lambkins do | | 12 | 473 |
| 10: | A Christmas Carol. | In the bleak mid-winter | | 40 | 482 |
| 11: | A Daughter Of Eve. | A fool I was to sleep at noon, | | 15 | 522 |
| 12: | A Dirge. | Why were you born when the snow was falling? | | 12 | 419 |
| 13: | A Dream - Sonnet | Once in a dream (for once I dreamed of you) | | 14 | 510 |
| 14: | A Farm Walk | The year stood at its equinox | | 68 | 474 |
| 15: | A Fisher-Wife. | The soonest mended, nothing said; | | 16 | 417 |
| 16: | A Green Cornfield. | A stage below, in gay accord, | | 16 | 374 |
| 17: | A Helpmeet For Him. | Woman was made for man's delight, | | 11 | 401 |
| 18: | A Hope Carol. | A night was near, a day was near; | | 24 | 510 |
| 19: | A Life's Parallels. | Never on this side of the grave again, | | 12 | 468 |
| 20: | A Martyr. The Vigil Of The Feast. | Inner not outer, without gnash of teeth | | 145 | 448 |
| 21: | A Pageant And Other Poems. | Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome | | 14 | 379 |
| 22: | A Pause Of Thought | I looked for that which is not, nor can be, | | 20 | 450 |
| 23: | A Peal Of Bells | Strike the bells wantonly, | | 30 | 466 |
| 24: | A Portrait | She gave up beauty in her tender youth, | | 28 | 483 |
| 25: | A Prodigal Son. | Does that lamp still burn in my Father's house, | | 20 | 602 |
| 26: | A Ring Posy | Jess and Jill are pretty girls, | | 21 | 462 |
| 27: | A Rose Plant In Jericho. | At morn I plucked a rose and gave it Thee, | | 18 | 434 |
| 28: | A Royal Princess | I, a princess, king-descended, decked with jewels, gilded, drest, | | 108 | 477 |
| 29: | A Smile And A Sigh | A smile because the nights are short! | 1868 | 10 | 456 |
| 30: | A Song Of Flight. | While we slumber and sleep, | | 15 | 406 |
| 31: | A Summer Wish | Live all thy sweet life thro', | | 28 | 469 |
| 32: | A Testimony | I said of laughter: it is vain. | | 78 | 346 |
| 33: | A Triad - Sonnet | Three sang of love together: one with lips | | 14 | 393 |
| 34: | A Wintry Sonnet. | A robin said: The Spring will never come, | | 14 | 522 |
| 35: | A Year's Windfalls | On the wind of January | | 96 | 502 |
| 36: | Advent | This Advent moon shines cold and clear, | | 56 | 332 |
| 37: | After Communion. | Why should I call Thee Lord, Who art my God? | | 14 | 420 |
| 38: | After Death - Sonnet | The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept | | 14 | 425 |
| 39: | After This The Judgement | As eager homebound traveller to the goal, | | 70 | 383 |
| 40: | All Saints. | They are flocking from the East | | 49 | 397 |
| 41: | All Thy Works Praise Thee, O Lord. - A Processional Of Creation. | I, All-Creation, sing my song of praise | | 250 | 342 |
| 42: | Amen | It is over. What is over? | | 17 | 456 |
| 43: | Amor Mundi | Oh, where are you going with your love-locks flowing | 1865 | 20 | 393 |
| 44: | An "Immurata" Sister. | Life flows down to death; we cannot bind | | 28 | 344 |
| 45: | An Apple Gathering | I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree | | 28 | 418 |
| 46: | An Easter Carol. | Spring bursts to-day, | | 20 | 368 |
| 47: | An End | Love, strong as Death, is dead. | | 20 | 457 |
| 48: | An October Garden. | In my Autumn garden I was fain | | 14 | 439 |
| 49: | An Old-World Thicket. | Awake or sleeping (for I know not which) | | 180 | 400 |
| 50: | Another Spring | If I might see another Spring | | 24 | 405 |
| 51: | At Home | When I was dead, my spirit turned | | 32 | 431 |
| 52: | At Last. | Many have sung of love a root of bane: | | 14 | 378 |
| 53: | Autumn | I dwell alone - I dwell alone, alone, | | 63 | 504 |
| 54: | Autumn Violets | Keep love for youth, and violets for the spring: | 1868 | 14 | 544 |
| 55: | Beauty Is Vain | While roses are so red, | | 16 | 414 |
| 56: | Beauty Is Vain. | While roses are so red, | | 16 | 352 |
| 57: | Before The Paling Of The Stars | Before the paling of the stars, | 1864 | 25 | 372 |
| 58: | Behold A Shaking. | Man rising to the doom that shall not err, | | 28 | 408 |
| 59: | Behold The Man! | Shall Christ hang on the Cross, and we not look? | | 14 | 382 |
| 60: | Birchington Churchyard. | A lowly hill which overlooks a flat, | | 12 | 324 |
| 61: | Bird Or Beast? | Did any bird come flying | | 20 | 389 |
| 62: | Bird Raptures. | The sunrise wakes the lark to sing, | | 15 | 439 |
| 63: | Bitter For Sweet | Summer is gone with all its roses, | | 8 | 450 |
| 64: | Boy Johnny. | If you'll busk you as a bride | | 16 | 346 |
| 65: | Brandons Both. | Oh fair Milly Brandon, a young maid, a fair maid! | | 76 | 345 |
| 66: | Brother Bruin. | A dancing Bear grotesque and funny | | 57 | 376 |
| 67: | Buds And Babies. | A million buds are born that never blow, | | 8 | 413 |
| 68: | By The Sea. | Why does the sea moan evermore? | | 15 | 433 |
| 69: | By The Waters Of Babylon | Here where I dwell I waste to skin and bone; | 1866 | 88 | 382 |
| 70: | Child's Talk In April | I wish you were a pleasant wren, | | 45 | 418 |
| 71: | Christian And Jew - A Dialogue | Oh happy happy land! | | 64 | 348 |
| 72: | Christmas Carols. | Whoso hears a chiming for Christmas at the nighest, | | 83 | 436 |
| 73: | Come Unto Me | Oh, for the time gone by, when thought of Christ | 1864 | 14 | 420 |
| 74: | Conference Between Christ, The Saints, And The Soul | I am pale with sick desire, | 1863 | 48 | 364 |
| 75: | Confluents | As rivers seek the sea, | | 32 | 400 |
| 76: | Consider | Consider | 1866 | 20 | 415 |
| 77: | Consider The Lilies Of The Field | Flowers preach to us if we will hear: | | 24 | 380 |
| 78: | Cousin Kate | I was a cottage maiden | | 48 | 574 |
| 79: | Days Of Vanity. | A dream that waketh, | | 30 | 356 |
| 80: | De Profundis. | Oh why is heaven built so far, | | 16 | 397 |
| 81: | Dead Before Death - Sonnet | Ah! changed and cold, how changed and very cold, | | 14 | 360 |
| 82: | Dead Hope | Hope new born one pleasant morn | 1868 | 18 | 407 |
| 83: | Death's Chill Between | Chide not; let me breathe a little, | 1848 | 42 | 345 |
| 84: | Death-Watches. | The Spring spreads one green lap of flowers | | 12 | 352 |
| 85: | Despised And Rejected | My sun has set, I dwell | | 58 | 406 |
| 86: | Dost Thou Not Care? | I love and love not: Lord, it breaks my heart | | 24 | 355 |
| 87: | Dream Land | Where sunless rivers weep | | 32 | 429 |
| 88: | Dream-Love | Young Love lies sleeping | | 64 | 499 |
| 89: | Easter Even | There is nothing more that they can do | 1864 | 42 | 376 |
| 90: | Echo | Come to me in the silence of the night; | | 18 | 518 |
| 91: | Enrica, 1865. | She came among us from the South | | 24 | 378 |
| 92: | Eve | While I sit at the door | | 70 | 385 |
| 93: | Exultate Deo. | Many a flower hath perfume for its dower, | | 12 | 355 |
| 94: | Fata Morgana | A blue-eyed phantom far before | | 12 | 718 |
| 95: | Fluttered Wings. | The splendor of the kindling day, | | 20 | 364 |
| 96: | For Thine Own Sake, O My God. | Wearied of sinning, wearied of repentance, | | 18 | 343 |
| 97: | Freaks Of Fashion. | Such a hubbub in the nests, | | 84 | 405 |
| 98: | From House To Home | The first was like a dream through summer heat, | | 228 | 386 |
| 99: | From Sunset To Star Rise. | Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not: | | 14 | 405 |
| 100: | Goblin Market | Morning and evening | | 567 | 597 |
| 101: | Golden Glories. | The buttercup is like a golden cup, | | 9 | 545 |
| 102: | Golden Silences. | There is silence that saith, "Ah me!" | | 15 | 339 |
| 103: | Gone For Ever | O happy rose-bud blooming | | 18 | 375 |
| 104: | Good Friday | Am I a stone and not a sheep | | 16 | 426 |
| 105: | Grown And Flown | I loved my love from green of Spring | | 18 | 369 |
| 106: | He And She. | Should one of us remember, | | 9 | 417 |
| 107: | Heart's Chill Between | I did not chide him, though I knew | 1848 | 48 | 361 |
| 108: | Helen Grey | Because one loves you, Helen Grey, | 1866 | 24 | 357 |
| 109: | Hollow-Sounding And Mysterious. | There's no replying | | 34 | 367 |
| 110: | I Know You Not | O Christ, the Vine with living Fruit, | 1864 | 40 | 427 |
| 111: | I Will Arise. | Weary and weak, - accept my weariness; | | 30 | 425 |
| 112: | I Will Lift Up Mine Eyes Unto The Hills. | I am pale with sick desire, | | 48 | 387 |
| 113: | If | If he would come to-day, to-day, to-day, | 1866 | 24 | 528 |
| 114: | If Only | If I might only love my God and die! | | 14 | 395 |
| 115: | If Thou Sayest, Behold, We Knew It Not. | I have done I know not what, - what have I done? | | 42 | 353 |
| 116: | In The Round Tower At Jhansi | A hundred, a thousand to one; even so; | 1857 | 20 | 377 |
| 117: | In The Willow Shade. | I sat beneath a willow tree, | | 72 | 416 |
| 118: | It Is Finished. | Dear Lord, let me recount to Thee | | 48 | 347 |
| 119: | Italia, Io Ti Saluto! | To come back from the sweet South, to the North | | 15 | 326 |
| 120: | Jessie Cameron | Jessie, Jessie Cameron, | | 120 | 362 |
| 121: | Jesus, Do I Love Thee? | Jesus, do I love Thee? | 1864 | 34 | 432 |
| 122: | Johnny. | Johnny had a golden head | | 72 | 308 |
| 123: | L. E. L. | Downstairs I laugh, I sport and jest with all; | | 42 | 392 |
| 124: | Lady Maggie | You must not call me Maggie, you must not call me Dear, | | 48 | 366 |
| 125: | Last Night | Where were you last night? I watched at the gate; | 1865 | 36 | 394 |
| 126: | Later Life: A Double Sonnet Of Sonnets. | Before the mountains were brought forth, before | | 425 | 343 |
| 127: | Life And Death | Life is not sweet. One day it will be sweet | | 18 | 435 |
| 128: | Light Love | Oh, sad thy lot before I came, | | 70 | 410 |
| 129: | Long Barren | Thou who didst hang upon a barren tree, | | 15 | 353 |
| 130: | Love From The North | I had a love in soft south land, | | 32 | 380 |
| 131: | Love Is Strong As Death. | I have not sought Thee, I have not found Thee, | | 12 | 428 |
| 132: | Love Lies Bleeding. | Love that is dead and buried, yesterday | | 14 | 386 |
| 133: | Luscious And Sorrowful. | Beautiful, tender, wasting away for sorrow; | | 8 | 397 |
| 134: | Maggie A Lady. | You must not call me Maggie, you must not call me Dear, | | 48 | 340 |
| 135: | Maiden May. | Maiden May sat in her bower, | | 95 | 392 |
| 136: | Maiden-Song | Long ago and long ago, | | 229 | 380 |
| 137: | Mariana. | Not for me marring or making, | | 16 | 375 |
| 138: | Martyrs' Song | We meet in joy, though we part in sorrow; | | 62 | 357 |
| 139: | Mary Magdalene And The Other Mary. | Our Master lies asleep and is at rest; | | 11 | 355 |
| 140: | Maude Clare | Out of the church she followed them | | 48 | 334 |
| 141: | May | I cannot tell you how it was; | | 13 | 358 |
| 142: | Memento Mori. | Poor the pleasure | | 12 | 380 |
| 143: | Memory | I nursed it in my bosom while it lived, | | 36 | 325 |
| 144: | Mirage | The hope I dreamed of was a dream, | | 12 | 346 |
| 145: | Mirrors Of Life And Death. | The mystery of Life, the mystery | | 135 | 386 |
| 146: | Monna Innominata. A Sonnet Of Sonnets. | Come back to me, who wait and watch for you: - | | 243 | 332 |
| 147: | Mother Country | Oh what is that country | 1868 | 72 | 377 |
| 148: | My Dream | Hear now a curious dream I dreamed last night | | 51 | 371 |
| 149: | My Friend | Two days ago with dancing glancing hair, | 1864 | 16 | 351 |
| 150: | My Secret | I tell my secret? No indeed, not I: | | 34 | 428 |
| 151: | No, Thank You, John | I never said I loved you, John: | | 32 | 460 |
| 152: | Noble Sisters | Now did you mark a falcon, | | 60 | 385 |
| 153: | Of Him That Was Ready To Perish. | Lord, I am waiting, weeping, watching for Thee: | | 32 | 364 |
| 154: | Old And New Year Ditties | New Year met me somewhat sad: | | 58 | 396 |
| 155: | On The Wing. - Sonnet. | Once in a dream (for once I dreamed of you) | | 14 | 458 |
| 156: | Once For All. | I said: This is a beautiful fresh rose. | | 14 | 336 |
| 157: | One Certainty. - Sonnet. | Vanity of vanities, the Preacher saith, | | 14 | 364 |
| 158: | One Day | I will tell you when they met: | | 24 | 392 |
| 159: | One Foot On Sea, And One On Shore. | Oh tell me once and tell me twice | | 24 | 403 |
| 160: | One Sea-Side Grave. | Unmindful of the roses, | | 10 | 338 |
| 161: | Paradise: In A Dream | Once in a dream I saw the flowers | 1865 | 48 | 383 |
| 162: | Paradise: In A Symbol | Golden-winged, silver-winged, | 1865 | 36 | 379 |
| 163: | Passing And Glassing. | All things that pass | | 24 | 457 |
| 164: | Pastime. | A boat amid the ripples, drifting, rocking, | | 12 | 517 |
| 165: | Patience Of Hope. | The flowers that bloom in sun and shade | | 18 | 370 |
| 166: | Remember - Sonnet | Remember me when I am gone away, | | 14 | 543 |
| 167: | Repining | She sat alway thro' the long day | 1850 | 252 | 328 |
| 168: | Rest - Sonnet | O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes; | | 14 | 402 |
| 169: | Resurgam. | From depth to height, from height to loftier height, | | 14 | 352 |
| 170: | Saints And Angels. | It's oh in Paradise that I fain would be, | | 40 | 387 |
| 171: | Seasons | Oh the cheerful Budding-time! | 1866 | 32 | 438 |
| 172: | Shall I Forget? | Shall I forget on this side of the grave? | | 8 | 489 |
| 173: | Shut Out | The door was shut. I looked between | | 28 | 344 |
| 174: | Sister Maude | Who told my mother of my shame, | | 22 | 417 |
| 175: | Sit Down In The Lowest Room | Like flowers sequestered from the sun | 1864 | 280 | 357 |
| 176: | Sleep At Sea | Sound the deep waters: | | 88 | 444 |
| 177: | Soeur Louise De La Miséricorde. | I have desired, and I have been desired; | | 20 | 363 |
| 178: | Somewhere Or Other | Somewhere or other there must surely be | | 12 | 346 |
| 179: | Song | Oh roses for the flush of youth, | | 8 | 385 |
| 180: | Song | Two doves upon the selfsame branch, | | 8 | 369 |
| 181: | Song | She sat and sang alway | | 12 | 413 |
| 182: | Song | When I am dead, my dearest, | | 16 | 458 |
| 183: | Song. | Oh what comes over the sea, | | 12 | 422 |
| 184: | Songs In A Cornfield | A song in a cornfield | | 117 | 390 |
| 185: | Sound Sleep | Some are laughing, some are weeping; | | 22 | 423 |
| 186: | Spring | Frost-locked all the winter, | | 39 | 564 |
| 187: | Spring Quiet | Gone were but the Winter, | | 25 | 384 |
| 188: | Summer | Winter is cold-hearted | | 26 | 504 |
| 189: | Summer Is Ended. | To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose | | 10 | 372 |
| 190: | Sweet Death | The sweetest blossoms die. | | 24 | 392 |
| 191: | Symbols | I watched a rosebud very long | | 24 | 407 |
| 192: | Take Care Of Him. | Thou whom I love, for whom I died, | | 32 | 380 |
| 193: | Tempus Fugit. | Lovely Spring, | | 19 | 384 |
| 194: | The Bourne | Underneath the growing grass, | | 10 | 345 |
| 195: | The Convent Threshold | There's blood between us, love, my love, | | 148 | 319 |
| 196: | The Descent From The Cross. | Is this the Face that thrills with awe | | 8 | 374 |
| 197: | The First Spring Day | I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, | | 18 | 377 |
| 198: | The Ghost's Petition | There's a footstep coming: look out and see, | | 75 | 389 |
| 199: | The Hour And The Ghost | O love, love, hold me fast, | | 71 | 369 |
| 200: | The Key-Note. | Where are the songs I used to know, | | 16 | 350 |
| 201: | The Lambs Of Grasmere, 1860 | The upland flocks grew starved and thinned: | | 32 | 419 |
| 202: | The Love Of Christ Which Passeth Knowledge | I bore with thee long weary days and nights, | | 28 | 371 |
| 203: | The Lowest Place | Give me the lowest place: not that I dare | | 8 | 379 |
| 204: | The Lowest Room. | Like flowers sequestered from the sun | | 280 | 384 |
| 205: | The Master Is Come, And Calleth For Thee. | Who calleth? - Thy Father calleth, | | 20 | 356 |
| 206: | The Months: A Pageant. | Cold the day and cold the drifted snow, | | 406 | 371 |
| 207: | The Offering Of The New Law, The One Oblation Once Offered | Once I thought to sit so high | 1863 | 36 | 354 |
| 208: | The One Certainty - Sonnet | Vanity of vanities, the Preacher saith, | | 14 | 369 |
| 209: | The Poor Ghost | Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me, | | 36 | 350 |
| 210: | The Prince's Progress | Till all sweet gums and juices flow, | | 534 | 374 |
| 211: | The Queen Of Hearts | How comes it, Flora, that, whenever we | | 28 | 368 |
| 212: | The Thread Of Life. | The irresponsive silence of the land, | | 42 | 452 |
| 213: | The Three Enemies | Sweet, thou art pale. | | 51 | 382 |
| 214: | The World - Sonnet | By day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair: | | 14 | 380 |
| 215: | There Is A Budding Morrow In Midnight. | Wintry boughs against a wintry sky; | | 12 | 413 |
| 216: | They Desire A Better Country | I would not if I could undo my past, | 1869 | 42 | 378 |
| 217: | Three Seasons | A cup for hope!' she said, | | 16 | 415 |
| 218: | Thy Brother's Blood Crieth. | All her corn-fields rippled in the sunshine, | | 36 | 365 |
| 219: | Till To-Morrow. | Long have I longed, till I am tired | | 15 | 367 |
| 220: | To-Day For Me. | She sitteth still who used to dance, | | 32 | 396 |
| 221: | To-Day's Burden. | Arise, depart, for this is not your rest. | | 14 | 359 |
| 222: | Touching "Never." | Because you never yet have loved me, dear, | | 14 | 307 |
| 223: | Twice | I took my heart in my hand | | 48 | 375 |
| 224: | Twilight Calm | Oh, pleasant eventide! | | 60 | 425 |
| 225: | Twilight Night | We met, hand to hand, | 1866 | 33 | 534 |
| 226: | Under The Rose | Oh the rose of keenest thorn! | | 545 | 367 |
| 227: | Until The Day Break. | When will the day bring its pleasure? | | 30 | 388 |
| 228: | Up-Hill | Does the road wind up-hill all the way? | | 16 | 470 |
| 229: | Vanity Of Vanities - Sonnet | Ah, woe is me for pleasure that is vain, | | 14 | 362 |
| 230: | Venus' Looking-Glass. | I marked where lovely Venus and her court | | 14 | 383 |
| 231: | Weary In Well-Doing | I would have gone; God bade me stay: | | 15 | 364 |
| 232: | What Would I Give? | What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through, | | 9 | 371 |
| 233: | What Would I Give? | What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through, | | | 333 |
| 234: | What's In A Name? | Why has Spring one syllable less | | 44 | 327 |
| 235: | When My Heart Is Vexed, I Will Complain. | O Lord, how canst Thou say Thou lovest me? | | 36 | 340 |
| 236: | Who Shall Deliver Me? | God strengthen me to bear myself; | 1866 | 24 | 383 |
| 237: | Why? | Lord, if I love Thee and Thou lovest me, | | 14 | 440 |
| 238: | Wife To Husband | Pardon the faults in me, | | 30 | 364 |
| 239: | Winter Rain | Every valley drinks, | | 32 | 457 |
| 240: | Winter: My Secret. | I tell my secret? No indeed, not I: | | 34 | 453 |
| 241: | Within The Veil | She holds a lily in her hand, | 1865 | 12 | 424 |
| 242: | Yet A Little While. | I dreamed and did not seek: to-day I seek | | 15 | 376 |
