| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Bronze Head | Here at right of the entrance this bronze head, | | | 1254 |
| 2: | A Coat | I Made my song a coat | 1916 | 10 | 1340 |
| 3: | A Cradle Song | The Danann children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold, | | 12 | 1405 |
| 4: | A Crazed Girl | That crazed girl improvising her music. | | | 1224 |
| 5: | A Deep-sworn Vow | Others because you did not keep | 1916 | 6 | 1104 |
| 6: | A Dialogue Of Self And Soul | I summon to the winding ancient stair; | | | 945 |
| 7: | A Dream Of Death | I Dreamed that one had died in a strange place | | 12 | 1712 |
| 8: | A Drinking Song | Wine comes in at the mouth | 1916 | 6 | 2942 |
| 9: | A Drunken Man's Praise Of Sobriety | Come swish around, my pretty punk, | | 16 | 1254 |
| 10: | A Faery Song | We who are old, old and gay, | | 16 | 1338 |
| 11: | A First Confession | I admit the briar | | 18 | 1549 |
| 12: | A Friend's Illness | Sickness brought me this | 1916 | 7 | 1379 |
| 13: | A Last Confession | What lively lad most pleasured me | | 24 | 1375 |
| 14: | A Man Young And Old | Through nurtured like the sailing moon | | 167 | 1234 |
| 15: | A Man Young And Old:- First Love | Though nurtured like the sailing moon | | 18 | 1262 |
| 16: | A Man Young And Old:- From Oedipus At Colonus | Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span; | | 12 | 1158 |
| 17: | A Man Young And Old:- His Memories | We should be hidden from their eyes, | | 18 | 1224 |
| 18: | A Man Young And Old:- His Wildness | O bid me mount and sail up there | | 12 | 1075 |
| 19: | A Man Young And Old:- Human Dignity | Like the moon her kindness is, | | 12 | 1206 |
| 20: | A Man Young And Old:- Summer And Spring | We sat under an old thorn-tree | | 16 | 1097 |
| 21: | A Man Young And Old:- The Death Of The Hare | I have pointed out the yelling pack, | | 12 | 1173 |
| 22: | A Man Young And Old:- The Empty Cup | A crazy man that found a cup, | | 10 | 1167 |
| 23: | A Man Young And Old:- The Friends Of His Youth | Laughter not time destroyed my voice | | 20 | 1104 |
| 24: | A Man Young And Old:- The Mermaid | A mermaid found a swimming lad, | | 6 | 1334 |
| 25: | A Man Young And Old:- The Secrets Of The Old | I have old women’s secrets now | | 18 | 1171 |
| 26: | A Meditation In Time Of War | For one throb of the artery, | | 5 | 1269 |
| 27: | A Memory Of Youth | The moments passed as at a play; | 1916 | 29 | 1266 |
| 28: | A Model For The Laureate | On thrones from China to Peru | | 24 | 1018 |
| 29: | A Nativity | What woman hugs her infant there? | | 12 | 1118 |
| 30: | A Needle's Eye | All the stream that's roaring by | | 4 | 1460 |
| 31: | A Poet To His Beloved | I Bring you with reverent hands | | 8 | 1233 |
| 32: | A Prayer For My Daughter | Once more the storm is howling, and half hid | 1919 | 80 | 1490 |
| 33: | A Prayer For My Son | Bid a strong ghost stand at the head | | 32 | 1027 |
| 34: | A Prayer For Old Age | God guard me from those thoughts men think | | 12 | 1239 |
| 35: | A Prayer On Going Into My House | God grant a blessing on this tower and cottage | 1919 | 16 | 1075 |
| 36: | A Song | I Thought no more was needed | 1919 | 18 | 1062 |
| 37: | A Song From The Player Queen | My mother dandled me and sang, | | 20 | 1025 |
| 38: | A Stick Of Incense | Whence did all that fury come? | | 4 | 850 |
| 39: | A Thought From Propertius | She might, so noble from head | | 8 | 1177 |
| 40: | A Woman Homer sung | If any man drew near | 1916 | 21 | 900 |
| 41: | A Woman Young And Old | She hears me strike the board and say | | | 987 |
| 42: | Adam's Curse | We sat together at one summer's end, | | 39 | 1123 |
| 43: | Aedh Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes | Fasten your hair with a golden pin, | | 12 | 1219 |
| 44: | Aedh Hears The Cry Of The Sedge | I Wander by the edge | | 10 | 1150 |
| 45: | Aedh Laments The Loss Of Love | Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, | | 7 | 1246 |
| 46: | Aedh Pleads With The Elemental Powers | The powers whose name and shape no living creature knows | | 18 | 1282 |
| 47: | Aedh Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers | I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, | | 8 | 1231 |
| 48: | Aedh Tells Of The Perfect Beauty | O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes | | 8 | 1292 |
| 49: | Aedh Tells Of The Rose In His Heart | All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, | | 8 | 1337 |
| 50: | Aedh Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved | Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair, | | 6 | 1265 |
| 51: | Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven | Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, | | 8 | 1289 |
| 52: | Aedh Wishes His Beloved Were Dead | Were you but lying cold and dead, | | 13 | 919 |
| 53: | After Long Silence | Speech after long silence; it is right, | | | 876 |
| 54: | Against Unworthy Praise | O Heart, be at peace, because | 1916 | 20 | 946 |
| 55: | All Souls' Night | Midnight has come, and the great Christ Church Bell | | | 1192 |
| 56: | All Things Can Tempt Me | All things can tempt me from this craft of verse: | 1916 | 10 | 955 |
| 57: | Alternative Song For The Severd Head In "The King Of The Great Clock Tower" | Saddle and ride, I heard a man say, | | | 955 |
| 58: | Among School Children | I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; | | 32 | 945 |
| 59: | An Acre Of Grass | Picture and book remain, | | | 1085 |
| 60: | An Appointment | Being out of heart with government | 1916 | 11 | 951 |
| 61: | An Image From A Past Life | Never until this night have I been stirred. | | | 1107 |
| 62: | An Irish Airman Foresees His Death | I know that I shall meet my fate | 1919 | 15 | 1959 |
| 63: | Anashuya And Vijaya | Send peace on all the lands and flickering corn. | | | 977 |
| 64: | Another Song Of A Fool | This great purple butterfly, | | 12 | 1252 |
| 65: | Are You Content? | I call on those that call me son, | | 26 | 984 |
| 66: | At Aleciras - A Meditaton Upon Death | The heron-billed pale cattle-birds | | | 1038 |
| 67: | At Galway Races | There where the course is, | 1916 | 16 | 924 |
| 68: | At the Abbey Theatre | Dear Craoibhin Aoibhin, look into our case. | 1916 | 14 | 883 |
| 69: | Baile And Aillinn | On the heir of Uladh, Buan's son, | | | 1092 |
| 70: | Beautiful Lofty Things | Beautiful lofty things: O'Leary's noble head; | | 12 | 1396 |
| 71: | Before The World Was Made | If I make the lashes dark | | 8 | 1155 |
| 72: | Beggar To Beggar Cried | Time to put off the world and go somewhere | 1916 | 20 | 871 |
| 73: | Blood And The Moon | Blessed be this place, | | 56 | 1151 |
| 74: | Breasal The Fisherman | Although you hide in the ebb and flow | | 8 | 821 |
| 75: | Broken Dreams | There is grey in your hair. | | 41 | 1212 |
| 76: | Brown Penny | I Whispered, "I am too young," | | | 955 |
| 77: | Byzantium | The unpurged images of day recede; | | 36 | 989 |
| 78: | Chosen | The lot of love is chosen. I learnt that much | | | 1038 |
| 79: | Church And State | Here is fresh matter, poet, | | | 886 |
| 80: | Closing Rhymes | While I, from that reed-throated whisperer | 1916 | 14 | 949 |
| 81: | Colonel Martin | The Colonel went out sailing, | | | 984 |
| 82: | Colonus' Praise | Come praise Colonus' horses, and come praise | | | 891 |
| 83: | Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites | Come gather round me, Parnellites, | | | 1058 |
| 84: | Conjunctions | If Jupiter and Saturn meet, | | 4 | 1027 |
| 85: | Consolation | O but there is wisdom | | | 998 |
| 86: | Coole Park | I meditate upon a swallow's flight, | 1929 | 32 | 1123 |
| 87: | Coole Park and Ballylee | I meditate upon a swallow's flight, | 1931 | 80 | 1224 |
| 88: | Crazy Jane And Jack The Journeyman | I know, although when looks meet | | | 953 |
| 89: | Crazy Jane And The Bishop | Bring me to the blasted oak | | | 893 |
| 90: | Crazy Jane Grown Old Looks At The Dancers | I found that ivory image there | | | 893 |
| 91: | Crazy Jane On God | That lover of a night | | 23 | 903 |
| 92: | Crazy Jane On The Day Of Judgment | Love is all | | | 1061 |
| 93: | Crazy Jane On The Mountain | I am tired of cursing the Bishop, | | | 960 |
| 94: | Crazy Jane Reproved | I care not what the sailors say: | | | 756 |
| 95: | Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop | I met the Bishop on the road | | | 755 |
| 96: | Cuchulain Comforted | A man that had six mortal wounds, a man | | | 788 |
| 97: | Cuchulain's Fight With The Sea | A man came slowly from the setting sun, | | 92 | 1257 |
| 98: | Death | Nor dread nor hope attend | | 12 | 1195 |
| 99: | Demon and Beast | For certain minutes at the least | | 50 | 1006 |
| 100: | Down By The Salley Gardens | Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; | | | 862 |
| 101: | Easter | I have met them at close of day | 1916 | 80 | 1148 |
| 102: | Ego Dominus Tuus | On the grey sand beside the shallow stream | | 73 | 1053 |
| 103: | Ephemera | Your eyes that once were never weary of mine | | 26 | 958 |
| 104: | Fallen Majesty | Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face, | 1916 | 8 | 847 |
| 105: | Father And Child | She hears me strike the board and say | | | 796 |
| 106: | Fergus And The Druid | his whole day have I followed in the rocks, | | | 831 |
| 107: | For Anne Gregory | Never shall a young man, | | 14 | 792 |
| 108: | Fragments | Locke sank into a swoon; | | | 762 |
| 109: | Friends | Now must I these three praise, | 1916 | 28 | 986 |
| 110: | From A Full Moon In March | Under the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd. | | | 789 |
| 111: | From The 'Antigone' | Overcome -- O bitter sweetness, | | | 792 |
| 112: | Girl's Song | I went out alone | | | 914 |
| 113: | Gratitude To The Unknown Instructors | What they undertook to do | | 4 | 884 |
| 114: | Hanrahan Laments Because Of His Wanderings | O Where is our Mother of Peace | | 12 | 802 |
| 115: | Hanrahan Reproves The Curlew | O, Curlew, cry no more in the air, | | 6 | 892 |
| 116: | Hanrahan Speaks To The Lovers Of His Songs In Coming Days | O, Colleens, kneeling by your altar rails long hence, | | 8 | 788 |
| 117: | He And She | As the moon sidles up | | | 1205 |
| 118: | He Bids His Beloved Be At Peace | I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, | | 12 | 804 |
| 119: | He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes | Fasten your hair with a golden pin, | | | 706 |
| 120: | He Hears The Cry Of The Sedge | I wander by the edge | | | 711 |
| 121: | He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World | Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns? | | | 714 |
| 122: | He Remembers Forgotten Beauty | When my arms wrap you round I press | | 24 | 798 |
| 123: | He Reproves The Curlew | O Curlew, cry no more in the air, | | | 719 |
| 124: | He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers | I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, | | | 847 |
| 125: | He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty | O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, | | | 794 |
| 126: | He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven | I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young | | | 720 |
| 127: | He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved | Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair, | | 6 | 727 |
| 128: | He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved | Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair, | | | 832 |
| 129: | He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven | Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, | | | 889 |
| 130: | He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead | Were you but lying cold and dead, | | | 732 |
| 131: | Her Praise | She is foremost of those that I would hear praised. | | 18 | 1143 |
| 132: | High Talk | Processions that lack high stilts have nothing that catches the eye. | | | 770 |
| 133: | His Dream | I Swayed upon the gaudy stern | 1916 | 20 | 946 |
| 134: | His Phoenix | There is a queen in China, or maybe it’s in Spain, | | 32 | 1082 |
| 135: | Hound Voice | Because we love bare hills and stunted trees | | | 710 |
| 136: | Imitated From The Japanese | A most astonishing thing | | 9 | 820 |
| 137: | In Memory Of Alfred Pollexfen | Five-and-twenty years have gone | | 39 | 1044 |
| 138: | In Memory of Major Robert Gregory | Now that we're almost settled in our house | 1919 | 98 | 1336 |
| 139: | In Tara's Halls | A man I praise that once in Tara's Hals | | | 857 |
| 140: | In The Seven Woods | I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods | | | 834 |
| 141: | Into The Twilight | Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, | | 16 | 854 |
| 142: | Introductory Rhymes | Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain | Jan 1914 | 22 | 883 |
| 143: | John Kinsella's Lament For Mr. Mary Moore | A Bloody and a sudden end, | | 36 | 1495 |
| 144: | King and No King | Would it were anything but merely voice! | | 16 | 807 |
| 145: | Lapis Lazuli | I have heard that hysterical women say | | 56 | 841 |
| 146: | Leda And The Swan | A sudden blow: the great wings beating still | | 16 | 940 |
| 147: | Lines Written In Dejection | When have I last looked on | | 11 | 1013 |
| 148: | Long-Legged Fly | That civilisation may not sink, | | 30 | 771 |
| 149: | Maid Quiet | Where has Maid Quiet gone to, | | | 765 |
| 150: | Me Peacock | What's riches to him | | | 788 |
| 151: | Meditations In Time Of Civil War | Surely among a rich man s flowering lawns, | | | 634 |
| 152: | Memory | One had a lovely face, | | 6 | 1099 |
| 153: | Men Improve With The Years | I am worn out with dreams; | | 18 | 1808 |
| 154: | Meru | Civilisation is hooped together, brought | | | 1077 |
| 155: | Michael Robartes Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods | If this importunate heart trouble your peace | | 24 | 782 |
| 156: | Michael Robartes Bids His Beloved Be At Peace | I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, | | 12 | 1060 |
| 157: | Michael Robartes Remembers Forgotten Beauty | When my arms wrap you round I press | | 24 | 1037 |
| 158: | Mohini Chatterjee | I asked if I should pray. | | 28 | 747 |
| 159: | Mongan Laments The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved | Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns! | | 12 | 1020 |
| 160: | Mongan Thinks Of His Past Greatness | I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young | | 12 | 1087 |
| 161: | Narrative And Dramatic The Wanderings Of Oisin | You who are bent, and bald, and blind, | | | 693 |
| 162: | Never Give All the Heart | Never give all the heart, for love | | 14 | 802 |
| 163: | News For The Delphic Oracle | There all the golden codgers lay, | | | 835 |
| 164: | Nineteen Hundred And Nineteen | Many ingenious lovely things are gone | | | 703 |
| 165: | No Second Troy | Why should I blame her that she filled my days | | 12 | 803 |
| 166: | O Do Not Love Too Long | Sweetheart, do not love too long: | | | 899 |
| 167: | Oil And Blood | In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli | | 6 | 733 |
| 168: | Old Memory | O thought, fly to her when the end of day | | | 739 |
| 169: | On A Picture Of A Black Centaur By Edmund Dulac | Your hooves have stamped at the black margin of the wood, | | | 698 |
| 170: | On A Political Prisoner | She that but little patience knew, | | | 745 |
| 171: | On Being Asked For A War Poem | I think it better that in times like these | | 6 | 904 |
| 172: | On Hearing That The Students Of Our New University Have Joined The Ancient Order Of Hibernians And The Agitation Against Immoral Literature | Where, where but here have Pride and Truth, | | 4 | 798 |
| 173: | On Those That Hated "The Playboy Of The Western World" | Once, when midnight smote the air, | | | 765 |
| 174: | On Woman | May God be praised for woman | | 43 | 937 |
| 175: | Owen Aherne And His Dancers | A strange thing surely that my Heart, when love had come unsought | | 4 | 968 |
| 176: | Parnell's Funeral | Under the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd. | | | 743 |
| 177: | Paudeen | Indignant at the fumbling wits, the obscure spite | | 8 | 787 |
| 178: | Peace | Ah, that Time could touch a form | | 11 | 910 |
| 179: | Politics | How can I, that girl standing there, | | | 911 |
| 180: | Presences | This night has been so strange that it seemed | | 14 | 933 |
| 181: | Quarrel In Old Age | Where had her sweetness gone? | | | 1025 |
| 182: | Reconciliation | Some may have blamed you that you took away | | 12 | 753 |
| 183: | Red Hanrahan's Song About Ireland | The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand, | | | 877 |
| 184: | Remorse For Intemperate Speech | I ranted to the knave and fool, | | | 935 |
| 185: | Responsibilities | Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain | | 22 | 847 |
| 186: | Ribb At The Tomb Of Baile And Aillinn | Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night | | | 852 |
| 187: | Ribb Considers Christian Love Insufficient | Why should I seek for love or study it? | | | 880 |
| 188: | Ribb Denounces Patrick | An abstract Greek absurdity has crazed the man | | | 860 |
| 189: | Ribb In Ecstasy | What matter that you understood no word! | | 8 | 972 |
| 190: | Roger Casement | I say that Roger Casement | | | 1019 |
| 191: | Running To Paradise | As I came over Windy Gap | | 28 | 887 |
| 192: | Sailing To Byzantium | That is no country for old men. The young | | 32 | 1205 |
| 193: | September 1913 | What need you, being come to sense, | | 32 | 809 |
| 194: | Shepherd And Goatheard | That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year. | | | 833 |
| 195: | Sixteen Dead Men | O but we talked at large before | | | 956 |
| 196: | Slim Adolescence That A Nymph Has Stripped | Slim adolescence that a nymph has stripped, | | | 898 |
| 197: | Solomon And The Witch | And thus declared that Arab lady: | | 47 | 684 |
| 198: | Solomon To Sheba | Sang Solomon to Sheba, | | 24 | 952 |
| 199: | Spilt Milk | We that have done and thought, | | 4 | 912 |
| 200: | Statistics | Those Platonists are a curse," he said, | | 4 | 1073 |
| 201: | Stream And Sun At Glendalough | Through intricate motions ran | | | 828 |
| 202: | Supernatural Songs | Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night | | | 891 |
| 203: | Sweet Dancer | The girl goes dancing there | | | 1011 |
| 204: | Swift's Epitaph | Swift has sailed into his rest; | | 8 | 963 |
| 205: | Symbols | A storm beaten old watch-tower, | | 6 | 1017 |
| 206: | That The Night Come | She lived in storm and strife, | | 12 | 1057 |
| 207: | The Apparitions | Because there is safety in derision | | | 922 |
| 208: | The Arrow | I thought of your beauty, and this arrow, | | | 895 |
| 209: | The Attack on ‘The Playboy of the Western World,’ 1907 | Once, when midnight smote the air, | 1916 | 6 | 818 |
| 210: | The Ballad Of Father Gilliagan | The old priest Peter Gilligan | | | 910 |
| 211: | The Ballad Of Father O'Hart | Good Father John O'Hart | | | 931 |
| 212: | The Ballad Of Moll Magee | Come round me, little childer; | | | 956 |
| 213: | The Ballad Of The Foxhunter | Lay me in a cushioned chair; | | | 1012 |
| 214: | The Balloon Of The Mind | Hands, do what you’re bid; | | 4 | 970 |
| 215: | The Black Tower | Say that the men of the old black tower, | | | 891 |
| 216: | The Blessed | Cumhal called out, bending his head, | | 40 | 817 |
| 217: | The Cap And Bells | The jester walked in the garden: | | 36 | 743 |
| 218: | The Cat And The Moon | The cat went here and there | | 28 | 967 |
| 219: | The Chambermaid's First Song | How came this ranger | | | 920 |
| 220: | The Chambermaid's Second Song | From pleasure of the bed, | | | 953 |
| 221: | The Choice | The intellect of man is forced to choose | | | 942 |
| 222: | The Circus Animal Desertion | I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, | | | 758 |
| 223: | The Cloak, The Boat, And The Shoes | What do you make so fair and bright?" | | | 822 |
| 224: | The Cold Heaven | Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting Heaven | 1916 | 12 | 939 |
| 225: | The Collar-Bone Of A Hare | Would I could cast a sail on the water | | 16 | 841 |
| 226: | The Coming Of Wisdom With Time | Though leaves are many, the root is one; | 1916 | 4 | 858 |
| 227: | The Consolation | I Had this thought awhile ago, | 1916 | 16 | 850 |
| 228: | The Countess Cathleen In Paradise | All the heavy days are over; | | | 950 |
| 229: | The crazed moon | Crazed through much child-bearing | | | 712 |
| 230: | The Curse Of Cromwell | You ask what -- I have found, and far and wide I go: | | | 946 |
| 231: | The Dawn | I would be ignorant as the dawn | | 14 | 1076 |
| 232: | The Dedication To A Book Of Stories | There was a green branch hung with many a bell | | | 759 |
| 233: | The Delphic Oracle Upon Plotinus | Behold that great Plotinus swim, | | | 798 |
| 234: | The Dolls | A Doll in the doll-maker’s house | 1916 | 20 | 927 |
| 235: | The Double Vision Of Michael Robartes | On the grey rock of Cashel the mind’s eye | | 68 | 922 |
| 236: | The Everlasting Voices | O sweet everlasting Voices be still; | | 8 | 861 |
| 237: | The Falling Of The Leaves | Autumn is over the long leaves that love us, | | | 715 |
| 238: | The Fascination Of What’s Difficult | The Fascination of what’s difficult | 1916 | 13 | 838 |
| 239: | The Fiddler Of Dooney | When I play on my fiddle in Dooney, | | 20 | 826 |
| 240: | The Fish | Although you hide in the ebb and flow | | | 730 |
| 241: | The Fisherman | Although I can see him still, | | 40 | 977 |
| 242: | The Folly Of Being Comforted | One that is ever kind said yesterday: | | 15 | 692 |
| 243: | The Fool By The Roadside | When all works that have | | | 794 |
| 244: | The Four Ages Of Man | He with body waged a fight, | | 8 | 1311 |
| 245: | The Ghost Of Roger Casement | O what has made that sudden noise? | | | 896 |
| 246: | The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid | Kusta Ben Luka is my name, I write | | | 714 |
| 247: | The Great Day | Hurrah for revolution and more cannon-shot! | | | 975 |
| 248: | The Grey Rock | Poets with whom I learned my trade, | 1916 | 132 | 764 |
| 249: | The Gyres | The gyres! the gyres! Old Rocky Face, look forth; | | 26 | 703 |
| 250: | The Harp Of Aengus | Edain came out of Midhir's hill, and lay | | | 917 |
| 251: | The Hawk | Call down the hawk from the air; | | 18 | 977 |
| 252: | The Heart Of The Woman | O what to me the little room | | 12 | 739 |
| 253: | The Host Of The Air | O’Driscoll drove with a song, | | 44 | 738 |
| 254: | The Hosting Of The Sidhe | The host is riding from Knocknarea | | 16 | 778 |
| 255: | The Hour Before Dawn | A one-legged, one-armed, one-eyed man, | 1916 | 120 | 790 |
| 256: | The Hour-Glass | He said we might choose the subject for the lesson | 1912 | 740 | 797 |
| 257: | The Indian To His Love | The island dreams under the dawn | | | 676 |
| 258: | The Indian Upon God | I passed along the water's edge below the humid trees, | | | 761 |
| 259: | The Lady's First Song | I turn round | | | 1023 |
| 260: | The Lady's Second Song | What sort of man is coming | | | 890 |
| 261: | The Lady's Third Song | When you and my true lover meet | | | 900 |
| 262: | The Lake Isle Of Innisfree | I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, | | | 758 |
| 263: | The Lamentation Of The Old Pensioner | Although I shelter from the rain | | | 1015 |
| 264: | The Leaders Of The Crowd | They must to keep their certainty accuse | | | 886 |
| 265: | The Living Beauty | I’ll say and maybe dream I have drawn content | | 10 | 880 |
| 266: | The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods | If this importunate heart trouble your peace | | | 733 |
| 267: | The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love | Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, | | | 922 |
| 268: | The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends | Though you are in your shining days, | | | 888 |
| 269: | The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days | O women, kneeling by your altar-rails long hence, | | | 821 |
| 270: | The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart | All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, | | | 1053 |
| 271: | The Lover's Song | Bird sighs for the air, | | | 1067 |
| 272: | The Madness Of King Goll | I sat on cushioned otter-skin: | | | 930 |
| 273: | The Magi | Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye, | | 8 | 819 |
| 274: | The Man And The Echo | In a cleft that's christened Alt | | | 1151 |
| 275: | The Man Who Dreamed Of Faeryland | He stood among a crowd at Dromahair; | | | 944 |
| 276: | The Mask | Put off that mask of burning gold | | 15 | 869 |
| 277: | The Meditation Of The Old Fisherman | You waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play, | | | 1097 |
| 278: | The Moods | Time drops in decay, | | 7 | 1030 |
| 279: | The Mother Of God | The threefold terror of love; a fallen flare | | | 927 |
| 280: | The Mountain Tomb | Pour wine and dance if Manhood still have pride, | | 12 | 733 |
| 281: | The Municipal Gallery Revisited | Around me the images of thirty years: | | | 1002 |
| 282: | The New Faces | If you, that have grown old, were the first dead, | | | 922 |
| 283: | The Nineteenth Century And After | Though the great song return no more | | | 1022 |
| 284: | The O'Rahilly | Sing of the O'Rahilly, | | | 951 |
| 285: | The Old Age Of Queen Maeve | MAEVE the great queen was pacing to and fro, | | | 1030 |
| 286: | The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water | I heard the old, old men say, | | | 1074 |
| 287: | The Old Stone Cross | A statesman is an easy man, | | | 1034 |
| 288: | The Peacock | What's riches to him | | 11 | 808 |
| 289: | The People | What have I earned for all that work,’ I said, | | 38 | 957 |
| 290: | The Phases of the Moon | An old man cocked his ear upon a bridge; | | 171 | 1122 |
| 291: | The Pilgrim | I fasted for some forty days on bread and buttermilk, | | | 956 |
| 292: | The Player Queen | My mother dandled me and sang, | | 20 | 820 |
| 293: | The Players Ask For A Blessing On The Psalteries And On Themselves | Hurry to bless the hands that play, | | | 1096 |
| 294: | The Poet Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends | Though you are in your shining days, | | 8 | 1038 |
| 295: | The Ragged Wood | O hurry where by water among the trees | | | 975 |
| 296: | The Realists | Hope that you may understand! | | 8 | 844 |
| 297: | The Results Of Thought | Acquaintance; companion; | | | 1016 |
| 298: | The Rose Of Battle | Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! | | | 924 |
| 299: | The Rose Of Peace | If Michael, leader of God's host | | | 1015 |
| 300: | The Rose Of The World | Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? | | | 951 |
| 301: | The Rose Tree | O words are lightly spoken, | | | 1030 |
| 302: | The Sad Shepherd | That cry’s from the first cuckoo of the year | | 130 | 1051 |
| 303: | The Saint And The Hunchback | Stand up and lift your hand and bless | | 17 | 937 |
| 304: | The Scholars | Bald heads forgetful of their sins, | | 12 | 886 |
| 305: | The Second Coming | Turning and turning in the widening gyre | | | 849 |
| 306: | The Secret Rose | Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose, | | 32 | 1082 |
| 307: | The Seven Sages | My great-grandfather spoke to Edmund Burke In Grattan's house. | | | 947 |
| 308: | The Shadowy Waters | The deck of an ancient ship. At the right of the stage is the mast, | | | 993 |
| 309: | The Song Of The Happy Shepherd | The woods of Arcady are dead, | | | 930 |
| 310: | The Song Of The Old Mother | I Rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow | | 10 | 994 |
| 311: | The Song Of Wandering Aengus | I went out to the hazel wood, | | 24 | 1078 |
| 312: | The Sorrow Of Love | The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves | | | 985 |
| 313: | The Spirit Medium | Poetry, music, I have loved, and yet | | | 916 |
| 314: | The Spur | You think it horrible that lust and rage | | | 1028 |
| 315: | The Statesman's Holiday | I Lived among great houses, | | | 789 |
| 316: | The Statues | Pythagoras planned it. Why did the people stare? | | | 980 |
| 317: | The Stolen Child | Where dips the rocky highland | | | 860 |
| 318: | The Three Beggars | Though to my feathers in the wet, | | 64 | 1056 |
| 319: | The Three Bushes | Said lady once to lover, | | | 904 |
| 320: | The Three Hermits | Three old hermits took the air | | 32 | 1151 |
| 321: | The Three Monuments | They hold their public meetings where | | | 993 |
| 322: | The Tower | That is no country for old men. The young | | | 891 |
| 323: | The Travail Of Passion | When the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide; | | 8 | 960 |
| 324: | The Two Kings | King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood | | 228 | 1056 |
| 325: | The Two Trees | Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, | | | 751 |
| 326: | The Unappeasable Host | The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold, | | | 887 |
| 327: | The Valley Of The Black Pig | The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears | | 8 | 1069 |
| 328: | The Well And The Tree | The man that I praise, | | 16 | 1242 |
| 329: | The Wheel | Through winter-time we call on spring, | | | 880 |
| 330: | The White Birds | I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! | | | 889 |
| 331: | The Wild Old Wicked Man | Because I am mad about women I am mad about the hills | | | 829 |
| 332: | The Wild Swans At Coole | The trees are in their autumn beauty, | | 30 | 811 |
| 333: | The Winding Stair And Other Poems | The light of evening, Lissadell, | | | 805 |
| 334: | The Witch | Toil and grow rich, | | 8 | 1120 |
| 335: | The Withering Of The Boughs | I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds: | | | 843 |
| 336: | The Young Man’s Song | I Whispered, ‘I am too young,’ | | 16 | 1157 |
| 337: | There | There all the barrel-hoops are knit, | | 4 | 1039 |
| 338: | These Are The Clouds | These are the clouds about the fallen sun, | | 12 | 1088 |
| 339: | Those Images | What if I bade you leave | | | 767 |
| 340: | Three Marching Songs | Remember all those renowned generations, | | | 817 |
| 341: | Three Movements | Shakespearean fish swam the sea, far away from land; | | | 747 |
| 342: | Three Songs To The One Burden | The Roaring Tinker if you like, | | | 757 |
| 343: | Three Songs To The Same Tune | Grandfather sang it under the gallows: | | | 806 |
| 344: | To A Child Dancing In The Wind | Dance there upon the shore; | | 24 | 1293 |
| 345: | To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing | Now all the truth is out, | | 16 | 1113 |
| 346: | To A Poet | You say, as I have often given tongue | | 4 | 1154 |
| 347: | To A Shade | If you have revisited the town, thin Shade, | September 29th, 1913 | 26 | 1113 |
| 348: | To A Squirrel At Kyle-na-gno | Come play with me; | | 8 | 1016 |
| 349: | To A Wealthy Man | You gave but will not give again | December 1912 | 36 | 957 |
| 350: | To A Young Beauty | Dear fellow-artist, why so free | | 18 | 873 |
| 351: | To A Young Girl | My dear, my dear, I know | | 11 | 926 |
| 352: | To An Isle In The Water | Shy one, Shy one, | | | 956 |
| 353: | To Be Carved On A Stone At Thoor Ballylee | I, The poet William Yeats, | | | 673 |
| 354: | To Dorothy Wellesley | Stretch towards the moonless midnight of the trees, | | | 761 |
| 355: | To Ireland In The Coming Times | Know, that I would accounted be | | | 747 |
| 356: | To My Heart, Bidding It Have No Fear | Be you still, be you still, trembling heart; | | 7 | 1077 |
| 357: | To Some I Have Talked With By The Fire | While I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes, | | | 784 |
| 358: | To The Rose Upon The Road Of Time | Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! | | | 774 |
| 359: | Tom O’Roughley | Though logic choppers rule the town, | | 16 | 821 |
| 360: | Towards Break Of Day | Was it the double of my dream | | | 749 |
| 361: | Two Songs From A Play | I saw a staring virgin stand | | | 720 |
| 362: | Two Songs Of A Fool | A speckled cat and a tame hare | | 32 | 1062 |
| 363: | Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake | My Paistin Finn is my sole desire, | | | 638 |
| 364: | Two Years Later | Has no one said those daring | | | 740 |
| 365: | Under Ben Bulben | Swear by what the sages spoke | | | 741 |
| 366: | Under Saturn | Do not because this day I have grown saturnine | | | 786 |
| 367: | Under The Moon | I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde, | | | 838 |
| 368: | Under The Round Tower | Although I’d lie lapped up in linen | | 25 | 946 |
| 369: | Upon A Dying Lady | With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace | | 87 | 965 |
| 370: | Upon A House Shaken By The Land Agitation | How should the world be luckier if this house, | | 12 | 1084 |
| 371: | Vacilliation | Between extremities | | | 878 |
| 372: | Veronica's Napkin | The Heavenly Circuit; Berenice's Hair; | | | 806 |
| 373: | What Magic Drum? | He holds him from desire, all but stops his breathing lest | | | 951 |
| 374: | What Then? | His chosen comrades thought at school | | | 687 |
| 375: | What Was Lost | I sing what was lost and dread what was won, | | | 743 |
| 376: | When Helen Lived | We have cried in our despair | | 12 | 1017 |
| 377: | When You Are Old | When you are old and grey and full of sleep, | | | 1739 |
| 378: | Whence Had They Come? | Eternity is passion, girl or boy | | | 933 |
| 379: | Who Goes With Fergus? | Who will go drive with Fergus now, | | | 751 |
| 380: | Why Should Not Old Men Be Mad? | Why should not old men be mad? | | | 728 |
| 381: | Wisdom | The true faith discovered was | | | 849 |
| 382: | Words | I had this thought a while ago, | | | 754 |
| 383: | Words For Music Perhaps | Bring me to the blasted oak | | | 866 |
| 384: | Youth And Age | Much did I rage when young, | | | 781 |
