| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | "Paint Me As I Am, Warts And All"--Cromwell. | Brave soul, 'twere well if all the same would say, | | 10 | 526 |
| 2: | 'Stablished | The well-built house with walls of brick, or stone, | | 18 | 554 |
| 3: | A Gem | The gem is not this ode itself; | | 15 | 495 |
| 4: | A Glimpse Of Heaven | As the caged eagle neared the mountain range, | | 36 | 595 |
| 5: | A Merognostic | I know in part, but know not all, | | 64 | 663 |
| 6: | A Suffering God | Man is like God in miniature, | | 24 | 549 |
| 7: | A True Man | With purpose strong to do or die, | | 12 | 578 |
| 8: | A World Redeemed | This world is but the shadow | | 48 | 507 |
| 9: | Alaskan Boundary Settlement | My neighbor's farm and mine lie side by side, | | 36 | 507 |
| 10: | Ashamed, But Not Afraid | O God, I am ashamed to die, | | 28 | 513 |
| 11: | Aspiration | I stand to-day on higher ground | | 16 | 523 |
| 12: | Bag Your Game | Two men, well versed in use of arms, | | 48 | 625 |
| 13: | Beautiful Sky | Golden and purple, crimson and blue | | 16 | 478 |
| 14: | Brotherhood | Is brotherhood to flesh confined? | | 24 | 606 |
| 15: | Buttercups And Daisies | Buttercups and daisies growing everywhere, | | 27 | 460 |
| 16: | Canada | Dear Canada, our native land, | | 80 | 525 |
| 17: | Dunbar | Up to Dunbar our Cromwell went, | | 122 | 510 |
| 18: | England's Brave Sons | The yeoman lays aside his soil-stained smock, | | 40 | 489 |
| 19: | Eye Hath Not Seen | Somewhere in the realms supernal | | 32 | 545 |
| 20: | Father Of Universal Man | Father of Universal Man | | 66 | 497 |
| 21: | Friendship | When presses hard my load of care, | | 44 | 556 |
| 22: | Gather The Wayside Flowers | Tis well to have a goal in mind, | | 40 | 505 |
| 23: | God's Care | I fear not, my Father, the tempest's loud roar, | | 8 | 620 |
| 24: | God's Foot On The Cradle | The air is chill with the frost of doubt, | | 32 | 599 |
| 25: | God's Gifts To Be Enjoyed | From God's all bounteous hand descend | | 32 | 580 |
| 26: | God's Order | Every flower that decks the way, | | 32 | 453 |
| 27: | God's Plan Is Best | Thy plan is best, though it may not agree | | 24 | 483 |
| 28: | He Shall Dwell On High | Tossed about in strange commotion | | 48 | 587 |
| 29: | He Shall Wipe Away Every Tear | Every tear that dims the eye, | | 18 | 468 |
| 30: | Hide Their Scars! | A painter, high in worldy fame, | | 32 | 532 |
| 31: | I Was There | When the French soldier from the field returned, | | 30 | 480 |
| 32: | Influence | In gentle showers the rain descends, | | 30 | 421 |
| 33: | Invocation | O Thou, who art the source of joy and light, | | 36 | 514 |
| 34: | Is There A Brighter World? | Beneath the surface of a shallow lake, | | 64 | 557 |
| 35: | It Was My Fault[1] | Those men are deemed heroes who rush on the foe | | 18 | 484 |
| 36: | Joy In The Morning | The night of affliction, with its long hours of sadness, | | 8 | 617 |
| 37: | Kept The Flag Floating | Some men, like French, display much dash; | | 42 | 542 |
| 38: | Late Autumn | The fields lie bare before me now, | | 16 | 467 |
| 39: | Life | Our lives seem filled with things of little worth; | | 16 | 533 |
| 40: | Love Better Than Knowledge | O Thou Eternal One, look down | | 24 | 559 |
| 41: | Marston Moor | The armies met on Marston Moor, | | 69 | 537 |
| 42: | Mary | She brought her alabaster flask | | 16 | 458 |
| 43: | Memory | Remembrance of the past will joy impart | | 30 | 586 |
| 44: | Men Below Deck | The battleship its anchor weighs, | | 32 | 510 |
| 45: | My Lot | My lot on earth is not all mirth, | | 16 | 576 |
| 46: | My Old Sweetheart | My old sweetheart is away to-day; | | 44 | 499 |
| 47: | My Pansy Pets | My pansy pets are sleeping well | | 24 | 587 |
| 48: | My Primrose | My sweet primrose with thy open face, | | 20 | 470 |
| 49: | My Rest | I would not cherish a wish or thought | | 32 | 521 |
| 50: | My Sister Nell And I | We strolled down by the river side, | | 40 | 428 |
| 51: | Niagara's Rainbow | Upon the "table-rock" I stand, | | 30 | 496 |
| 52: | Oil The Cricket | Mamma, what noises do I hear? | | 20 | 444 |
| 53: | Others Save With Fear | Some men there are who stand so straight, | | 64 | 516 |
| 54: | Others' Burdens | My greatest grief is not my own; | | 15 | 590 |
| 55: | Perfect Work | An artist skilled beyond the sons of men | | 12 | 593 |
| 56: | Queen Victoria | We do not sing of vast domain | | 60 | 480 |
| 57: | Salut Aux Blessis | A group of mounted officers | | 24 | 628 |
| 58: | September | The hills are clad in purple and in gold, | | 76 | 470 |
| 59: | She Dearly Loved The Flowers | I saw her first when she was old, | | 32 | 589 |
| 60: | Silver Tones | A stately church by pious hands erected long ago, | | 38 | 500 |
| 61: | Sonnet | Each human life with mysteries is replete; | | 14 | 625 |
| 62: | The Baptism Of Clovis | Five hundred years have nearly passed away | | 66 | 452 |
| 63: | The Big Bear Creek | The waters of the Big Bear creek | | 40 | 442 |
| 64: | The Bud | The winter through I lay asleep, | | 32 | 476 |
| 65: | The Clouds | A grand stairway do these clouds appear | | 36 | 514 |
| 66: | The Copy | Looking o'er this written page, | | 36 | 593 |
| 67: | The End We Sought | The end we sought is not attained, | | 10 | 572 |
| 68: | The Flowers | Some flowers are brighter far in hue | | 24 | 474 |
| 69: | The Frost On The Window | Feathery frost on the window-pane, | | 30 | 492 |
| 70: | The Grandest Theme | The grandest theme for tongue, or pen, | | 24 | 433 |
| 71: | The Heroes Of Our Day | Heroic deeds in every age | | 32 | 438 |
| 72: | The Highest Goal | The highest goal is not success, | | 25 | 628 |
| 73: | The Johnstown Disaster, 1889 | Look down, ye Alleghenies, into the Conemaugh vale, | | 102 | 545 |
| 74: | The Moss Rose | Tis said, long since an angel came to earth, | | 40 | 601 |
| 75: | The Mosses | Exquisite mosses, so lovely and green, | | 24 | 425 |
| 76: | The Real | The leaf is faded, and decayed the flower, | | 24 | 455 |
| 77: | The Royal Way | Perfection ever is the price of toil. | | 32 | 589 |
| 78: | The Taj Of Agra | The Shah Jehan sat with his much-loved wife, | | 88 | 477 |
| 79: | The Water Lily | This lovely lily, so pure and white, | | 36 | 477 |
| 80: | To Mr. Rudyard Kipling[1] | True laureate of the Anglo-Saxon race, | | 42 | 449 |
| 81: | Tread Softly | In the courts of truth tread softly, | | 64 | 471 |
| 82: | True Love | He loves not much who loves not honor more; | | 12 | 532 |
| 83: | Undecaying Fruit | Doomed to decay are all things here; | | 32 | 483 |
| 84: | Victory Gained And Life Lost | As fought the Paladins of old, | | 12 | 474 |
| 85: | What Lasts? | The words we speak on the empty air, | | 34 | 556 |
| 86: | Wilt Thou Harass A Driven Leaf? | O harass not a driven leaf, | | 32 | 569 |
