| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Ballad Of Kisses. | There are three kisses that I call to mind, | | 15 | 111 |
| 2: | A Choral Ode To Liberty. | O sunlike Liberty, with eyes of flame, | | 140 | 78 |
| 3: | A Dirge. | Art thou lonely in thy tomb? | | 20 | 67 |
| 4: | A Hero. | The warrior knows how fitful is the fight, | | 14 | 57 |
| 5: | A Lover's Litanies - Eighth Litany. Domina Exaudi. | It seems a year, and more, since last we met, | | 160 | 450 |
| 6: | A Lover's Litanies - Fifth Litany. Salve Regina. | Glory to thee, my Queen! whom far away | | 160 | 372 |
| 7: | A Lover's Litanies - First Litany. Virgo Dulcis. | O thou refulgent essence of all grace! | | 160 | 414 |
| 8: | A Lover's Litanies - Fourth Litany. Gratia Plena. | Oh, smile on me, thou syren of my soul! | | 160 | 457 |
| 9: | A Lover's Litanies - Ninth Litany. Lilium inter Spinas. | Dearest and best of maidens, whom the Fates | | 160 | 463 |
| 10: | A Lover's Litanies - Second Litany. Vox Amorís.[1] | Vouchsafe, my Lady! by the passion-flower, | | 160 | 397 |
| 11: | A Lover's Litanies - Seventh Litany. Stella Matutina. | Arise, fair Phoebus! and with looks serene | | 160 | 431 |
| 12: | A Lover's Litanies - Sixth Litany. Benedicta Tu. | I tell thee Sweet! there lives not on the earth | | 160 | 451 |
| 13: | A Lover's Litanies - Tenth Litany. Gloria in Excelsis. | O Love! O Lustre of the sunlit earth | | 161 | 456 |
| 14: | A Lover's Litanies - Third Litany. Ad Te Clamavi. | Again, O Love! again I make lament, | | 160 | 431 |
| 15: | A Mother's Name. | I love the sound! The sweetest under Heaven, | | 16 | 70 |
| 16: | A Prayer For England. | Ah, fair Lord God of Heaven, to whom we call, - | | 14 | 70 |
| 17: | A Prayer For Light. | Oh, give me light, to-day, or let me die, - | | 24 | 53 |
| 18: | A Rhapsody Of Death. | That phantoms fair, with radiant hair, | | 60 | 52 |
| 19: | A Song Of Servitude. | This is a song of serfs that I have made, | | 56 | 62 |
| 20: | A Thunderstorm At Night. | The lightning is the shorthand of the storm | | 14 | 64 |
| 21: | A Veteran Poet. | I knew thee first as one may know the fame | | 14 | 63 |
| 22: | After Two Days. | Another night has turned itself to day, | | 14 | 57 |
| 23: | An Ode To Englishmen. | I who have sung of love and lady bright | | 48 | 39 |
| 24: | Anteros. | This is the feast-day of my soul and me, | | 96 | 54 |
| 25: | Beethoven At The Piano. | See where Beethoven sits alone - a dream of days elysian, | | 40 | 48 |
| 26: | Byron. | He was a god descended from the skies | | 14 | 55 |
| 27: | Cynthia. | O Lady Moon, elect of all the spheres | | 14 | 68 |
| 28: | Daisies Out At Sea. | These are the buds we bear beyond the surf | | 60 | 62 |
| 29: | Dante. | He liv'd and lov'd; he suffer'd; he was poor; | | 14 | 67 |
| 30: | Death. | It is the joy, it is the zest of life, | | 14 | 73 |
| 31: | Diffidence. | I cannot deck my thought in proud attire, | | 14 | 76 |
| 32: | Ecstasy. | I cannot sing to thee as I would sing | | 14 | 69 |
| 33: | Elëanore. | The forest flowers are faded all, | | 21 | 66 |
| 34: | Ex Tenebra. | The winds have shower'd their rains upon the sod, | | 14 | 74 |
| 35: | Fairies. | Glory endures when calumny hath fled; | | 14 | 70 |
| 36: | I Miei Saluti. (Italian Poems) | Ti saluto, Margherita | | 24 | 70 |
| 37: | Il Ponte D'Aviglio. (Italian Poems) | O mesto bambino col capo chinato, | | 24 | 68 |
| 38: | In Tuscany. | Dost thou remember, friend of vanish'd days, | | 14 | 54 |
| 39: | La Zingarella. (Italian Poems) | Dimmi, dimmi, o trovatore, | | 138 | 72 |
| 40: | Love Letters of a Violinist. Letter I. Prelude. | Teach me to love thee as a man, in prayer, | | 120 | 58 |
| 41: | Love Letters of a Violinist. Letter II. Sorrow. | Yes, I was mad. I know it. I was mad. | | 120 | 49 |
| 42: | Love Letters of a Violinist. Letter III. Regrets. | When I did wake, to-day, a bird of Heaven, | | 120 | 47 |
| 43: | Love Letters of a Violinist. Letter IV. Yearnings. | The earth is glad, I know, when night is spent, | | 120 | 49 |
| 44: | Love Letters of a Violinist. Letter IX. To-Morrow. | O Love! O Love! O Gateway of Delight! | | 120 | 52 |
| 45: | Love Letters of a Violinist. Letter V. Confessions. | O Lady mine! O Lady of my Life! | | 120 | 60 |
| 46: | Love Letters of a Violinist. Letter VI. Despair. | I am undone. My hopes have beggar'd me, | | 120 | 47 |
| 47: | Love Letters of a Violinist. Letter VII. Hope. | O tears of mine! Ye start I know not why, | | 120 | 49 |
| 48: | Love Letters of a Violinist. Letter VIII. A Vision. | Yes, I will tell thee what, a week ago, | | 120 | 43 |
| 49: | Love Letters of a Violinist. Letter X. A Retrospect. | I walk again beside the roaring sea, | | 14 | 46 |
| 50: | Love Letters of a Violinist. Letter XI. Faith. | Now will I sing to God a song of praise, | | 120 | 52 |
| 51: | Love Letters of a Violinist. Letter XII. Victory. | Now have I reach'd the goal of my desire, | | 120 | 52 |
| 52: | Love's Ambition. | I must invoke thee for my spirit's good, | | 14 | 75 |
| 53: | Love's Defeat. | Do what I will, I cannot chant so well | | 14 | 57 |
| 54: | Mary Arden. | O thou to whom, athwart the perish'd days | | 105 | 58 |
| 55: | Mirage. | Tis a legend of a lover, | | 60 | 61 |
| 56: | My Amazon. | My Love is a lady fair and free, | | 16 | 55 |
| 57: | Pablo De Sarasate. | Who comes, to-day, with sunlight on his face, | | 88 | 60 |
| 58: | Philomel. | Lo, as a minstrel at the court of Love, | | 14 | 75 |
| 59: | Pro Patria. An Ode To Swinburne. | Nay, good Sir Poet, read thy rhymes again, | | 88 | 53 |
| 60: | Probation. | Could I, O Love! obtain a charter clear | | 14 | 59 |
| 61: | Remorse. | Go, get thee gone. I love thee not, I swear; | | 14 | 68 |
| 62: | Sachal. A Waif Of Battle. | Lo! at my feet, | | 68 | 45 |
| 63: | Spirit Love. | How great my joy! How grand my recompense! | | 14 | 62 |
| 64: | Sylvia In The West. | What shall be done? I cannot pray; | | 180 | 52 |
| 65: | The Daisy. | See where it stands, the world-appointed flower, | | 14 | 69 |
| 66: | The Lady Of The May. | O stars that fade in amber skies | | 40 | 45 |
| 67: | The Little Grave. | A little mound of earth | | 20 | 56 |
| 68: | The Mission Of The Bard. | He is a seer. He wears the wedding-ring | | 14 | 54 |
| 69: | The Song Of The Flag. | Up with the country's flag! | | 174 | 446 |
| 70: | The Sonnet King. | O Petrarch! I am here. I bow to thee, | | 14 | 71 |
| 71: | The Statue. | See where my lady stands, | | 35 | 58 |
| 72: | The Waking Of The Lark. | O bonnie bird, that in the brake, exultant, dost prepare thee | | 40 | 46 |
| 73: | To One I Love. | Oh, let me plead with thee to have a nook, | | 14 | 58 |
| 74: | Token Flowers. | Oh, not the daisy, for the love of God! | | 14 | 79 |
| 75: | Victor Hugo. | Victor the King! alive to-day, not dead! | | 14 | 79 |
| 76: | Visions. | The Poet meets Apollo on the hill, | | 14 | 60 |
| 77: | Zulalie. | I am the sprite | | 30 | 55 |
