| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Cenotaph, - To The Memory Of Lieutenant-Colonel Isaac, Who Died At Cape St Nichola Mole, 1797. | Oh, hadst thou fall'n, brave youth! on that proud day | | 12 | 569 |
| 2: | A Garden-Seat At Home | Oh, no; I would not leave thee, my sweet home, | 1798 | 20 | 610 |
| 3: | A Picturesque Cottage And Grounds Belonging To J. Lemon, Esq. | Stranger! mark this lovely scene, | 1786 | 26 | 545 |
| 4: | A Rustic Seat Near The Sea | To him, who, many a night upon the main, | | 18 | 597 |
| 5: | Abba Thule's Lament For His Son Prince Le Boo | I climb the highest cliff; I hear the sound | | 72 | 611 |
| 6: | Absence | There is strange music in the stirring wind, | | 14 | 574 |
| 7: | Absence | How shall I cheat the heavy hours, of thee | 1791 | 18 | 605 |
| 8: | After A Tempestuous Voyage. (At Tynemouth Priory) | As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side, | | 14 | 665 |
| 9: | Age | Age, thou the loss of health and friends shalt mourn! | | 6 | 595 |
| 10: | Approach Of Summer | How shall I meet thee, Summer, wont to fill | | 14 | 531 |
| 11: | Associations | As o'er these hills I take my silent rounds, | | 14 | 535 |
| 12: | At Dover, 1786 | Thou, whose stern spirit loves the storm, | | 14 | 515 |
| 13: | At Malvern | I shall behold far off thy towering crest, | | 14 | 563 |
| 14: | At Oxford, 1786 | Bereave me not of Fancy's shadowy dreams, | | 14 | 500 |
| 15: | Avenue In Savernake Forest | How soothing sound the gentle airs that move | | 34 | 558 |
| 16: | Bamborough Castle | Ye holy Towers that shade the wave-worn steep, | | 14 | 560 |
| 17: | Banwell Hill; A Lay Of The Severn Sea. Complete | If, gazing from this eminence, I wake, | | 2036 | 106 |
| 18: | Banwell Hill; A Lay Of The Severn Sea. Part Fifth | The music of "Lang Syne!" Oh! long ago | | 224 | 118 |
| 19: | Banwell Hill; A Lay Of The Severn Sea. Part First | If, gazing from this eminence, I wake, | | 329 | 122 |
| 20: | Banwell Hill; A Lay Of The Severn Sea. Part Fourth | The shower is past - the heath-bell, at our feet, | | 247 | 129 |
| 21: | Banwell Hill; A Lay Of The Severn Sea. Part Second | A shower, even while we gaze, steals o'er the scene, | | 701 | 134 |
| 22: | Banwell Hill; A Lay Of The Severn Sea. Part Third | Oh! shut the book, dear Mary, shut the book! | | 535 | 126 |
| 23: | Battle Of Corruna. (Death Of Captain Cooke) | The tide of fate rolls on! heart-pierced and pale, | | 36 | 546 |
| 24: | Bereavement | Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet, | 1793 | 14 | 546 |
| 25: | Blind Fiddler - Wilkie (Exhibition, 1807.) | With mirth unfeigned the cottage chimney rings, | | 12 | 540 |
| 26: | Cadland,[1] Southampton River. | If ever sea-maid, from her coral cave, | | 48 | 751 |
| 27: | Chantrey's Sleeping Children. | Look at those sleeping children; softly tread, | | 40 | 109 |
| 28: | Childe Harold's Last Pilgrimage. | So ends Childe Harold his last pilgrimage! | | 54 | 123 |
| 29: | Christmas Hymn. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Hark! angel voices from the sky | | 12 | 112 |
| 30: | Coombe-Ellen.[1] | Call the strange spirit that abides unseen | | 351 | 554 |
| 31: | Death Of Captain Cooke, - Of "The Bellerophon," Killed In The Same Battle | When anxious Spain, along her rocky shore, | | 38 | 589 |
| 32: | Death Of Nelson - West. (Exhibition, 1807.) | Turn to Britannia's triumphs on the main: | | 12 | 538 |
| 33: | Dirge Of Nelson | Toll Nelson's knell! a soul more brave | | 16 | 560 |
| 34: | Dirge. | Peace, oh! peace, be to the shade | | 28 | 126 |
| 35: | Distant View Of England From The Sea | Yes! from mine eyes the tears unbidden start, | | 14 | 548 |
| 36: | Dover Cliffs | On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood | | 14 | 543 |
| 37: | East Wind. (The Winds) | Shouts, and the noise of war! | | 39 | 607 |
| 38: | Easter Day. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Who comes (my soul no longer doubt), | | 12 | 125 |
| 39: | Elegiac Stanzas - Written During Sickness At Bath. | When I lie musing on my bed alone, | | 96 | 552 |
| 40: | Epitaph On Benjamin Tremlyn, An Old Soldier, Buried In Bremhill Churchyard At The Age Of 92. | A poor old soldier shall not lie unknown, | | 16 | 131 |
| 41: | Epitaph On H. Walmsley, Esq. - In Alverstoke Church, Hants. | Oh! they shall ne'er forget thee, they who knew | | 16 | 595 |
| 42: | Epitaph On John Harding, In The Churchyard Of Bremhill. | Lay down thy pilgrim staff upon this heap, | | 14 | 122 |
| 43: | Epitaph On Robert Southey. | Christian! for none who scorns that holy name | | 16 | 121 |
| 44: | Evening | Evening! as slow thy placid shades descend, | | 14 | 547 |
| 45: | Fairy Sketch - Scene - Netley Abbey | There was a morrice on the moonlight plain, | | 40 | 616 |
| 46: | From Idyl VII (Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I.) | He left us; we, the hour of parting come, | | 21 | 543 |
| 47: | From Idyl XXII. (Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I.) | When the famed Argo now secure had passed | | 64 | 551 |
| 48: | From The Same (Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I.) | Where were ye, nymphs, when Daphnis drooped with love? | | 6 | 501 |
| 49: | From The Same (Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I.) | Pan, Pan, oh mighty hunter! whether now, | | 12 | 550 |
| 50: | From The Same Idyl (Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I.) | Mark, where the beetling precipice appears, | | 16 | 591 |
| 51: | Glastonbury Abbey And Wells Cathedral. | Glory and boast of Avalon's fair vale, | | 36 | 130 |
| 52: | Greenwich Hospital | Come to these peaceful seats, and think no more | | 16 | 505 |
| 53: | Hen And Chickens. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | See, sister, where the chickens trip, | | 12 | 118 |
| 54: | Hon. Miss Mercer. - Hopner (Sketches In The Exhibition, 1805) | Oh! hide those tempting eyes, that faultless form, | | 10 | 497 |
| 55: | Hope | As one who, long by wasting sickness worn, | | 14 | 549 |
| 56: | Hope, An Allegorical Sketch | But thou, O Hope! with eyes so fair, | | 303 | 512 |
| 57: | Hour-Glass And Bible | Look, Christian, on thy Bible, and that glass | | 14 | 545 |
| 58: | Hymn For Music, After The Battle Of Waterloo. | Perish! Almighty Justice cried, | | 22 | 131 |
| 59: | Hymn For The Anniversary Of The Death Of The Princess Charlotte. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Lo! where youth and beauty lie, | | 16 | 144 |
| 60: | Hymn To Woden | God of the battle, hear our prayer! | | 56 | 560 |
| 61: | In Age | And art thou he, now "fall'n on evil days," | | 14 | 552 |
| 62: | In Horto Rev. J. Still, - Apud Knoyle, Villam Amoenissimam. | Stranger! a while beneath this aged tree | | 14 | 557 |
| 63: | In Memoriam | How blessed with thee the path could I have trod | | 14 | 528 |
| 64: | In Youth | Milton, our noblest poet, in the grace | | 14 | 561 |
| 65: | Influence Of Time On Grief | O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to lay | | 14 | 569 |
| 66: | Inscribed To The Marchioness Of Lansdowne | Go to assemblies of the rich and gay, | | 14 | 107 |
| 67: | Inscribed To The Rev. W. Howley.[1] | The morning wakes in shadowy mantle gray, | 1789 | 100 | 557 |
| 68: | Inscription | Come, and where these runnels fall, | 1808 | 20 | 528 |
| 69: | Inscriptions In The Gardens Of Bremhill Rectory. | When in thy sight another's vast domain | | 22 | 165 |
| 70: | Keswick - Sir George Beaumont. (Exhibition, 1807.) | How shall I praise thee, Beaumont, whose nice skill | | 8 | 527 |
| 71: | Lacock Nunnery. June 24, 1837 | I stood upon the stone where ELA lay, | | 14 | 547 |
| 72: | Lady M----ve (Sketches In The Exhibition, 1805) | How clear a strife of light and shade is spread! | | 6 | 602 |
| 73: | Lines Written On Fonthill Abbey. | | | 14 | 108 |
| 74: | Little Mary's Linnet. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Dear Mary, if thy little bird | | 8 | 90 |
| 75: | Lockswell. | Pure fount, that, welling from this wooded hill, | | 27 | 102 |
| 76: | Market-Day - Calcot. (Exhibition, 1807.) | Through the wood's maze our eyes delighted stray, | | 6 | 528 |
| 77: | Monody On Henry Headley | To every gentle Muse in vain allied, | | 44 | 597 |
| 78: | Monody On The Death Of Dr Warton | Oh! I should ill thy generous cares requite | | 193 | 585 |
| 79: | Monody, Written At Matlock. | Matlock! amid thy hoary-hanging views, | | 178 | 524 |
| 80: | Morley's Farewell To The Cottage Of Isaak Walton. | England, a long farewell! a long farewell, | | 32 | 111 |
| 81: | Morning - Turner. (Exhibition, 1807.) | Up! for the morning shines with welcome ray, | | 14 | 524 |
| 82: | Music | O harmony! thou tenderest nurse of pain, | | 14 | 567 |
| 83: | Music | O Music! if thou hast a charm | | 30 | 611 |
| 84: | My Father's Grave. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | My father's grave, I heard her say, | | 16 | 151 |
| 85: | Netley Abbey | Fall'n pile! I ask not what has been thy fate; | | 14 | 521 |
| 86: | North Wind. (The Winds) | From the vast and desert deeps, | | 12 | 547 |
| 87: | On A Beautiful Landscape | Beautiful landscape! I could look on thee | | 14 | 548 |
| 88: | On A Beautiful Spring, - Forming A Cold Bath, At Coombe, Near Donhead, Belonging To My Brother, Chas. Bowles, Esq. | Fountain, that sparklest through the shady place, | | 16 | 520 |
| 89: | On A Landscape By Rubens | Nay, let us gaze, ev'n till the sense is full, | | 288 | 551 |
| 90: | On Accidentally Meeting A Lady Now No More | When last we parted, thou wert young and fair | | 14 | 512 |
| 91: | On An Eclipse Of The Moon At Midnight. | Up, up, into the vast extended space, | | 28 | 132 |
| 92: | On An Unfortunate And Beautiful Woman. | Oh, Mary, when distress and anguish came, | 1783 | 36 | 585 |
| 93: | On Entering Switzerland | Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day | | 14 | 497 |
| 94: | On First Hearing Caradori Sing. | Spirit of beauty, and of heavenly song! | | 12 | 153 |
| 95: | On Hearing "The Messiah" (Performed In Gloucester Cathedral, Sept. 18, 1835.) | Oh, stay, harmonious and sweet sounds, that die | | 16 | 563 |
| 96: | On Landing At Ostend | The orient beam illumes the parting oar; | 1787 | 14 | 540 |
| 97: | On Leaving A Place Of Residence | If I could bid thee, pleasant shade, farewell | | 28 | 584 |
| 98: | On Leaving A Village In Scotland | Clysdale! as thy romantic vales I leave, | | 14 | 540 |
| 99: | On Leaving Winchester School | The spring shall visit thee again, | 1782 | 16 | 523 |
| 100: | On Meeting Some Friends Of Youth At Cheltenham, For The First Time Since We Parted At Oxford. | Here the companions of our careless prime, | | 20 | 139 |
| 101: | On Miss Fitzgerald And Lord Kerry Planting Two Cedars In The Churchyard Of Bremhill. | Yes, Pamela, this infant tree | | 36 | 113 |
| 102: | On Mozart. | Oh! still, as with a seraph's voice, prolong | | 16 | 118 |
| 103: | On Mr Howard's Account Of Lazarettos | Mortal! who, armed with holy fortitude, | | 148 | 662 |
| 104: | On Resigning A Scholarship Of Trinity College, Oxford, And Retiring To A Country Curacy. | Farewell! a long farewell! O Poverty, | | 14 | 533 |
| 105: | On Seeing A Bust Of R. B. Sheridan, From A Cast Taken After Death.[209] | Alas, poor Sheridan! when first we met, | | 24 | 129 |
| 106: | On Seeing Plants In The Windows Of Seth Ward's College, Endowed For Widows Of Clergymen, At Salisbury. | There is but one stage more in life's long way, | | 35 | 119 |
| 107: | On The Death Of Dr Burgess, The Late Bishop Of Salisbury. | Sainted old man, for more than eighty years, | | 21 | 146 |
| 108: | On The Death Of The Rev. William Benwell, M.A. | Thou camest with kind looks, when on the brink | | 14 | 595 |
| 109: | On The Death Of William Linley, Esq., The Composer Of The Music Of "The Duenna," Etc. | Poor Linley! I shall miss thee sadly, now | | 15 | 114 |
| 110: | On The Funeral Of Charles The First, At Night, In St George's Chapel, Windsor. | The castle clock had tolled midnight: | | 36 | 134 |
| 111: | On William Sommers Of Bremhill. | When will the grave shelter thy few gray hairs, | | 26 | 661 |
| 112: | Oxford Revisited | I never hear the sound of thy glad bells, | | 14 | 514 |
| 113: | Path Of Life. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | O Lord, in sickness and in health, | | 12 | 146 |
| 114: | Picture Of A Young Lady | When I was sitting, sad, and all alone, | | 14 | 517 |
| 115: | Picture Of An Old Man | Old man, I saw thee in thy garden chair | | 14 | 559 |
| 116: | Pictures From Theocritus - From Idyl I. | Goat-herd, how sweet above the lucid spring | | 4 | 527 |
| 117: | Poor Man's Grave. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Old Andrews of the hut is dead, | | 12 | 133 |
| 118: | Restoration Of Malmesbury Abbey.[201] | Monastic and time-consecrated fane! | | 36 | 124 |
| 119: | Retrospection | I turn these leaves with thronging thoughts, and say, | | 14 | 516 |
| 120: | Return Of George III. To Windsor Castle. | Not that thy name, illustrious dome! recalls | | 22 | 148 |
| 121: | Sabbath Morning. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | The Sabbath bells are knolling slow, | | 16 | 133 |
| 122: | Salisbury Cathedral. | Here stood the city of the dead; look round - | | 13 | 108 |
| 123: | Saturday Night. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Come, let us, ere we go to bed, | | 12 | 118 |
| 124: | Scene In France - Loutherbourg. (Exhibition, 1807.) | Artist, I own thy genius; but the touch | | 6 | 558 |
| 125: | Shakspeare | O sovereign Master! who with lonely state | | 58 | 567 |
| 126: | Sheepfold. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | The sheep were in the fold at night, | | 14 | 127 |
| 127: | Sheepfold. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | The sheep were in the fold at night, | | 16 | 118 |
| 128: | Silchester, The Ancient Caleva.[199] | The wild pear whispers, and the ivy crawls, | | 47 | 115 |
| 129: | Sketch From Bowden Hill After Sickness | How cheering are thy prospects, airy hill, | | 102 | 519 |
| 130: | Sketches In The Exhibition, 1805. | What various objects strike with various force, | | 26 | 468 |
| 131: | Song Of Indian Maids. (The Missionary.) | Oh, shout for Lautaro, the young and the brave! | | 12 | 558 |
| 132: | Song Of The American Indian | Stranger, stay, nor wish to climb | | 32 | 549 |
| 133: | Song Of The Battle Of Hastings. | The Norman armament beneath thy rocks, St Valerie, | | 40 | 124 |
| 134: | Song Of The Cid.[194] | The Cid is sitting, in martial state, | | 176 | 132 |
| 135: | Song To The God Of War. (The Missionary.) | By thy habitation dread, | | 78 | 502 |
| 136: | Sonnet. Written In A Copy Of Falconer's "Shipwreck." | What pale and bleeding youth, whilst the fell blast | | 14 | 113 |
| 137: | Southampton Castle.[1] - Inscribed To The Marquis Of Lansdowne. | The moonlight is without; and I could lose | | 62 | 624 |
| 138: | Southampton Water | Smooth went our boat upon the summer seas, | | 20 | 658 |
| 139: | Spring - Cuckoo. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | The bee is humming in the sun, | | 12 | 121 |
| 140: | St John In Patmos. | War, and the noise of battle, and the hum | | 2210 | 149 |
| 141: | St Michael'S Mount - Inscribed To The Right Honourable Lord Somers. | While summer airs scarce breathe along the tide, | | 335 | 540 |
| 142: | Stanzas For Music | I trust the happy hour will come, | | 12 | 574 |
| 143: | Summer Evening At Home | Come, lovely Evening! with thy smile of peace | | 22 | 550 |
| 144: | Summer's Evening. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | As homeward by the evening star | | 12 | 156 |
| 145: | Sun-Dial, In The Churchyard Of Bremhill | So passes silent o'er the dead thy shade, | | 28 | 525 |
| 146: | Sunday Night. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Let us unfold God's holy book, | | 12 | 115 |
| 147: | Sunrise. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | When from my humble bed I rise, | | 12 | 124 |
| 148: | Supposed Address To Bishop Ken.[208] | Though his words might well deceive me, | | 20 | 135 |
| 149: | The Air | Oh, cast every care to the wind, | | 41 | 535 |
| 150: | The April Shower. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | When rain-drops, glistening from the thatch, | | 12 | 131 |
| 151: | The Ark: A Poem For Music. | High on Imaus' solitary van, | | 59 | 146 |
| 152: | The Battle Of The Nile.[1] | Shout! for the Lord hath triumphed gloriously! | | 197 | 537 |
| 153: | The Bells, Ostend. | How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! | 1787 | 14 | 544 |
| 154: | The Bird's Nest. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | In yonder brake there is a nest; | | 12 | 141 |
| 155: | The Blacksmith. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | How cheerful in the winter's night, | | 12 | 148 |
| 156: | The Blind Grandfather. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Though grandfather has long been blind, | | 16 | 115 |
| 157: | The Blind Man Of Salisbury Cathedral. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | There is a poor blind man, who, every day, | | 20 | 131 |
| 158: | The Blind Soldier And His Daughter. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Old soldier! old soldier! the beams of the day, | | 32 | 140 |
| 159: | The Bridge Between Clifton And Leigh Woods | Frown ever opposite, the angel cried, | 1836 | 14 | 544 |
| 160: | The Butterfly And The Bee. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Methought I heard a butterfly | | 12 | 122 |
| 161: | The Caged Bird. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Oh, who would keep a little bird confined, | | 7 | 141 |
| 162: | The Children's Hymn For Their Patroness. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | On God, whose eyes are over all, | | 20 | 131 |
| 163: | The Convent | If chance some pensive stranger, hither led, | | 14 | 516 |
| 164: | The Convict. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Luke Andrews is transported! Never more | | 18 | 118 |
| 165: | The Dutiful Child (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Brother and sister are a-Maying gone; | | 18 | 134 |
| 166: | The Dying Slave | Faint-gazing on the burning orb of day, | | 68 | 626 |
| 167: | The Egyptian Tomb. | Pomp of Egypt's elder day, | | 56 | 141 |
| 168: | The Gipsy's Tent. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | When now cold winter's snows are fled, | | 16 | 116 |
| 169: | The Glow-Worm. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Oh, what is this which shines so bright, | | 12 | 119 |
| 170: | The Grave Of Bishop Ken. | On yonder heap of earth forlorn, | | 24 | 106 |
| 171: | The Grave Of Howard | Spirit of Death! whose outstretched pennons dread | | 148 | 537 |
| 172: | The Grave Of The Last Saxon; Or, The Legend Of The Curfew. | Know ye the land where the bright orange glows! | | 2146 | 132 |
| 173: | The Greenwich Pensioners. | When evening listened to the dipping oar, | | 52 | 118 |
| 174: | The Harp Of Hoel. Part II. | High on the hill, with moss o'ergrown, | | 214 | 542 |
| 175: | The Harp Of Hoel.[1] | It was a high and holy sight, | | 166 | 536 |
| 176: | The Harp, And Despair, Of Cowper | Sweet bard, whose tones great Milton might approve, | | 28 | 555 |
| 177: | The Hour-Glass. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | As by my mother's side I stand, | | 8 | 98 |
| 178: | The Last Song Of Camoens.[1] | The morning shone on Tagus' rocky side, | | 68 | 578 |
| 179: | The Lay Of Talbot, The Troubadour. A Legend Of Lacock Abbey. | At Rouen Richard kept his state, | | 184 | 120 |
| 180: | The Legend Of St Cecilia And The Angel. | Twas when, O meekest eve! thy shadows dim | | 20 | 145 |
| 181: | The Little Sweep. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | They sing of the poor sailor-boy, who wanders o'er the deep, | | 24 | 138 |
| 182: | The Missionary. Canto Eighth | The morn returns, and, reddening, seems to shed | | 342 | 511 |
| 183: | The Missionary. Canto Fifth. | Tis dawn: the distant Andes' rocky spires, | | 165 | 494 |
| 184: | The Missionary. Canto First. | Beneath a๋rial cliffs, and glittering snows, | | 329 | 509 |
| 185: | The Missionary. Canto Fourth | Far in the centre of the deepest wood, | | 292 | 515 |
| 186: | The Missionary. Canto Second. | The night was still and clear, when, o'er the snows, | | 271 | 529 |
| 187: | The Missionary. Canto Seventh | The watchman on the tower his bugle blew, | | 269 | 531 |
| 188: | The Missionary. Canto Sixth | The second moon had now begun to wane, | | 206 | 471 |
| 189: | The Missionary. Canto Third | Come, for the sun yet hangs above the bay, | | 407 | 497 |
| 190: | The Missionary. Introduction | When o'er the Atlantic wild, rocked by the blast, | | 30 | 496 |
| 191: | The Missionary. Preface To The Second Edition.[1] | It is not necessary to relate the causes which induced me to publish this poem without a name. | | | 508 |
| 192: | The Mower. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Hark to the mower's whistling blade! | | 8 | 123 |
| 193: | The Old Labourer. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Are you not tired, you poor old man! | | 16 | 130 |
| 194: | The Philanthropic Society.[1] Inscribed To The Duke Of Leeds. | When Want, with wasted mien and haggard eye, | | 196 | 492 |
| 195: | The Primrose. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Tis the first primrose! see how meek, | | 12 | 138 |
| 196: | The Rhine | Twas morn, and beauteous on the mountain's brow | | 14 | 525 |
| 197: | The Right Honourable Edmund Burke | Why mourns the ingenuous Moralist, whose mind | | 168 | 539 |
| 198: | The River Cherwell | Cherwell! how pleased along thy willowed edge | | 14 | 516 |
| 199: | The River Wainsbeck | While slowly wanders thy sequestered stream, | | 14 | 523 |
| 200: | The Robin Redbreast. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Poor Robin sits and sings alone | | 16 | 139 |
| 201: | The Sanctuary: A Dramatic Sketch. | The minster-clock tolls midnight; I have watched | | 230 | 163 |
| 202: | The Shepherd And His Dog. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | My dog and I are both grown old; | | 20 | 120 |
| 203: | The Sorrows Of Switzerland. | Why art thou come, man of despair and blood! | | 528 | 107 |
| 204: | The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea: Analysis. | The book opens with the resting of the Ark on the mountains | | 28 | 560 |
| 205: | The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea: A Descriptive And Historical Poem. - Introduction.[1] | I need not perhaps inform the reader, | | 9 | 517 |
| 206: | The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea: Book The Fifth. | Such are thy views, DISCOVERY! The great world | | 333 | 542 |
| 207: | The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea: Book The First. | Awake a louder and a loftier strain! | | 452 | 554 |
| 208: | The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea: Book The Fourth. | Stand on the gleaming Pharos, and aloud | | 592 | 532 |
| 209: | The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea: Book The Second | Oh for a view, as from that cloudless height | | 409 | 495 |
| 210: | The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea: Book The Third. | My heart has sighed in secret, when I thought | | 272 | 494 |
| 211: | The Spirit Of Navigation.[1] | Stern Father of the storm! who dost abide | | 200 | 497 |
| 212: | The Swallow And The Red-Breast. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) An Apologue. | The swallows, at the close of day, | | 32 | 139 |
| 213: | The Swan. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Look at the swan! how still he goes! | | 12 | 152 |
| 214: | The Sylph Of Summer.[1] | God said, Let there be light, and there was light! | | 541 | 528 |
| 215: | The Tweed Visited | O Tweed! a stranger, that with wandering feet | | 14 | 494 |
| 216: | The Village Bells. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Who does not love the village bells, | | 16 | 118 |
| 217: | The Visionary Boy | Oh! lend that lute, sweet Archimage, to me! | | 333 | 504 |
| 218: | The Winds | When dark November bade the leaves adieu, | | 92 | 524 |
| 219: | The Winds | When dark November bade the leaves adieu, | | 14 | 511 |
| 220: | The Withered Leaf. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.) | Oh! mark the withered leaves that fall | | 12 | 118 |
| 221: | Thyrsis | More sweet thy pipe's enchanting melody | | 15 | 445 |
| 222: | To A Friend | Go, then, and join the murmuring city's throng! | 1792 | 14 | 441 |
| 223: | To Lady Valletort, On Hearing Her Sing "Gloria In Excelsis," With Three Other Young Ladies, At Lacock Abbey, October 1831. | Fair inmate of these ivied walls, beneath | | 18 | 116 |
| 224: | To Sir Walter Scott. - | Since last I saw that countenance so mild, | | 14 | 425 |
| 225: | To The River Itchin | Itchin! when I behold thy banks again, | | 14 | 485 |
| 226: | Translation{D} Of A Latin Poem - By The Rev. Newton Ogle, Dean Of Manchester. | Oh thou, that prattling on thy pebbled way | | 27 | 477 |
| 227: | Wardour Castle | If rich designs of sumptuous art may please, | | 20 | 539 |
| 228: | Water-Party On Beaulieu River, In The New Forest | I thought 'twas a toy of the fancy, a dream | | 35 | 491 |
| 229: | Winter Evening At Home | Fair Moon, that at the chilly day's decline | | 16 | 456 |
| 230: | Winter. (The Winds) | Spirit of unwearied wing, | | 24 | 537 |
| 231: | Woodspring Abbey, 1836 | These walls were built by men who did a deed | | 14 | 422 |
| 232: | Written After The Consecration Of The New Church At Kingswood. | When first the fane, that, white, on Kingswood-Pen, | | 87 | 109 |
