| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Ballad of Trees and the Master. | Into the woods my Master went, | 1880 | 16 | 962 |
| 2: | A Birthday Song. To S. G. | For ever wave, for ever float and shine | 1866 | 33 | 421 |
| 3: | A Dedication. To Charlotte Cushman. | As Love will carve dear names upon a tree, | 1876 | 12 | 441 |
| 4: | A Florida Ghost. | Down mildest shores of milk-white sand, | 1877 | 84 | 438 |
| 5: | A Florida Sunday. | From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas | 1877 | 110 | 405 |
| 6: | A Sea-Shore Grave. To M. J. L. | O wish that's vainer than the plash | 1866 | 16 | 445 |
| 7: | A Song of Eternity in Time. | Once, at night, in the manor wood | 1879 | 16 | 440 |
| 8: | A Song of Love. | Hey, rose, just born | | 9 | 426 |
| 9: | A Song of the Future. | Sail fast, sail fast, | 1878 | 13 | 477 |
| 10: | A Sunrise Song. | Young palmer sun, that to these shining sands | 1881 | 12 | 474 |
| 11: | Acknowledgment. | O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st, | 1875 | 56 | 430 |
| 12: | An Evening Song. | Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, | 1876 | 12 | 464 |
| 13: | An Frau Nannette Falk-Auerbach. | Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlischen Kunst | 1878 | 14 | 427 |
| 14: | At First. To Charlotte Cushman. | My crippled sense fares bow'd along | 1876 | 36 | 415 |
| 15: | Baby Charley. | He's fast asleep. See how, O Wife, | 1869 | 20 | 452 |
| 16: | Barnacles. | My soul is sailing through the sea, | 1867 | 16 | 392 |
| 17: | Clover. | Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, | 1876 | 130 | 426 |
| 18: | Control. | O Hunger, Hunger, I will harness thee | | 4 | 421 |
| 19: | Corn. | To-day the woods are trembling through and through | 1874 | 200 | 393 |
| 20: | From the Flats. | What heartache - ne'er a hill! | 1877 | 24 | 455 |
| 21: | How Love Looked for Hell. | To heal his heart of long-time pain | 1879 | 105 | 376 |
| 22: | In Absence. | The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain | 1874 | 56 | 484 |
| 23: | In the Foam. | Life swelleth in a whitening wave, | 1867 | 16 | 583 |
| 24: | Individuality. | Sail on, sail on, fair cousin Cloud: | 1879 | 91 | 500 |
| 25: | Ireland. | Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland, | 1880 | 12 | 406 |
| 26: | Jones's Private Argyment. | That air same Jones, which lived in Jones, | | 50 | 383 |
| 27: | June Dreams, in January. | So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon | 1869 | 106 | 380 |
| 28: | Laughter in the Senate. | In the South lies a lonesome, hungry Land; | 1868 | 24 | 436 |
| 29: | Laus Mariae. | Across the brook of Time man leaping goes | 1875 | 14 | 452 |
| 30: | Life And Song. | If life were caught by a clarionet, | 1868 | 20 | 386 |
| 31: | Marsh Hymns. - Between Dawn and Sunrise. | Were silver pink, and had a soul, | | 8 | 383 |
| 32: | Marsh Hymns. - Thou and I. | So one in heart and thought, I trow, | 1881 | 4 | 404 |
| 33: | Marsh Song - At Sunset. | Over the monstrous shambling sea, | 1880 | 15 | 431 |
| 34: | Martha Washington. | Down cold snow-stretches of our bitter time, | 1875 | 14 | 402 |
| 35: | My Springs. | In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know | 1874 | 56 | 393 |
| 36: | Night and Day. | The innocent, sweet Day is dead. | 1866 | 16 | 511 |
| 37: | Night. | Fair is the wedded reign of Night and Day. | 1866 | 24 | 430 |
| 38: | Nilsson. | A rose of perfect red, embossed | 1871 | 21 | 408 |
| 39: | Nine from Eight | I was drivin' my two-mule waggin, | 1870 | 75 | 399 |
| 40: | Nirvana. | Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies, | 1869 | 72 | 423 |
| 41: | Ode to the Johns Hopkins University. | How tall among her sisters, and how fair, | 1880 | 98 | 350 |
| 42: | On a Palmetto. | Through all that year-scarred agony of height, | | 14 | 386 |
| 43: | On Huntingdon's "Miranda". | The storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet, | 1874 | 21 | 354 |
| 44: | On Violet's Wafers, Sent Me When I Was Ill. | Fine-tissued as her finger-tips, and white | 1881 | 14 | 364 |
| 45: | Opposition. | Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill, | 1880 | 24 | 442 |
| 46: | Our Hills. | Dear Mother-Earth | | 31 | 424 |
| 47: | Owl against Robin. | Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him | | 76 | 428 |
| 48: | Psalm of the West. | Land of the willful gospel, thou worst and thou best; | 1876 | 756 | 406 |
| 49: | Remonstrance. | Opinion, let me alone: I am not thine. | 1879 | 70 | 433 |
| 50: | Resurrection. | Sometimes in morning sunlights by the river | | 28 | 422 |
| 51: | Rose-Morals. | Would that my songs might be | 1875 | 24 | 422 |
| 52: | Song for "The Jacquerie". | May the maiden, | 1868 | 21 | 390 |
| 53: | Song for "The Jacquerie". | The hound was cuffed, the hound was kicked, | 1868 | 27 | 417 |
| 54: | Song for "The Jacquerie". - Betrayal. | The sun has kissed the violet sea, | 1868 | 22 | 364 |
| 55: | Souls and Rain-Drops. | Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea, | | 8 | 398 |
| 56: | Special Pleading. | Time, hurry my Love to me: | 1875 | 30 | 490 |
| 57: | Spring Greeting. | All faintly through my soul to-day, | 1864 | 16 | 466 |
| 58: | Strange Jokes. | Well: Death is a huge omnivorous Toad | 1867 | 24 | 359 |
| 59: | Street Cries. | Oft seems the Time a market-town | | 8 | 559 |
| 60: | Struggle. | My soul is like the oar that momently | | 4 | 450 |
| 61: | Sunrise. | In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain | 1880 | 193 | 414 |
| 62: | Tampa Robins. | The robin laughed in the orange-tree: | 1877 | 24 | 448 |
| 63: | Thar's more in the Man than thar is in the Land | I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones, | 1869 | 56 | 406 |
| 64: | The Bee. | What time I paced, at pleasant morn, | 1877 | 61 | 456 |
| 65: | The Crystal. | At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, | 1880 | 111 | 448 |
| 66: | The Dove. | If haply thou, O Desdemona Morn, | 1877 | 16 | 512 |
| 67: | The Dying Words of Stonewall Jackson. | The stars of Night contain the glittering Day | 1865 | 27 | 422 |
| 68: | The Golden Wedding of Sterling and Sarah Lanier, September 27, 1868. | A rainbow span of fifty years, | 1868 | 48 | 541 |
| 69: | The Hard Times in Elfland. | Strange that the termagant winds should scold | 1877 | 237 | 368 |
| 70: | The Harlequin of Dreams. | Swift, through some trap mine eyes have never found, | 1878 | 14 | 359 |
| 71: | The Jacquerie. A Fragment. | Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright | | 698 | 360 |
| 72: | The Marshes of Glynn. | Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven | 1878 | 105 | 396 |
| 73: | The Mocking-Bird. | Superb and sole, upon a plumed spray | | 14 | 403 |
| 74: | The Palm and the Pine. | In the far North stands a Pine-tree, lone, | 1864 | 8 | 508 |
| 75: | The Power of Prayer; or, The First Steamboat up the Alabama. | You, Dinah! Come and set me whar de ribber-roads does meet. | 1875 | 60 | 361 |
| 76: | The Raven Days. | Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken, | 1868 | 16 | 387 |
| 77: | The Revenge of Hamish. | It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; | 1878 | 104 | 414 |
| 78: | The Ship of Earth. | Thou Ship of Earth, with Death, and Birth, and Life, and Sex aboard, | 1868 | 8 | 517 |
| 79: | The Song of the Chattahoochee. | Out of the hills of Habersham, | 1877 | 50 | 439 |
| 80: | The Stirrup-Cup. | Death, thou'rt a cordial old and rare: | 1877 | 12 | 418 |
| 81: | The Symphony. | O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! | 1875 | 368 | 412 |
| 82: | The Tournament. | Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies, | 1865 | 92 | 357 |
| 83: | The Waving of the Corn. | Ploughman, whose gnarly hand yet kindly wheeled | 1876 | 30 | 404 |
| 84: | The Wedding. | O marriage-bells, your clamor tells | 1865 | 14 | 457 |
| 85: | To - - , with a Rose. | I asked my heart to say | 1876 | 9 | 440 |
| 86: | To - - . | The Day was dying; his breath | 1863 | 20 | 451 |
| 87: | To Bayard Taylor. | To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height, | 1879 | 85 | 446 |
| 88: | To Beethoven. | In o'er-strict calyx lingering, | 1877 | 68 | 454 |
| 89: | To Charlotte Cushman. | Look where a three-point star shall weave his beam | 1875 | 14 | 441 |
| 90: | To Dr. Thomas Shearer. | Since you, rare friend! have tied my living tongue | 1880 | 4 | 376 |
| 91: | To J. D. H. | Dear friend, forgive a wild lament | | 16 | 362 |
| 92: | To My Class: On Certain Fruits and Flowers Sent Me in Sickness. | If spicy-fringed pinks that blush and pale | 1880 | 14 | 406 |
| 93: | To Nannette Falk-Auerbach. | Oft as I hear thee, wrapt in heavenly art, | 1878 | 14 | 403 |
| 94: | To Our Mocking-Bird. | Trillets of humor, - shrewdest whistle-wit, | 1878 | 62 | 596 |
| 95: | To Richard Wagner. | I saw a sky of stars that rolled in grime. | 1877 | 48 | 409 |
| 96: | To Wilhelmina. | A white face, drooping, on a bending neck: | 1866 | 12 | 428 |
| 97: | Tyranny. | Spring-germs, spring-germs, | 1868 | 32 | 382 |
| 98: | Uncle Jim's Baptist Revival Hymn. | Solo. - Sin's rooster's crowed, Ole Mahster's riz, | 1876 | 35 | 374 |
| 99: | Under the Cedarcroft Chestnut. | Trim set in ancient sward, his manful bole | 1877 | 36 | 385 |
| 100: | Wedding-Hymn. | Thou God, whose high, eternal Love | 1865 | 16 | 407 |
