| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Fragment. [1] | When, to their airy hall, my Fathers' voice | 1803 | 12 | 690 |
| 2: | A Fragment.[73] | Could I remount the river of my years | 1816 | 39 | 842 |
| 3: | A Very Mournful Ballad[568] On The Siege And Conquest Of Alhama.[569] | The Moorish King rides up and down. | | 116 | 772 |
| 4: | A Woman's Hair. [1] | Oh! little lock of golden hue | 1806 | 8 | 693 |
| 5: | Adrian's Address To His Soul When Dying. | Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav'ring Sprite, | 1806 | 11 | 663 |
| 6: | An Occasional Prologue, Delivered By The Author Previous To The Performance Of "The Wheel Of Fortune" At A Private Theatre. [1] | Since the refinement of this polish'd age | | 36 | 719 |
| 7: | And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low? | And wilt thou weep when I am low? | 1808 | 24 | 823 |
| 8: | Answer To A Beautiful Poem, Written By Montgomery, Author Of "The Wanderer Of Switzerland," Etc., Entitled "The Common Lot." [1] | Montgomery! true, the common lot | 1806 | 44 | 624 |
| 9: | Answer To Some Elegant Verses Sent By A Friend To The Author, Complaining That One Of His Descriptions Was Rather Too Warmly Drawn. | Candour compels me, BECHER! to commend | 1806 | 44 | 640 |
| 10: | Answer To The Foregoing, Addressed To Miss ----. | Dear simple girl, those flattering arts, | 1804 | 16 | 682 |
| 11: | Aristomenes.[608] | The Gods of old are silent on the shore. | | 11 | 770 |
| 12: | As The Author Was Discharging His Pistols In A Garden, Two Ladies Passing Near The Spot, Were Alarmed By The Sound Of A Bullet Hissing Near Them. To One Of Whom The Following Verses On The Occasion, Were Addressed The Next Morning. | Doubtless, sweet girl, the hissing lead, | | 36 | 815 |
| 13: | Beppo: A Venetian Story. | Tis known, at least it should be, that throughout | | 793 | 719 |
| 14: | Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The First. | Oh, thou, in Hellas deemed of heavenly birth, | | 953 | 727 |
| 15: | Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The Fourth. | I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; | | 1674 | 768 |
| 16: | Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The Second. | Come, blue-eyed maid of heaven! - but thou, alas, | | 926 | 725 |
| 17: | Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The Third. | Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child! | | 1103 | 702 |
| 18: | Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - To Ianthe. {1} | Not in those climes where I have late been straying, | | 45 | 715 |
| 19: | Childish Recollections. | When slow Disease, with all her host of Pains, | | 412 | 589 |
| 20: | Churchill's Grave,[59] | I stood beside the grave of him who blazed | 1816 | 42 | 737 |
| 21: | Damaetas. [1] | In law an infant, and in years a boy, | | 14 | 703 |
| 22: | Darkness.[k][56] | I had a dream, which was not all a dream. | 1816 | 81 | 843 |
| 23: | Dedication To The Prophecy Of Dante. | Lady! if for the cold and cloudy clime | 1819 | 14 | 722 |
| 24: | Don Juan - Canto The Eighth. | O blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds! | | 1128 | 664 |
| 25: | Don Juan - Canto The Eleventh. | When Bishop Berkeley said 'there was no matter,' | | 711 | 638 |
| 26: | Don Juan - Canto The Fifteenth. | Ah! - What should follow slips from my reflection; | | 782 | 639 |
| 27: | Don Juan - Canto The Fifth. | When amatory poets sing their loves | | 1271 | 625 |
| 28: | Don Juan - Canto The First | I want a hero: an uncommon want, | | 1774 | 719 |
| 29: | Don Juan - Canto The Fourteenth. | If from great nature's or our own abyss | | 816 | 668 |
| 30: | Don Juan - Canto The Fourth. | Nothing so difficult as a beginning | | 936 | 698 |
| 31: | Don Juan - Canto The Ninth. | O, Wellington! (or 'Villainton' - for Fame | | 680 | 664 |
| 32: | Don Juan - Canto The Second. | O ye! who teach the ingenuous youth of nations, | | 1728 | 674 |
| 33: | Don Juan - Canto The Seventeenth. | The world is full of orphans: firstly, those | | 112 | 599 |
| 34: | Don Juan - Canto The Seventh. | O Love! O Glory! what are ye who fly | | 696 | 651 |
| 35: | Don Juan - Canto The Sixteenth. | The antique Persians taught three useful things, | | 1038 | 669 |
| 36: | Don Juan - Canto The Sixth. | There is a tide in the affairs of men | | 958 | 673 |
| 37: | Don Juan - Canto The Tenth. | When Newton saw an apple fall, he found | | 695 | 697 |
| 38: | Don Juan - Canto The Third. | Hail, Muse! et cetera. - We left Juan sleeping, | | 985 | 683 |
| 39: | Don Juan - Canto The Thirteenth. | I now mean to be serious; - it is time, | | 886 | 664 |
| 40: | Don Juan - Canto The Twelth. | Of all the barbarous middle ages, that | | 711 | 634 |
| 41: | Don Juan - Dedication | Bob Southey! You're a poet, poet laureate, | | 152 | 628 |
| 42: | Egotism. A Letter To J. T. Becher. [1] | If Fate should seal my Death to-morrow, | | 68 | 755 |
| 43: | Elegy On Newstead Abbey. [1] | NEWSTEAD! fast-falling, once-resplendent dome! | | 156 | 600 |
| 44: | English Bards, And Scotch Reviewers; A Satire. | Still must I hear? - shall hoarse FITZGERALD bawl | | 1083 | 733 |
| 45: | Epistle To Augusta.[83] | My Sister! my sweet Sister! if a name | | 127 | 779 |
| 46: | Epitaph On A Beloved Friend.[1] | Oh, Friend! for ever lov'd, for ever dear! | 1803 | 28 | 645 |
| 47: | Farewell To The Muse. | Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days, | 1807 | 40 | 783 |
| 48: | Fill The Goblet Again. A Song. | Fill the goblet again! for I never before | | 32 | 748 |
| 49: | Fragment. Written Shortly After The Marriage Of Miss Chaworth. [1] | Hills of Annesley, Bleak and Barren, | | 8 | 567 |
| 50: | Fragments Of School Exercises: From The "Prometheus Vinctus" Of Aeschylus, | Great Jove! to whose Almighty Throne | 1804 | 17 | 638 |
| 51: | Francesca Of Rimini[348] - From The Inferno Of Dante. | The Land where I was born sits by the Seas | | 97 | 731 |
| 52: | From Anacreon. Ode 3. | Twas now the hour when Night had driven | | 48 | 617 |
| 53: | Granta. A Medley. | Oh! could LE SAGE'S demon's gift | 1806 | 100 | 583 |
| 54: | Hints From Horace: Being An Allusion In English Verse To The Epistle "Ad Pisones, De Arte Poetica," And Intended As A Sequel To "English Bards, And Scotch Reviewers." | Who would not laugh, if Lawrence, hired to grace | | 877 | 749 |
| 55: | I Would I Were A Careless Child. | I would I were a careless child, | | 56 | 597 |
| 56: | Imitated From Catullus. [1] To Ellen. | Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, | 1806 | 12 | 638 |
| 57: | Imitated From Catullus. To Anna. | Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, | 1806 | 12 | 825 |
| 58: | Imitation Of Tibullus. Sulpicia Ad Cerinthum (Lib. Quart.). | Cruel Cerinthus! does the fell disease | | 6 | 641 |
| 59: | Inscription On The Monument Of A Newfoundland Dog. [1] | When some proud son of man returns to earth, | | 26 | 752 |
| 60: | L'AmitiÉ, Est L'Amour Sans Ailes. [1] | Why should my anxious breast repine, | 1806 | 90 | 632 |
| 61: | Lachin Y Gair. [1] | Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses! | | 40 | 637 |
| 62: | Lines Addressed To A Young Lady.[1] | Doubtless, sweet girl! the hissing lead, | | 36 | 635 |
| 63: | Lines Inscribed Upon A Cup Formed From A Skull. [1] | Start not - nor deem my spirit fled: | 1808 | 24 | 807 |
| 64: | Lines On Hearing That Lady Byron Was Ill.[91] | And thou wert sad - yet I was not with thee; | 1816 | 60 | 704 |
| 65: | Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard Of Harrow. [1] | Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, | 1807 | 34 | 655 |
| 66: | Lines Written In "Letters Of An Italian Nun And An English Gentleman, By J. J. Rousseau; [1] Founded On Facts." | Away, away, - your flattering arts | | 4 | 708 |
| 67: | Lines. Addressed To The Rev. J. T. Becher, [1] On His Advising The Author To Mix More With Society. | Dear BECHER, you tell me to mix with mankind; | 1806 | 36 | 665 |
| 68: | Lord Byron's Verses On Sam Rogers.[579] | Nose and Chin that make a knocker, | | 75 | 876 |
| 69: | Love's Last Adieu. | The roses of Love glad the garden of life, | | 44 | 595 |
| 70: | Mazeppa | Twas after dread Pultowa's day, | | 869 | 703 |
| 71: | Monody On The Death Of The Right Hon. R. B. Sheridan, Spoken At Drury-Lane Theatre, London. | When the last sunshine of expiring Day | | 118 | 714 |
| 72: | Ode On Venice[234] | Oh Venice! Venice! when thy marble walls | | 160 | 732 |
| 73: | Ode To A Lady Whose Lover Was Killed By A Ball, Which At The Same Time Shivered A Portrait Next His Heart. | Lady! in whose heroic port | | 84 | 659 |
| 74: | On A Change Of Masters At A Great Public School. [1] | Where are those honours, IDA! once your own, | 1805 | 18 | 674 |
| 75: | On A Distant View Of The Village And School Of Harrow On The Hill, 1806. | Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection | 1806 | 36 | 720 |
| 76: | On Finding A Fan. [1] | In one who felt as once he felt, | 1807 | 20 | 796 |
| 77: | On Leaving N - St - D. | Through the cracks in these battlements loud the winds whistle, | 1803 | 32 | 632 |
| 78: | On Leaving Newstead Abbey. | Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle: | 1803 | 31 | 625 |
| 79: | On Revisiting Harrow. [1] | Here once engaged the stranger's view | 1807 | 16 | 745 |
| 80: | On The Bust Of Helen By Canova.[576] | In this belovéd marble view | 1816 | 7 | 710 |
| 81: | On The Death Of A Young Lady, [1] Cousin To The Author, And Very Dear To Him. | | 1802 | 24 | 627 |
| 82: | On The Death Of Mr. Fox,[1] The Following Illiberal Impromptu Appeared In The "Morning Post." | Our Nation's foes lament on Fox's death, | 1806 | 36 | 637 |
| 83: | On The Eyes Of Miss A---- H---- [1] | Anne's Eye is liken'd to the Sun, | 1807 | 8 | 599 |
| 84: | Oscar Of Alva. [1] | How sweetly shines, through azure skies, | | 316 | 566 |
| 85: | Ossian's Address To The Sun In "Carthon." [1] | Oh! thou that roll'st above thy glorious Fire, | 1805 | 52 | 575 |
| 86: | Pignus Amoris. [1] | As by the fix'd decrees of Heaven, | | 32 | 682 |
| 87: | Prometheus.[64] | Titan! to whose immortal eyes | 1816 | 58 | 809 |
| 88: | Queries To Casuists. [1] | The Moralists tell us that Loving is Sinning, | | 8 | 1144 |
| 89: | Remembrance. | Tis done! - I saw it in my dreams: | 1806 | 7 | 645 |
| 90: | Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not. | Remind me not, remind me not, | 1808 | 36 | 771 |
| 91: | Reply To Some Verses Of J. M. B. Pigot, Esq., On The Cruelty Of His Mistress. [1] | Why, Pigot, complain Of this damsel's disdain, | 1806 | 48 | 595 |
| 92: | So We'll Go No More A-Roving.[578] | So we'll go no more a-roving | | 11 | 708 |
| 93: | Soliloquy Of A Bard In The Country. [1] | Twas now the noon of night, and all was still, | 1806 | 82 | 569 |
| 94: | Sonetto Di Vittorelli.[575] Per Monaca. | Di due vaghe donzelle, oneste, accorte | | 13 | 673 |
| 95: | Song.[1] | Breeze of the night in gentler sighs | 1808 | 20 | 770 |
| 96: | Sonnet On Chillon | Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! | | 14 | 789 |
| 97: | Sonnet On The Nuptials Of The Marquis Antonio Cavalli With The Countess Clelia Rasponi Of Ravenna.[589] | A noble Lady of the Italian shore | 1819 | 14 | 661 |
| 98: | Sonnet To Lake Leman. | Rousseau - Voltaire - our Gibbon - and De Staël | | 14 | 803 |
| 99: | Sonnet To The Prince Regent.[ig] On The Repeal Of Lord Edward Fitzgerald's Forfeiture. | To be the father of the fatherless, | 1819 | 14 | 643 |
| 100: | Stanzas To A Hindoo Air.[605] | Oh! my lonely - lonely - lonely - Pillow! | | 16 | 820 |
| 101: | Stanzas To A Lady, On Leaving England. | Tis done - and shivering in the gale | 1809 | 66 | 749 |
| 102: | Stanzas To A Lady, With The Poems Of Camoens. [1] | This votive pledge of fond esteem, | | 16 | 657 |
| 103: | Stanzas To Augusta.[n][77] | Though the day of my Destiny's over, | 1816 | 47 | 759 |
| 104: | Stanzas To Jessy. [1] | There is a mystic thread of life | | 32 | 611 |
| 105: | Stanzas To The Po.[588] | River, that rollest by the ancient walls, | 1819 | 52 | 605 |
| 106: | Stanzas Written On The Road Between Florence And Pisa.[603] | Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story | 1821 | 16 | 812 |
| 107: | Stanzas.[591] | Could Love for ever Run like a river, | 1819 | 89 | 620 |
| 108: | The Adieu. Written Under The Impression That The Author Would Soon Die. | Adieu, thou Hill! where early joy | 1807 | 120 | 635 |
| 109: | The Age Of Bronze | The "good old times" - all times when old are good | | 778 | 857 |
| 110: | The Blues: A Literary Eclogue. | You're too late. Is it over? Nor will be this hour. | | 437 | 590 |
| 111: | The Cornelian. [1] | No specious splendour of this stone | | 32 | 623 |
| 112: | The Curse Of Minerva. | Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, | | 312 | 688 |
| 113: | The Death Of Calmar And Orla. [1] An Imitation Of Macpherson's "Ossian". [2] | Dear are the days of youth! | | 12 | 574 |
| 114: | The Dream | Our life is twofold: Sleep hath its own world, | 1816 | 207 | 807 |
| 115: | The Duel.[583] | Tis fifty years, and yet their fray | 1818 | 54 | 740 |
| 116: | The Episode Of Nisus And Euryalus. [1] A Paraphrase From The "Aeneid," Lib. 9. | Nisus, the guardian of the portal, stood, | | 406 | 596 |
| 117: | The First Kiss Of Love. | Away with your fictions of flimsy romance, | 1806 | 28 | 630 |
| 118: | The Irish Avatar.[ir][592] | Ere the daughter of Brunswick is cold in her grave, | 1821 | 128 | 593 |
| 119: | The Island - Canto The First. | The morning watch was come; the vessel lay | | 234 | 738 |
| 120: | The Island - Canto The Fourth. | White as a white sail on a dusky sea, | | 420 | 667 |
| 121: | The Island - Canto The Second. | How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai, | | 531 | 743 |
| 122: | The Island - Canto The Third. | The fight was o'er; the flashing through the gloom, | | | 686 |
| 123: | The Lament Of Tasso. | Long years! - It tries the thrilling frame to bear | | 247 | 729 |
| 124: | The Morgante Maggiore | In the beginning was the Word next God; | | 688 | 635 |
| 125: | The Prayer Of Nature. [1] | Father of Light! great God of Heaven! | 1806 | 64 | 562 |
| 126: | The Prisoner Of Chillon | My hair is grey, but not with years, | | 392 | 673 |
| 127: | The Prophecy Of Dante | Once more in Man's frail world! which I had left | 1819 | 675 | 643 |
| 128: | The Tear. | When Friendship or Love Our sympathies move; | 1806 | 76 | 579 |
| 129: | The Vision Of Judgment.[500] | Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate: | 1821 | 848 | 649 |
| 130: | The Waltz | Muse of the many-twinkling feet! whose charms | | 257 | 604 |
| 131: | There Was A Time, I Need Not Name. [1] | There was a time, I need not name, | 1808 | 24 | 694 |
| 132: | Thoughts Suggested By A College Examination. | High in the midst, surrounded by his peers, | | 72 | 549 |
| 133: | To ---- | When I hear you express an affection so warm, | 1805 | 28 | 705 |
| 134: | To - - [606] | But once I dared to lift my eyes | | 12 | 554 |
| 135: | To A Beautiful Quaker. [1] | Sweet girl! though only once we met, | 1806 | 56 | 590 |
| 136: | To A Knot Of Ungenerous Critics. [1] | Rail on, Rail on, ye heartless crew! | 1806 | 100 | 695 |
| 137: | To A Lady Who Presented The Author With The Velvet Band Which Bound Her Tresses. | This Band, which bound thy yellow hair | 1806 | 32 | 595 |
| 138: | To A Lady Who Presented To The Author A Lock Of Hair Braided With His Own, And Appointed A Night In December To Meet Him In The Garden. [1] | These locks, which fondly thus entwine, | | 44 | 637 |
| 139: | To A Lady, [1] On Being Asked My Reason For Quitting England In The Spring. | When Man, expell'd from Eden's bowers, | 1808 | 16 | 641 |
| 140: | To A Lady. | Oh! had my Fate been join'd with thine, | | 44 | 555 |
| 141: | To A Vain Lady. [1] | Ah, heedless girl! why thus disclose | 1807 | 36 | 533 |
| 142: | To A Youthful Friend. | Few years have pass'd since thou and I | | 76 | 661 |
| 143: | To A. ------ | Oh! did those eyes instead of fire, | 1806 | 28 | 811 |
| 144: | To An Oak At Newstead. [1] | Young Oak! when I planted thee deep in the ground, | 1807 | 40 | 695 |
| 145: | To Anne. [1] | Oh, Anne, your offences to me have been grievous: | 1807 | 16 | 756 |
| 146: | To Anne. [1] | Oh say not, sweet Anne, that the Fates have decreed | 1807 | 16 | 688 |
| 147: | To Caroline. | Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes, | 1805 | 24 | 588 |
| 148: | To Caroline. | Oh! when shall the grave hide for ever my sorrow? | 1805 | 24 | 556 |
| 149: | To Caroline. [1] | You say you love, and yet your eye | | 48 | 548 |
| 150: | To Caroline. [1] | When I hear you express an affection so warm, | 1805 | 28 | 551 |
| 151: | To D--- [1] | In thee, I fondly hop'd to clasp | 1803 | 12 | 590 |
| 152: | To E---[1] | Let Folly smile, to view the names | 1802 | 12 | 591 |
| 153: | To Edward Noel Long, Esq. [1] | Dear LONG, in this sequester'd scene, | | 108 | 491 |
| 154: | To Eliza. | Eliza! what fools are the Mussulman sect, | 1806 | 40 | 553 |
| 155: | To Emma. [1] | Since now the hour is come at last, | 1805 | 40 | 609 |
| 156: | To George, Earl Delawarr. | Oh! yes, I will own we were dear to each other; | | 36 | 517 |
| 157: | To Harriet. [1] | Harriet! to see such Circumspection, | | 12 | 711 |
| 158: | To Julia! | Julia! since far from you I've rang'd, | | 36 | 744 |
| 159: | To Lesbia! [1] | LESBIA! since far from you I've rang'd, | 1806 | 36 | 537 |
| 160: | To M----- | Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire, | 1806 | 28 | 543 |
| 161: | To M. S. G. | Whene'er I view those lips of thine, | | 40 | 521 |
| 162: | To M. S. G. [1] | When I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive; | | 20 | 518 |
| 163: | To Maria ------ | Since now the hour is come at last, | 1805 | 40 | 680 |
| 164: | To Marion. [1] | MARION! why that pensive brow? | 1807 | 56 | 465 |
| 165: | To Mary, On Receiving Her Picture. [1] | This faint resemblance of thy charms, | | 28 | 571 |
| 166: | To Mary. | Rack'd by the flames of jealous rage, | 1803 | 69 | 734 |
| 167: | To Miss E.P. | Eliza! what fools are the Mussulman sect, | 1806 | 40 | 743 |
| 168: | To My Son. [1] | Those flaxen locks, those eyes of blue | 1807 | 36 | 685 |
| 169: | To Romance. | Parent of golden dreams, Romance! | | 64 | 504 |
| 170: | To The Author Of A Sonnet Beginning "'Sad Is My Verse,' You Say, 'And Yet No Tear.'" | Thy verse is "sad" enough, no doubt: | 1807 | 16 | 837 |
| 171: | To The Countess Of Blessington. | You have asked for a verse: - the request | | 20 | 523 |
| 172: | To The Duke Of Dorset. [1] | Dorset! whose early steps with mine have stray'd, | 1805 | 112 | 538 |
| 173: | To The Earl Of Clare. | Friend of my youth! when young we rov'd, | 1807 | 102 | 526 |
| 174: | To The Sighing Strephon. | Your pardon my friend, If my rhymes did offend, | | 60 | 693 |
| 175: | To The Sighing Strephon. [1] | Your pardon, my friend, If my rhymes did offend, | | 54 | 584 |
| 176: | To Woman. | Woman! experience might have told me | | 22 | 558 |
| 177: | To---- | Oh! well I know your subtle Sex, | 1807 | 20 | 502 |
| 178: | Translation From Anacreon. [1] Ode 5 | Mingle with the genial bowl | 1805 | 26 | 533 |
| 179: | Translation From Anacreon. Ode 1. To His Lyre. | I wish to tune my quivering lyre, | | 26 | 579 |
| 180: | Translation From Catullus. - Ad Lesbiam. | Equal to Jove that youth must be | | 24 | 540 |
| 181: | Translation From Catullus. Luctus De Norte Passeris. | Ye Cupids droop each little head, | | 24 | 687 |
| 182: | Translation From Catullus. Lugete Veneres Cupidinesque (Carm. III.) | Ye Cupids, droop each little head, | | 24 | 579 |
| 183: | Translation From Horace. | The man of firm and noble soul | | 17 | 530 |
| 184: | Translation From The "Medea" Of Euripides [Ll. 627-660]. | When fierce conflicting passions urge | | 56 | 520 |
| 185: | Translation From Vittorelli. - On A Nun. | Of two fair virgins, modest, though admired, | | 14 | 562 |
| 186: | Translation Of The Epitaph On Virgil And Tibullus, By Domitius Marsus. | He who, sublime, in epic numbers roll'd, | | 4 | 595 |
| 187: | Venice. A Fragment.[577] | Tis midnight - but it is not dark | 1816 | 36 | 573 |
| 188: | Well! Thou Art Happy. [1] | Well! thou art happy, and I feel | 1808 | 36 | 670 |
| 189: | When I Roved A Young Highlander. | When I rov'd a young Highlander o'er the dark heath, | | 49 | 541 |
