| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A "Thought-Flower" | Silently -- shadowly -- some lives go, | | 32 | 1171 |
| 2: | A Blessing | Be you near, or be you far, | | 54 | 454 |
| 3: | A Child's Wish | I wish I were the little key | | 24 | 460 |
| 4: | A Christmas Chant | They ask me to sing them a Christmas song | | 613 | 393 |
| 5: | A Death | Crushed with a burden of woe, | | 50 | 379 |
| 6: | A Flower's Song | Star! Star, why dost thou shine | | 20 | 454 |
| 7: | A Land without Ruins | A land without ruins is a land without memories | | 30 | 380 |
| 8: | A Laugh -- and A Moan | The brook that down the valley | | 52 | 404 |
| 9: | A Legend | He walked alone beside the lonely sea, | | 52 | 417 |
| 10: | A Memory | One bright memory shines like a star | | 24 | 385 |
| 11: | A Memory | Adown the valley dripped a stream, | | 136 | 396 |
| 12: | A Mystery | His face was sad; some shadow must have hung | | 100 | 381 |
| 13: | A Reverie ["Did I dream of a song? or sing in a dream?"] | Did I dream of a song? or sing in a dream? | | 27 | 384 |
| 14: | A Reverie ["Those hearts of ours -- how strange! how strange!"] | Those hearts of ours -- how strange! how strange! | | 68 | 359 |
| 15: | A Reverie [`"O Songs!" I said:'] | O Songs!" I said: | | 25 | 366 |
| 16: | A Song. Written in an Album. | Pure faced page! waiting so long | | 44 | 371 |
| 17: | A Thought | The summer rose the sun has flushed | | 20 | 362 |
| 18: | A Thought | There never was a valley without a faded flower, | | 43 | 410 |
| 19: | A Thought | Hearts that are great beat never loud, | | 12 | 397 |
| 20: | After Seeing Pius IX | I saw his face to-day; he looks a chief | | 14 | 377 |
| 21: | After Sickness | I nearly died, I almost touched the door | 1873 | 50 | 318 |
| 22: | At Last | Into a temple vast and dim, | | 48 | 379 |
| 23: | At Night | Dreary! weary! | | 72 | 439 |
| 24: | Better than Gold | Better than grandeur, better than gold, | | 39 | 398 |
| 25: | C.S.A. | Do we weep for the heroes who died for us, | | 36 | 381 |
| 26: | De Profundis | Ah! days so dark with death's eclipse! | | 81 | 367 |
| 27: | Death | Out of the shadows of sadness, | | 36 | 399 |
| 28: | Death of the Flower | I love my mother, the wildwood, | | 32 | 402 |
| 29: | Death of the Prince Imperial | Waileth a woman, "O my God!" | | 72 | 383 |
| 30: | Dreaming | The moan of a wintry soul | | 24 | 370 |
| 31: | Dreamland | Over the silent sea of sleep, | | 27 | 407 |
| 32: | Epilogue | Go, words of mine! and if you live | | 7 | 361 |
| 33: | Erin's Flag | Unroll Erin's flag! fling its folds to the breeze! | | 61 | 356 |
| 34: | Far Away | Far Away!" what does it mean? | | 45 | 377 |
| 35: | Farewells | They are so sad to say: no poem tells | | 15 | 412 |
| 36: | Feast of the Assumption. - "A Night Prayer" | Dark! Dark! Dark! | | 99 | 369 |
| 37: | Feast of the Presentation of Mary in the Temple | The priests stood waiting in the holy place, | | 96 | 342 |
| 38: | Feast of the Sacred Heart | Two lights on a lowly altar; | | 54 | 398 |
| 39: | Fifty Years at the Altar | To-day -- fifty years at the altar | | 136 | 423 |
| 40: | Follow Me | The Master's voice was sweet: | | 59 | 422 |
| 41: | God in the Night | Deep in the dark I hear the feet of God: | | 51 | 357 |
| 42: | Gone | Gone! and there's not a gleam of you, | | 24 | 434 |
| 43: | Good Friday | O Heart of Three-in-the evening, | | 20 | 380 |
| 44: | Hope | Thine eyes are dim: | | 25 | 399 |
| 45: | I Often Wonder Why 'Tis So | Some find work where some find rest, | | 28 | 428 |
| 46: | In Memoriam | Go! heart of mine! the way is long | | 24 | 367 |
| 47: | In Memoriam (David J. Ryan, C.S.A.) | Thou art sleeping, brother, sleeping | | 119 | 550 |
| 48: | In Memoriam (Father Keeler) | Sweet Christ! let him live, ah! we need his life, | | 138 | 368 |
| 49: | In Memory of My Brother | Young as the youngest who donned the Gray, | | 31 | 379 |
| 50: | In Memory of Very Rev. J. B. Etienne | A shadow slept folded in vestments, | | 42 | 386 |
| 51: | In Remembrance | In the eclipses of your soul, and when you cry | | 11 | 392 |
| 52: | In Rome | At last the dream of youth | 1872 | 52 | 371 |
| 53: | Inevitable | What has been will be, | | 48 | 385 |
| 54: | July 9th, 1872 | Between two pillared clouds of gold | | 67 | 374 |
| 55: | Lake Como | Winter on the mountains | 1873 | 128 | 396 |
| 56: | Last of May | In the mystical dim of the temple | | 96 | 395 |
| 57: | Life | A baby played with the surplice sleeve | | 60 | 998 |
| 58: | Lines (Two Loves) | Two loves came up a long, wide aisle, | | 20 | 349 |
| 59: | Lines -- 1875 | Go down where the wavelets are kissing the shore, | 1875 | 54 | 395 |
| 60: | Lines ["Sometimes, from the far-away,"] | Sometimes, from the far-away, | | 16 | 355 |
| 61: | Lines ["The death of men is not the death"] | The death of men is not the death | | 31 | 357 |
| 62: | Lines ["The world is sweet, and fair, and bright,"] | The world is sweet, and fair, and bright, | | 25 | 371 |
| 63: | Listen | We borrow, | | 16 | 374 |
| 64: | M * * * | When I am dead, and all will soon forget | | 68 | 424 |
| 65: | March of the Deathless Dead | Gather the sacred dust | | 45 | 444 |
| 66: | Memories | They come, as the breeze comes over the foam, | | 24 | 395 |
| 67: | Mobile Mystic Societies | The olden golden stories of the world, | | 52 | 349 |
| 68: | Mother's Way | Oft within our little cottage, | | 34 | 466 |
| 69: | My Beads | Sweet, blessed beads! I would not part | | 24 | 387 |
| 70: | New Year | Each year cometh with all his days, | | 72 | 369 |
| 71: | Night After the Picnic | And "Happy! Happy! Happy!" | | 122 | 353 |
| 72: | Nocturne ["Betimes, I seem to see in dreams"] | Betimes, I seem to see in dreams | | 60 | 346 |
| 73: | Nocturne ["I Sit To-Night By The Firelight,"] | I sit to-night by the firelight, | | 84 | 386 |
| 74: | Now | Sometimes a single hour | | 49 | 367 |
| 75: | Old Trees | Old trees, old trees! in your mystic gloom | | 16 | 343 |
| 76: | Only a Dream | Only a Dream! | | 22 | 348 |
| 77: | Out of the Depths | Lost! Lost! Lost! | | 34 | 404 |
| 78: | Parting | Farewell! that word has broken hearts | | 20 | 399 |
| 79: | Passing Away | Life's Vesper-bells are ringing | | 40 | 390 |
| 80: | Peace! Be Still | Sometimes the Saviour sleeps, and it is dark; | 1873 | 24 | 353 |
| 81: | Poets | Poets are strange -- not always understood | | 52 | 413 |
| 82: | Presentiment | Cometh a voice from a far-land! | | 30 | 359 |
| 83: | Rest | My feet are wearied, and my hands are tired, | | 32 | 416 |
| 84: | Reunited | Purer than thy own white snow, | | 54 | 388 |
| 85: | Reverie ["Only a few more years!"] | Only a few more years! | | 91 | 359 |
| 86: | Reverie ["We laugh when our souls are the saddest,"] | We laugh when our souls are the saddest, | | 64 | 344 |
| 87: | Rhyme | One idle day | | 108 | 476 |
| 88: | Sea Dreamings | To-day a bird on wings as white as foam | | 36 | 387 |
| 89: | Sea Rest | Far from "where the roses rest", | | 72 | 390 |
| 90: | Sea Reverie | Strange Sea! why is it that you never rest? | | 45 | 411 |
| 91: | Sentinel Songs | When falls the soldier brave, | | 262 | 346 |
| 92: | Singing-Bird | In the valley of my life | | 28 | 394 |
| 93: | Song of the Deathless Voice | Twas the dusky Hallowe'en | | 94 | 349 |
| 94: | Song of the Mystic | I walk down the Valley of Silence | | 66 | 401 |
| 95: | Song of the River | A river went singing adown to the sea, | 1878 | 41 | 342 |
| 96: | Sorrow and the Flowers. - A Memorial Wreath to C. F. | A garland for a grave! Fair flowers that bloom, | | 119 | 374 |
| 97: | Spirit Song | Thou wert once the purest wave | | 278 | 375 |
| 98: | St. Bridget | Sweet heaven's smile | | 35 | 369 |
| 99: | St. Mary's | Back to where the roses rest | | 50 | 370 |
| 100: | St. Stephen | First champion of the Crucified! | | 81 | 396 |
| 101: | Sunless Days | They come to ev'ry life -- sad, sunless days, | | 20 | 349 |
| 102: | Sursum Corda | Weary hearts! weary hearts! by the cares of life oppressed, | | 25 | 379 |
| 103: | Tears | The tears that trickled down our eyes, | | 36 | 430 |
| 104: | The Child of the Poet | The sunshine of thy Father's fame | | 19 | 396 |
| 105: | The Conquered Banner | Furl that Banner, for 'tis weary; | | 51 | 402 |
| 106: | The Immaculate Conception | Fell the snow on the festival's vigil | 1880 | 188 | 378 |
| 107: | The Land We Love | Land of the gentle and brave! | | 20 | 359 |
| 108: | The Master's Voice | The waves were weary, and they went to sleep; | | 48 | 379 |
| 109: | The Old Year and the New | How swift they go, | | 64 | 387 |
| 110: | The Pilgrim (A Christmas Legend for Children) | The shades of night were brooding | | 236 | 416 |
| 111: | The Poet | The Poet is the loneliest man that lives; | | 16 | 409 |
| 112: | The Poet Priest | Not as of one whom multitudes admire, | | 38 | 382 |
| 113: | The Poet's Child | Child of the heart of a child of sweetest song! | | 48 | 363 |
| 114: | The Prayer of the South | My brow is bent beneath a heavy rod! | | 88 | 373 |
| 115: | The Rosary of My Tears | Some reckon their age by years, | | 36 | 377 |
| 116: | The Seen and The Unseen | Nature is but the outward vestibule | | 75 | 362 |
| 117: | The Star's Song | Flower! Flower, why repine? | | 24 | 472 |
| 118: | The Sword of Robert Lee | Forth from its scabbard, pure and bright, | | 36 | 440 |
| 119: | Their Story Runneth Thus | Two little children played among the flowers, | | 776 | 336 |
| 120: | Thoughts | By sound of name, and touch of hand, | | 24 | 378 |
| 121: | To Mr. and Mrs. A. M. T. | Just when the gentle hand of spring | | 57 | 368 |
| 122: | To Virginia (on Her Birthday) | Your past is past and never to return, | | 16 | 397 |
| 123: | To-Days | Brief while they last, | | 20 | 329 |
| 124: | To-Morrows | God knows all things -- but we | | 64 | 386 |
| 125: | Wake Me a Song | Out of the silences wake me a song, | | 24 | 321 |
| 126: | What Ails the World? | What ails the world?" the poet cried; | | 55 | 368 |
| 127: | What? (To Ethel) | At the golden gates of the visions | | 30 | 342 |
| 128: | When? (Death) | Some day in Spring, | | 49 | 378 |
| 129: | Wilt Pray for Me? | Wilt pray for me? | | 12 | 344 |
| 130: | Wrecked | The winds are singing a death-knell | | 30 | 385 |
| 131: | Yesterdays | Gone! and they return no more, | | 12 | 414 |
| 132: | Zeila (A Story from a Star) | From the mystic sidereal spaces, | | 142 | 385 |
