| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Death In The Desert | It is a parchment, of my rolls the fifth, | | 688 | 1351 |
| 2: | A Face | If one could have that little head of hers | | 22 | 897 |
| 3: | A Forgiveness | I am indeed the personage you know. | | 418 | 840 |
| 4: | A Grammarian’s Funeral | Let us begin and carry up this corpse, | | 148 | 798 |
| 5: | A Light Woman | So far as our story approaches the end, | | 56 | 1145 |
| 6: | A Likeness | Some people hang portraits up | | 69 | 844 |
| 7: | A Lover’s Quarrel | Oh, what a dawn of day! | | 154 | 1197 |
| 8: | A Pearl, A Girl | A simple ring with a single stone, | | 14 | 1187 |
| 9: | A Pretty Woman | That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, | | 72 | 1145 |
| 10: | A Serenade At The Villa | That was I, you heard last night, | | 60 | 1195 |
| 11: | A Tale - Epilogue To "The Two Poets Of Croisic." | What a pretty tale you told me Once upon a time | | 108 | 1139 |
| 12: | A Toccata Of Galuppi’s | Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! | | 45 | 1155 |
| 13: | A Wall | O the old wall here! How I could pass | | 24 | 1169 |
| 14: | A Woman’s Last Word | Let’s contend no more, Love, | | 40 | 1198 |
| 15: | Abt Vogler | Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, | | 96 | 1140 |
| 16: | After | Take the cloak from his face, and at first | | 18 | 1033 |
| 17: | Among The Rocks | Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, | | 12 | 958 |
| 18: | An Epistle - Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Karshish, the Arab Physician | Karshish, the picker-up of learning’s crumbs, | | 312 | 1331 |
| 19: | Andrea Del Sarto - Called The “Faultless Painter” | But do not let us quarrel any more, | | 267 | 1021 |
| 20: | Another Way Of Love | June was not over Though past the fall, | | 33 | 768 |
| 21: | Any Wife To Any Husband | My love, this is the bitterest, that thou | | 126 | 1164 |
| 22: | Apparent Failure | No, for I ’ll save it! Seven years since, | | 65 | 738 |
| 23: | Apparitions - Prologue To "The Two Poets Of Croisic." | Such a starved bank of moss Till, that May-morn, | | 12 | 1128 |
| 24: | Appearances | And so you found that poor room dull, | | 12 | 826 |
| 25: | Arcades Ambo | You blame me that I ran away? | | 14 | 1044 |
| 26: | Artemis Prologuizes | I am a Goddess of the ambrosial courts, | | 121 | 734 |
| 27: | Asolando - Dedication | To whom but you, dear Friend, should I dedicate verses—some few written, | | 6 | 1205 |
| 28: | Asolando - Epilogue | At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, | | 21 | 943 |
| 29: | Asolando - Prologue | The Poet’s age is sad: for why? | | 45 | 1167 |
| 30: | At The “Mermaid” | I “next poet?” No, my hearties, | | 144 | 832 |
| 31: | Bad Dreams I | Last night I saw you in my sleep: | | 8 | 1265 |
| 32: | Bad Dreams II | You in the flesh and here, Your very self! Now, wait! | | 100 | 1235 |
| 33: | Bad Dreams III | This was my dream: I saw a Forest | | 36 | 1170 |
| 34: | Bad Dreams IV | It happened thus: my slab, though new, | | 45 | 1132 |
| 35: | Beatrice Signorini | This strange thing happened to a painter once: | | 369 | 1073 |
| 36: | Before | Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. | | 40 | 969 |
| 37: | Ben Karshook’s Wisdom | Would a man ’scape the rod?” Rabbi Ben Karshook saith, | 1854 | 25 | 757 |
| 38: | Bifurcation | We were two lovers; let me lie by her, | | 42 | 706 |
| 39: | Bishop Blougram’s Apology | No more wine? then we’ll push back chairs and talk. | | 1021 | 1124 |
| 40: | By The Fire-Side | How well I know what I mean to do | | 265 | 1104 |
| 41: | Caliban Upon Setebos: Or, Natural Theology In The Island | Will sprawl, now that the heat of day is best, | | 295 | 1185 |
| 42: | Cavalier Tunes - I. - Marching Along. | Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, | | 24 | 779 |
| 43: | Cavalier Tunes - II - Give A Rouse | King Charles, and who’ll do him right now? | | 20 | 745 |
| 44: | Cavalier Tunes - III - Boot And Saddle | Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! | | 16 | 761 |
| 45: | Cenciaja | May I print, Shelley, how it came to pass | | 302 | 645 |
| 46: | Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came | My first thought was, he lied in every word, | | 204 | 1164 |
| 47: | Christmas-Eve | Out of the little chapel I burst | 1850 | 1362 | 1206 |
| 48: | Cleon | Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, | | 353 | 917 |
| 49: | Confessions | What is he buzzing in my ears? | | 36 | 1190 |
| 50: | Count Gismond | Christ God who savest man, save most | | 126 | 700 |
| 51: | Count Guido Franceschini | Thanks, Sir, but, should it please the reverend Court, | | 2058 | 812 |
| 52: | Cristina | She should never have looked at me | | 64 | 693 |
| 53: | De Gustibus -- | Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, | | 46 | 875 |
| 54: | Deaf And Dumb - A Group By Woolner | Only the prism’s obstruction shows aright | | 8 | 1300 |
| 55: | Development | My father was a scholar and knew Greek. | | 118 | 1031 |
| 56: | Dîs Aliter Visum; Or, Le Byron De Nos Jours | Stop, let me have the truth of that! | | 150 | 1173 |
| 57: | Dominus Hyacinthus de Archangelis - Pauperum Procurator | Ah, my Giacinto, he’s no ruddy rogue, | | 1805 | 765 |
| 58: | Dubiety | I will be happy if but for once: | | 24 | 1105 |
| 59: | Earth’s Immortalities | See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, | | 19 | 1286 |
| 60: | Easter-Day | How very hard it is to be A Christian! Hard for you and me, | | 1055 | 1243 |
| 61: | Epilogue - Dramatis Personæ | On the first of the Feast of Feasts, | | 104 | 758 |
| 62: | Eurydice to Orpheus - A Picture by Leighton | But give them me, the mouth, the eyes, the brow! | | 8 | 781 |
| 63: | Evelyn Hope | Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! | | 56 | 1175 |
| 64: | Fears And Scruples | Here’s my case. Of old I used to love him, | | 48 | 707 |
| 65: | Filippo Baldinucci On The Privilege Of Burial | No, boy, we must not”, so began | | 464 | 663 |
| 66: | Flute-Music, With An Accompaniment | Ah, the bird-like fluting Through the ash-tops yonder, | | 193 | 1050 |
| 67: | Fra Lippo Lippi | I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! | | 392 | 1149 |
| 68: | Garden-Fancies - I. The Flower’s Name | Here’s the garden she walked across, | | 48 | 701 |
| 69: | Garden-Fancies - II. Sibrandus Schafnaburgensis | Plague take all your pedants, say I! | | 72 | 806 |
| 70: | Giuseppe Caponsacchi | Answer you, Sirs? Do I understand aright? | | 2105 | 821 |
| 71: | Gold Hair - A Story Of Pornic | Oh, the beautiful girl, too white, | | 150 | 688 |
| 72: | Guido | You are the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you, | | 2425 | 830 |
| 73: | Half-Rome | What, you, Sir, come too? (Just the man I’d meet.) | | 1547 | 882 |
| 74: | Heap Cassia, Sandal-Buds And Stripes | Heap Cassia, sandal-buds and stripes | | 16 | 888 |
| 75: | Hervé Riel | On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, | | 140 | 730 |
| 76: | Holy-Cross Day | Fee, faw, fum! bubble and squeak! | | 120 | 847 |
| 77: | Home-Thoughts, From Abroad | Oh, to be in England Now that April’s there, | | 20 | 717 |
| 78: | Home-Thoughts, From The Sea | Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away; | | 7 | 708 |
| 79: | House | Shall I sonnet-sing you about myself? | | 40 | 768 |
| 80: | How It Strikes A Contemporary | I only knew one poet in my life: | | 115 | 1061 |
| 81: | How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix | I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; | | 60 | 687 |
| 82: | Humility | What girl but, having gathered flowers, | | 12 | 1134 |
| 83: | Imperante Augusto Natus Est-- | What it was struck the terror into me? | | 163 | 1047 |
| 84: | In A Balcony | Give me them again, those hands | | 1100 | 1011 |
| 85: | In A Gondola | I send my heart up to thee, all my heart | | 244 | 739 |
| 86: | In A Year | Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face | | 80 | 1010 |
| 87: | In Three Days | So, I shall see her in three days | | 38 | 970 |
| 88: | Inapprehensiveness | We two stood simply friend-like side by side, | | 34 | 1121 |
| 89: | Incident Of The French Camp | You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: | | 40 | 753 |
| 90: | Instans Tyrannus | Of the million or two, more or less, | | 72 | 1104 |
| 91: | Introduction: Pippa Passes | Day! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last: | | 217 | 865 |
| 92: | James Lee’s Wife | Ah, Love, but a day And the world has changed! | | 381 | 751 |
| 93: | Johannes Agricola In Meditation | There's heaven above, and night by night | 1842 | 60 | 1117 |
| 94: | Juris Doctor Johannes-Baptista Bottinius | Had I God’s leave, how I would alter things! | | 1577 | 766 |
| 95: | Life In A Love | Escape me? Never Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, | | 22 | 1142 |
| 96: | Love Among The Ruins | Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, | | 84 | 1171 |
| 97: | Love In A Life | Room after room, I hunt the house through | | 16 | 1135 |
| 98: | Madhouse Cell - Johannes Agricola In Meditation | There’s Heaven above, and night by night, | | 60 | 825 |
| 99: | Madhouse Cell - Porphyria’s Lover | The rain set early in to-night, The sullen wind was soon awake, | | 60 | 756 |
| 100: | Magical Nature | Flower, I never fancied, jewel, I profess you! | | 8 | 887 |
| 101: | Man I Am And Man Would Be, Love | Man I am and man would be, Love, merest man and nothing more. | | 9 | 932 |
| 102: | Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha | Hist, but a word, fair and soft! | | 149 | 1039 |
| 103: | May And Death | I wish that when you died last May, | | 20 | 1108 |
| 104: | Meeting At Night | The grey sea and the long black land; | | 12 | 1170 |
| 105: | Memorabilia | Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, | | 16 | 944 |
| 106: | Mesmerism | All I believed is true! I am able yet | | 135 | 1168 |
| 107: | Misconceptions | This is a spray the Bird clung to, | | 14 | 722 |
| 108: | Mr. Sludge, “The Medium” | Now, don’t, sir! Don’t expose me! | | 1563 | 818 |
| 109: | Muckle-Mouth Meg | Frowned the Laird on the Lord: “So, red-handed I catch thee? | | 40 | 1073 |
| 110: | My Last Duchess | That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, | | 56 | 781 |
| 111: | My Star | All that I know Of a certain star, | | 13 | 1204 |
| 112: | Nationality In Drinks | My heart sank with our Claret-flask, | | 44 | 772 |
| 113: | Natural Magic | All I can say is, I saw it! | | 18 | 769 |
| 114: | Never The Time And The Place | Never the time and the place | | 22 | 951 |
| 115: | Now | Out of your whole life give but a moment! | | 14 | 1156 |
| 116: | Numpholeptos | Still you stand, still you listen, still you smile! | | 155 | 757 |
| 117: | O' Lyric Love | O' Lyric Love, half angel and half bird, | | 26 | 912 |
| 118: | Of Pacchiarotto, And How He Worked In Distemper | Query: was ever a quainter | | 583 | 700 |
| 119: | Old Pictures In Florence | The morn when first it thunders in March, | | 288 | 1003 |
| 120: | One Way Of Love | All June I bound the rose in sheaves. | | 18 | 747 |
| 121: | One Word More | There they are, my fifty men and women | | 201 | 864 |
| 122: | Over The Sea Our Galleys Went | Over the sea our galleys went, | | 73 | 880 |
| 123: | Pacchiarotto - Epilogue | The poets pour us wine” | | 224 | 740 |
| 124: | Pacchiarotto - Prologue | Oh, the old wall here! How I could pass | | 24 | 848 |
| 125: | Pan And Luna | Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, | | 103 | 953 |
| 126: | Paracelsus: Part I: Paracelsus Aspires | Come close to me, dear friends; still closer; thus! | | 905 | 879 |
| 127: | Paracelsus: Part II: Paracelsus Attains | Over the waters in the vaporous West | | 701 | 744 |
| 128: | Paracelsus: Part III: Paracelsus | Heap logs and let the blaze laugh out! | | 1206 | 700 |
| 129: | Paracelsus: Part IV: Paracelsus Aspires | Sic itur ad astra! Dear Von Visenburg | | 784 | 708 |
| 130: | Paracelsus: Part V: Paracelsus Attains | No change! The weary night is well-nigh spent, | | 998 | 821 |
| 131: | Parting At Morning | Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, | | 4 | 1204 |
| 132: | Pauline - A Fragment of a Confession | Pauline, mine own, bend o’er me thy soft breast | 1832 | 1044 | 924 |
| 133: | Pheidippides | First I salute this soil of the blessed, river and rock! | | 120 | 1033 |
| 134: | Pictor Ignotus | I could have painted pictures like that youth’s | | 72 | 745 |
| 135: | Pippa Passes: Part I: Morning | Let the watching lids wink! Day's a-blaze with eyes, think! | | 453 | 663 |
| 136: | Pippa Passes: Part II: Noon | Do not die, Phene! I am yours now, you | | 362 | 692 |
| 137: | Pippa Passes: Part III: Evening | If there blew wind, you'd hear a long sigh, easing | | 400 | 634 |
| 138: | Pippa Passes: Part IV: Night | Thanks, friends, many thanks! I chiefly desire life now, | | 199 | 645 |
| 139: | Pippa's Song | The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn; | | 8 | 1109 |
| 140: | Pisgah-Sights | Over the ball of it, Peering and prying, | | 80 | 748 |
| 141: | Poetics | So say the foolish!” Say the foolish so, Love? | | 8 | 1089 |
| 142: | Pompilia | I am just seventeen years and five months old, | | 1844 | 770 |
| 143: | Ponte Dell’ Angelo, Venice | Stop rowing! This one of our bye-canals | | 192 | 998 |
| 144: | Popularity | Stand still, true poet that you are! | | 65 | 838 |
| 145: | Porphyria's Lover | The rain set early in to-night, | | 60 | 1099 |
| 146: | Prospice | Fear death? to feel the fog in my throat, | | 28 | 1074 |
| 147: | Protus | Among these latter busts we count by scores, | | 58 | 915 |
| 148: | Rabbi Ben Ezra | Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, | | 192 | 1151 |
| 149: | Rephan | How I lived, ere my human life began | | 110 | 1030 |
| 150: | Respectability | Dear, had the world in its caprice | | 24 | 980 |
| 151: | Reverie | I know there shall dawn a day | | 220 | 836 |
| 152: | Rhyme For A Child Viewing A Naked Venus In A Painting Of 'The Judgement Of Paris' | He gazed and gazed and gazed and gazed, | | 2 | 1187 |
| 153: | Rosny | Woe, he went galloping into the war, | | 29 | 1053 |
| 154: | Rudel To The Lady Of Tripoli | I know a Mount, the gracious Sun perceives | | 36 | 626 |
| 155: | Saul | Said Abner, “At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, | | 342 | 876 |
| 156: | Saul | Said Abner, “At last thou art come! | | 192 | 1100 |
| 157: | Shop | So, friend, your shop was all your house! | | 110 | 683 |
| 158: | Soliloquy Of The Spanish Cloister | GR-R-R there go, my heart’s abhorrence! | | 72 | 683 |
| 159: | Song | Nay but you, who do not love her, | | 12 | 1164 |
| 160: | Songs From Pippa Passes | Day! Faster and more fast, | | 43 | 993 |
| 161: | Sonnet - Dramatis Personæ | Eyes, calm beside thee, (Lady, could’st thou know!) | 1834 | 14 | 701 |
| 162: | Sordello: Book The Fifth | Is it the same Sordello in the dusk | | 1038 | 1252 |
| 163: | Sordello: Book the First | Who will, may hear Sordello's story told: | 1840 | 1017 | 1225 |
| 164: | Sordello: Book The Fourth | Meantime Ferrara lay in rueful case; | | 1047 | 2343 |
| 165: | Sordello: Book The Second | The woods were long austere with snow: at last | | 1036 | 1299 |
| 166: | Sordello: Book The Sixth | The thought of Eglamor's least like a thought, | | 894 | 1200 |
| 167: | Sordello: Book The Third | And the font took them: let our laurels lie! | | 1048 | 1233 |
| 168: | Speculative | Others may need new life in Heaven, | | 10 | 1219 |
| 169: | St. Martin’s Summer | No protesting, dearest! Hardly kisses even! | | 102 | 642 |
| 170: | Summum Bonum | All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee: | | 8 | 1151 |
| 171: | Tertium Quid | True, Excellency as his Highness says, | | 1639 | 761 |
| 172: | The Bean-Feast | He was the man, Pope Sixtus, that Fifth, that swineherd’s son: | | 48 | 1008 |
| 173: | The Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed’s Church Rome | Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! | | 125 | 655 |
| 174: | The Book And The Ring | Here were the end, had anything an end: | | 870 | 753 |
| 175: | The Boy And The Angel | Morning, evening, noon and night, | | 78 | 1082 |
| 176: | The Cardinal And The Dog | Crescenzio, the Pope’s Legate at the High Council, Trent, | | 15 | 1046 |
| 177: | The Confessional | It is a lie, their Priests, their Pope, | | 78 | 778 |
| 178: | The Englishman In Italy | Fortù, Fortù, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, | | 292 | 640 |
| 179: | The Flight Of The Duchess | You’re my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; | | 916 | 1097 |
| 180: | The Glove | Heigho!” yawned one day King Francis, | | 191 | 1016 |
| 181: | The Guardian-Angel | Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave | | 56 | 904 |
| 182: | The Heretic’s Tragedy | The Lord, we look to once for all, | | 102 | 804 |
| 183: | The Italian In England | That second time they hunted me | | 162 | 641 |
| 184: | The Laboratory | Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, | | 48 | 613 |
| 185: | The Lady And The Painter | Yet womanhood you reverence, So you profess! | | 33 | 1105 |
| 186: | The Last Ride Together | I said, Then, dearest, since ’tis so, | | 110 | 1001 |
| 187: | The Lost Leader | Just for a handful of silver he left us, | | 32 | 615 |
| 188: | The Lost Mistress | All’s over, then: does truth sound bitter | | 20 | 667 |
| 189: | The Other Half-Rome | Another day that finds her living yet, | | 1694 | 774 |
| 190: | The Patriot | It was roses, roses, all the way, | | 30 | 1114 |
| 191: | The Pied Piper Of Hamelin | Hamelin town’s in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; | | 303 | 756 |
| 192: | The Pope | Like to Ahasuerus, that shrewd prince, | | 2134 | 722 |
| 193: | The Pope And The Net | What, he on whom our voices unanimously ran, | | 24 | 1483 |
| 194: | The Ring And The Book | Do you see this Ring? ’Tis Rome-work, made to match | | 1416 | 676 |
| 195: | The Statue And The Bust | There’s a palace in Florence, the world knows well, | | 250 | 978 |
| 196: | The Twins | Grand rough old Martin Luther Bloomed fables, flowers on furze, | | 28 | 826 |
| 197: | The Worst Of It | Would it were I had been false, not you! | | 114 | 604 |
| 198: | Three Songs From Paracelsus | I hear a voice, perchance I heard | | 148 | 617 |
| 199: | Through The Metidja To Abd-El-Kadr | As I ride, as I ride, With a full heart for my guide, | 1842 | 40 | 603 |
| 200: | Time’s Revenges | I’ve a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me; | | 66 | 1143 |
| 201: | To Edward Fitzgerald | I chanced upon a new book yesterday; | | 12 | 1029 |
| 202: | Too Late | Here was I with my arm and heart | | 144 | 1151 |
| 203: | Transcendentalism: | Stop playing, poet! may a brother speak? | | 51 | 627 |
| 204: | Tray | Sing me a hero! Quench my thirst Of soul, ye bards! | | 46 | 1124 |
| 205: | Two In The Campagna | I wonder do you feel to-day | | 60 | 695 |
| 206: | Up At A Villa – Down In The City | Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, | | 64 | 1142 |
| 207: | Verse-Making Was Least Of My Virtues | Verse-making was least of my virtues: I viewed with despair | | 10 | 1070 |
| 208: | Waring | What’s become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, | | 262 | 690 |
| 209: | Which? | So, the three Court-ladies began | | 30 | 1074 |
| 210: | White Witchcraft | If you and I could change to beasts, what beast should either be? | | 9 | 1039 |
| 211: | Why I Am A Liberal | Why?" Because all I haply can and do, | | 14 | 1053 |
| 212: | Women And Roses | I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three | | 48 | 896 |
| 213: | You'll Love Me Yet | You'll love me yet! and I can tarry | | 12 | 1112 |
| 214: | Youth And Art | It once might have been, once only: | | 68 | 651 |
