| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Ballad of John Nicholson | It fell in the year of Mutiny, | | 80 | 814 |
| 2: | A Song Of Exmoor | The Forest above and the Combe below, | | 48 | 376 |
| 3: | A Sower | With sanguine looks | | 16 | 296 |
| 4: | Ad Matrem Dolorosam | Think not thy little fountain's rain | | 18 | 402 |
| 5: | Admiral Death | Boys, are ye calling a toast to-night? | | 32 | 336 |
| 6: | Admirals All | Effingham, Grenville, Raleigh, Drake, | | 56 | 362 |
| 7: | Against Oblivion | Cities drowned in olden time | | 8 | 354 |
| 8: | Among The Tombs | She is a lady fair and wise, | | 14 | 350 |
| 9: | Amore Altiero | Since thou and I have wandered from the highway | | 30 | 342 |
| 10: | An Essay on Criticism | Tis hard to say if greater waste of time | | 224 | 330 |
| 11: | April On Waggon Hill | Lad, and can you rest now, | | 32 | 405 |
| 12: | Ave, Soror | I left behind the ways of care, | | 16 | 338 |
| 13: | Balade* | I cannot tell, of twain beneath this bond, | | 18 | 392 |
| 14: | Benedick's Song | Though I see within thine eyes | | 18 | 378 |
| 15: | By The Hearth-Stone | By the hearth-stone | | 12 | 329 |
| 16: | Clifton Chapel | This is the Chapel: here, my son, | | 32 | 314 |
| 17: | Commemoration | I sat by the granite pillar, and sunlight fell | | 36 | 374 |
| 18: | Craven | Over the turret, shut in his iron-clad tower, | 1864 | 36 | 303 |
| 19: | Devon | Deep-wooded combes, clear-mounded hills of morn, | | 14 | 324 |
| 20: | Drake's Drum | Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away, | | 24 | 387 |
| 21: | Dream-Market | Ah! how I love a rose! But come, my girls, | | 187 | 328 |
| 22: | Egeria's Silence | Her thought that, like a brook beside the way, | | 12 | 353 |
| 23: | England | Praise thou with praise unending, | | 12 | 359 |
| 24: | Epistle | Across the Western World, the Arabian Sea, | | 93 | 366 |
| 25: | Felix Antonius | To-day, my friend is seventy-five; | | 16 | 313 |
| 26: | Fidele's Grassy Tomb | The Squire sat propped in a pillowed chair, | | 68 | 340 |
| 27: | Fond Counsel | O youth, beside thy silver-springing fountain, | | 8 | 339 |
| 28: | For A Trafalgar Cenotaph | Lover of England, stand awhile and gaze | | 4 | 369 |
| 29: | From Generation To Generation | O Son of mine, when dusk shall find thee bending | | 6 | 382 |
| 30: | Gavotte | Memories long in music sleeping, | | 20 | 350 |
| 31: | Gillespie. | Riding at dawn, riding alone, | | 56 | 367 |
| 32: | Gold | At bedtime, when the sunset fire was red | | 6 | 326 |
| 33: | Hawke | In seventeen hundred and fifty-nine, | | 24 | 363 |
| 34: | He Fell Among Thieves | Ye have robbed," said he, "ye have slaughtered and made an end, | | 49 | 439 |
| 35: | Homeward Bound | After long labouring in the windy ways, | | 12 | 340 |
| 36: | Hope The Hornblower | Hark ye, hark to the winding horn; | | 24 | 356 |
| 37: | Hymn | O Lord Almighty, Thou whose hands | | 28 | 330 |
| 38: | Il Santo | Alas! alas! what impious hands are these? | | 32 | 304 |
| 39: | Imogen | Ladies, where were your bright eyes glancing, | | 24 | 374 |
| 40: | In July | His beauty bore no token, | | 18 | 348 |
| 41: | Ionicus | With failing feet and shoulders bowed | | 24 | 328 |
| 42: | Ireland, Ireland | Down thy valleys, Ireland, Ireland, | | 12 | 322 |
| 43: | Laudabunt Alii | Let others praise, as fancy wills, | | 30 | 380 |
| 44: | Love and Grief. | One day, when Love and Summer both were young, | | 12 | 399 |
| 45: | Master And Man | Do ye ken hoo to fush for the salmon? | | 40 | 379 |
| 46: | Messmates | He gave us all a good-bye cheerily | | 24 | 339 |
| 47: | Midway | Turn back, my Soul, no longer set | | 8 | 344 |
| 48: | Minora Sidera | Sitting at times over a hearth that burns | | 25 | 379 |
| 49: | Moonset | Past seven o'clock: time to be gone; | | 25 | 343 |
| 50: | Mors Janua | Pilgrim, no shrine is here, no prison, no inn: | | 4 | 365 |
| 51: | Nel Mezzo Del Cammin | Whisper it not that late in years | | 8 | 326 |
| 52: | Nel Mezzo Del Cammin | Whisper it not that late in years | | 8 | 298 |
| 53: | Northumberland | When England sets her banner forth | | 32 | 347 |
| 54: | O Pulchritudo | O Saint whose thousand shrines our feet have trod | | | 347 |
| 55: | Ode for Trafalgar Day, 1905 | England! to-day let fire be in thine eyes | | 40 | 351 |
| 56: | On Spion Kop | Foremost of all on battle's fiery steep | | 4 | 417 |
| 57: | On the Death of a Noble Lady | Time, when thou shalt bring again | | 14 | 308 |
| 58: | Outward Bound | Dear Earth, near Earth, the clay that made us men, | | 12 | 305 |
| 59: | Peace | No more to watch by Night's eternal shore, | | 4 | 448 |
| 60: | Pereunt Et Imputantur | Bernard, if to you and me | | 24 | 340 |
| 61: | Rilloby-Rill | Grasshoppers four a-fiddling went, | | 36 | 343 |
| 62: | Rondel* | Though I wander far-off ways, | | 8 | 325 |
| 63: | Rondel* | Long ago to thee I gave | | 13 | 358 |
| 64: | Sacramentum Supremum | Ye that with me have fought and failed and fought | | 16 | 352 |
| 65: | San Stefano. A Ballad of the Bold Menelaus | It was morning at St. Helen's, in the great and gallant days, | | 48 | 357 |
| 66: | Seringapatam | The sleep that Tippoo Sahib sleeps | | 72 | 442 |
| 67: | Sir Hugh the Palmer | He kneeled among a waste of sands | | 70 | 300 |
| 68: | Songs of the Fleet - Farewell | Mother, with unbowed head | | 18 | 359 |
| 69: | Songs of the Fleet - Sailing at Dawn | One by one the pale stars die before the day now, | | 24 | 347 |
| 70: | Songs of the Fleet - The Little Admiral | Stand by to reckon up your battleships | | 36 | 299 |
| 71: | Songs of the Fleet - The Middle Watch | In a blue dusk the ship astern | | 28 | 436 |
| 72: | Songs of the Fleet - The Song of the Guns at Sea | Oh hear! Oh hear! | | 30 | 348 |
| 73: | Songs of the Fleet - The Song of the Sou' Wester | The sun was lost in a leaden sky, | | 42 | 309 |
| 74: | Sráhmandázi* | Deep embowered beside the forest river, | | 60 | 324 |
| 75: | The Adventurers | Over the downs in sunlight clear | | 32 | 409 |
| 76: | The Best School of All | It's good to see the school we knew, | | 48 | 402 |
| 77: | The Bright Medusa | She's the daughter of the breeze, | | 30 | 356 |
| 78: | The Building Of The Temple | O Lord our God, we are strangers before Thee, | | 73 | 373 |
| 79: | The Cicalas: An Idyll | Dimly I see your face: I hear your breath | | 122 | 340 |
| 80: | The Death Of Admiral Blake | Laden with spoil of the South, fulfilled with the glory of achievement, | | 32 | 414 |
| 81: | The Echo | Twice three hundred boys were we, | | 28 | 367 |
| 82: | The Faun | Yesterday I thought to roam | | 70 | 412 |
| 83: | The Fighting Téméraire | It was eight bells ringing, | | 48 | 335 |
| 84: | The Final Mystery | Hear now, O Soul, the last command of all | | 30 | 325 |
| 85: | The Gay Gordons | Whos for the Gathering, who's for the Fair? | | 24 | 356 |
| 86: | The Grenadier's Good-Bye | Here they halted, here once more | | 16 | 358 |
| 87: | The Guides at Cabul | Sons of the Island race, wherever ye dwell, | | 42 | 297 |
| 88: | The Hundredth Year | The stars were faint in heaven | | 32 | 310 |
| 89: | The Inheritance | While I within her secret garden walked, | | 30 | 341 |
| 90: | The Invasion | Spring, they say, with his greenery | | 30 | 392 |
| 91: | The King Of England | In that eclipse of noon when joy was hushed | | 40 | 357 |
| 92: | The Last Word | Before the April night was late | | 48 | 365 |
| 93: | The Mossrose | Walking to-day in your garden, O gracious lady, | | 20 | 372 |
| 94: | The Nile | Out of the unknown South, | | 55 | 379 |
| 95: | The Non-Combatant | Among a race high-handed, strong of heart, | | 17 | 346 |
| 96: | The Old Superb | The wind was rising easterly, the morning sky was blue, | | 36 | 364 |
| 97: | The Only Son | O Bitter wind toward the sunset blowing, | | 16 | 384 |
| 98: | The Pedlar's Song | I tramped among the townward throng | | 21 | 370 |
| 99: | The Presentation | When in the womb of Time our souls' own son | | 21 | 403 |
| 100: | The Quarter-Gunner's Yarn | We lay at St. Helen's, and easy she rode | | 60 | 390 |
| 101: | The Return of Summer: An Eclogue | Here then, if you insist, my daughter: still, | | 82 | 356 |
| 102: | The Sailing Of The Long-Ships | They saw the cables loosened, they saw the gangways cleared, | | 24 | 346 |
| 103: | The Sangreal | Once, when beside me in that sacred place | | 6 | 397 |
| 104: | The School At War | All night before the brink of death | | 24 | 445 |
| 105: | The Schoolfellow | Our game was his but yesteryear; | | 12 | 300 |
| 106: | The Sufi In The City | When late I watched the arrows of the sleet | | 20 | 387 |
| 107: | The Vigil | England! where the sacred flame | | 40 | 384 |
| 108: | The Viking's Song | When I thy lover first | | 12 | 371 |
| 109: | The Volunteer | He leapt to arms unbidden, | | 12 | 335 |
| 110: | The Wanderer | To Youth there comes a whisper out of the west: | | 8 | 367 |
| 111: | To a River in the South | Call me no more, O gentle stream, | | 20 | 363 |
| 112: | To Clare | My Clare, | | 19 | 283 |
| 113: | To Edward Fitzgerald | Tis a sad fate | | 43 | 324 |
| 114: | Victoria Regina | A thousand years by sea and land | | 12 | 365 |
| 115: | Vitaď Lampada | There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night | | 24 | 321 |
| 116: | Vrais Amants | Time mocks thy opening music with a close; | | 8 | 335 |
| 117: | Vć Victis | Beside the placid sea that mirrored her | | 63 | 329 |
| 118: | Waggon Hill | Drake in the North Sea grimly prowling, | | 24 | 327 |
| 119: | When I Remember | When I remember that the day will come | | 14 | 329 |
| 120: | Yattendon | Among the woods and tillage | | 16 | 345 |
| 121: | Youth | His song of dawn outsoars the joyful bird, | | 12 | 345 |
