| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | | Wake not for the world-heard thunder | | 24 | 350 |
| 2: | As I gird on for fighting | As I gird on for fighting | | 16 | 523 |
| 3: | Astronomy | The Wain upon the northern steep | | 12 | 466 |
| 4: | Could man be drunk for ever | Could man be drunk for ever | | 8 | 513 |
| 5: | Eight O’clock | He stood, and heard the steeple | | 8 | 531 |
| 6: | Epitaph On An Army Of Mercenaries | These, in the day when heaven was falling, | | 8 | 550 |
| 7: | Epithalamium | He is here, Urania’s son, | | 44 | 593 |
| 8: | Fancy’s Knell | When lads were home from labour | | 40 | 455 |
| 9: | Grenadier | The Queen she sent to look for me, | | 20 | 453 |
| 10: | Hell’s Gate | Onward led the road again | | 104 | 499 |
| 11: | Her strong enchantments failing, | Her strong enchantments failing, | | 12 | 531 |
| 12: | Illic Jacet | Oh hard is the bed they have made him, | | 16 | 442 |
| 13: | In midnights of November, | In midnights of November, | | 24 | 529 |
| 14: | In the morning, in the morning, | In the morning, in the morning, | | 8 | 484 |
| 15: | In valleys green and still | In valleys green and still | | 20 | 467 |
| 16: | Lancer | I ‘listed at home for a lancer, | | 26 | 472 |
| 17: | Now dreary dawns the eastern light, | Now dreary dawns the eastern light, | | 8 | 583 |
| 18: | Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough | Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough | | 10 | 439 |
| 19: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - I - 1887 | From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, | | 32 | 522 |
| 20: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - II | Loveliest of trees, the cherry now | | 12 | 486 |
| 21: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - III - The Recruit | Leave your home behind, lad, | | 28 | 446 |
| 22: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - IV - Reveille | Wake: the silver dusk returning | | 24 | 438 |
| 23: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - IX | On moonlit heath and lonesome bank | | 32 | 458 |
| 24: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - L | Clunton and Clunbury, | | 28 | 442 |
| 25: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LI | Loitering with a vacant eye | | 26 | 502 |
| 26: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LII | Far in a western brookland | | 16 | 446 |
| 27: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LIII - The True Lover | The lad came to the door at night, | | 36 | 421 |
| 28: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LIV | With rue my heart is laden | | 8 | 563 |
| 29: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LIX - The Isle Of Portland | The star-filled seas are smooth to-night | | 12 | 439 |
| 30: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LV | Westward on the high-hilled plains | | 16 | 420 |
| 31: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LVI - The Day Of Battle | Far I hear the bugle blow | | 16 | 428 |
| 32: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LVII | You smile upon your friend to-day, | | 8 | 450 |
| 33: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LVIII | When I came last to Ludlow | | 8 | 436 |
| 34: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LX | Now hollow fires burn out to black, | | 8 | 473 |
| 35: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LXI - Hughley Steeple | The vane on Hughley steeple | | 24 | 440 |
| 36: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LXII | Terence, this is stupid stuff: | | 76 | 466 |
| 37: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - LXIII | I Hoed and trenched and weeded, | | 16 | 467 |
| 38: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - V | Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers | | 32 | 434 |
| 39: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - VI | When the lad for longing sighs, | | 12 | 458 |
| 40: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - VII | When smoke stood up from Ludlow, | | 30 | 435 |
| 41: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - VIII | Farewell to barn and stack and tree, | | 24 | 478 |
| 42: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - X - MARCH | The sun at noon to higher air, | | 20 | 485 |
| 43: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XI | On your midnight pallet lying | | 14 | 468 |
| 44: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XII | When I watch the living meet, | | 16 | 439 |
| 45: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XIII | When I was one-and-twenty | | 16 | 453 |
| 46: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XIV | There pass the careless people | | 20 | 440 |
| 47: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XIX - To An Athlete Dying Young | The time you won your town the race | | 28 | 474 |
| 48: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XL | Into my heart an air that kills | | 8 | 445 |
| 49: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLI | In my own shire, if I was sad | | 32 | 457 |
| 50: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLII - The Merry Guide | Once in the wind of morning | | 60 | 423 |
| 51: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLIII - The Immortal Part | When I meet the morning beam, | | 44 | 475 |
| 52: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLIV | Shot? so quick, so clean an ending? | | 28 | 466 |
| 53: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLIX | Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly: | | 12 | 474 |
| 54: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLV | If it chance your eye offend you, | | 8 | 443 |
| 55: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLVI | Bring, in this timeless grave to throw, | | 22 | 458 |
| 56: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLVII - The Carpenter's Son | Here the hangman stops his cart: | | 28 | 447 |
| 57: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XLVIII | Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, | | 16 | 469 |
| 58: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XV | Look not in my eyes, for fear | | 16 | 437 |
| 59: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XVI | It nods and curtseys and recovers | | 8 | 449 |
| 60: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XVII | Twice a week the winter thorough | | 12 | 467 |
| 61: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XVIII | Oh, when I was in love with you, | | 8 | 466 |
| 62: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XX | Oh fair enough are sky and plain, | | 16 | 459 |
| 63: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXI - Bredon Hill [1] | In summertime on Bredon | | 35 | 566 |
| 64: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXII | The street sounds to the soldiers' tread, | | 12 | 458 |
| 65: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXIII | The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair, | | 16 | 443 |
| 66: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXIV | Say, lad, have you things to do? | | 12 | 450 |
| 67: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXIX - The Lent Lily | Tis spring; come out to ramble | | 20 | 454 |
| 68: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXV | This time of year a twelvemonth past, | | 16 | 406 |
| 69: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXVI | Along the fields as we came by | | 20 | 505 |
| 70: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXVII | Is my team ploughing, | | 32 | 430 |
| 71: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXVIII - The Welsh Marches | High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam | | 36 | 409 |
| 72: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXX | Others, I am not the first, | | 16 | 477 |
| 73: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXI | On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble; | | 20 | 475 |
| 74: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXII | From far, from eve and morning | | 12 | 426 |
| 75: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXIII | If truth in hearts that perish | | 16 | 406 |
| 76: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXIV - The New Mistress | Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be? | | 16 | 467 |
| 77: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXIX | Tis time, I think by Wenlock town | | 12 | 417 |
| 78: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXV | On the idle hill of summer, | | 16 | 455 |
| 79: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXVI | White in the moon the long road lies, | | 16 | 451 |
| 80: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXVII | As through the wild green hills of Wyre | | 36 | 462 |
| 81: | Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXVIII | The winds out of the west land blow, | | 20 | 442 |
| 82: | Revolution | West and away the wheels of darkness roll, | | 12 | 455 |
| 83: | September 1922 | We’ll to the weeds no more, | | 12 | 499 |
| 84: | Sinner’s Rue | I walked alone and thinking, | | 20 | 516 |
| 85: | Soldier from the wars returning, | Soldier from the wars returning, | | 16 | 447 |
| 86: | Spring Morning | Star and coronal and bell | | 24 | 611 |
| 87: | Tell me not here, it needs not saying, | Tell me not here, it needs not saying, | | 30 | 429 |
| 88: | The chestnut casts his flambeaux | The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers | | 28 | 454 |
| 89: | The Culprit | The night my father got me | | 25 | 432 |
| 90: | The Deserter | What sound awakened me, I wonder, | | 36 | 491 |
| 91: | The fairies break their dances | The fairies break their dances | | 8 | 501 |
| 92: | The First Of May | The orchards half the way | | 32 | 441 |
| 93: | The half-moon westers low, my love, | The half-moon westers low, my love, | | 8 | 499 |
| 94: | The laws of God, the laws of man, | The laws of God, the laws of man, | | 24 | 436 |
| 95: | The night is freezing fast, | The night is freezing fast, | | 12 | 420 |
| 96: | The Oracles | Tis mute, the word they went to hear on high Dodona mountain | | 16 | 491 |
| 97: | The rain, | The rain, it streams on stone and hillock, | | 25 | 504 |
| 98: | The sigh that heaves the grasses | The sigh that heaves the grasses | | 8 | 506 |
| 99: | The sloe was lost in flower, | The sloe was lost in flower, | | 8 | 457 |
| 100: | The West | Beyond the moor and the mountain crest | | 44 | 483 |
| 101: | When first my way to fair I took | When first my way to fair I took | | 12 | 429 |
| 102: | When I would muse in boyhood | When I would muse in boyhood | | 16 | 449 |
| 103: | When summer’s end is nighing | When summer’s end is nighing | | 35 | 480 |
| 104: | When the eye of day is shut, | When the eye of day is shut, | | 16 | 462 |
| 105: | Yonder see the morning blink: | Yonder see the morning blink: | | 10 | 438 |
