| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Christmas Eve | Good fellows are laughing and drinking | | 65 | 817 |
| 2: | A Ghost | Ghosts walk the Earth, that rise not from the grave. | | 47 | 1159 |
| 3: | A King in Exile | O the Queen may keep her golden | | 24 | 1132 |
| 4: | A Picture | The sun burns fiercely down the skies; | | 12 | 1129 |
| 5: | A Sunset Fantasy | Spellbound by a sweet fantasy | | 72 | 1117 |
| 6: | A Vision of Youth | A horseman on a hilltop green | | 48 | 975 |
| 7: | A Vision Splendid | Half waking and half dreaming, | | 124 | 1125 |
| 8: | A-Roving | When the sap runs up the tree. | | 32 | 806 |
| 9: | Amaranth | Once a poet, long ago, Wrote a song as void of art | | 36 | 791 |
| 10: | Anacreon | We bought a volume of Anacreon, | | 14 | 1272 |
| 11: | Anna | The pale discrowned stacks of maize, | 1902 | 40 | 840 |
| 12: | Aphrodite | On a golden dawn in the dawn sublime | | 24 | 837 |
| 13: | At the Opera | The curtain rose, the play began, | | 84 | 783 |
| 14: | Bacchanalian | I pity him who has not swung | | 42 | 1108 |
| 15: | Bouquet and Bracelet | Bouquet said: “My floral ring | | 12 | 744 |
| 16: | Brunette | When trees in Spring Are blossoming | | 30 | 768 |
| 17: | Camilla | Camilla calls me heartless: hence you see | | 4 | 1000 |
| 18: | Cares | Having certain cares to drown, | | 28 | 752 |
| 19: | Christmas in Australia | O day, the crown and crest of all the year! | | 14 | 759 |
| 20: | Cupid’s Funeral | By his side, whose days are past, | | 18 | 835 |
| 21: | Day and Night | Day goeth bold in cloth of gold, | | 20 | 869 |
| 22: | Death | The awful seers of old, who wrote in words | | 14 | 829 |
| 23: | Desire | Soul of the leaping flame; Heart of the scarlet fire, | | 84 | 968 |
| 24: | Disillusion | For some forty years, and over, | | 36 | 1112 |
| 25: | Dreams | I have been dreaming all a summer day | | 24 | 850 |
| 26: | Eureka | Stand up, my young Australian, | | 232 | 954 |
| 27: | Even So | The days go by, the days go by, | | 42 | 809 |
| 28: | Fragment - Her Last Day | It was a day of sombre heat: | | 94 | 997 |
| 29: | Fragment II - Sunset | The day and its delights are done; | | 59 | 1044 |
| 30: | Fragment III - Years After | Fade off the ridges, rosy light, | | 132 | 1077 |
| 31: | His Mate | A fierce sun glared upon a gaunt land, stricken | | 102 | 1063 |
| 32: | His Soul | Once from the world of living men | | 18 | 1042 |
| 33: | In a Wine Cellar | See how it flashes, This grape-blood fine! | | 126 | 1071 |
| 34: | In Memory of an Actress | Say little: where she lies, so let her rest: | | 30 | 1095 |
| 35: | Lachesis | Over a slow-dying fire, | | 8 | 1116 |
| 36: | Lethe | Through the noiseless doors of Death | | 116 | 1056 |
| 37: | Life | What know we of the dead, who say these things, | | 14 | 1103 |
| 38: | Love | Love is the sunlight of the soul, | | 28 | 1180 |
| 39: | Love-Laurel | Ah! that God once would touch my lips with song | | 91 | 1095 |
| 40: | Mother Doorstep | Unto the Person kind there came | | 24 | 883 |
| 41: | Muses | The Muse who comes each morning | | 32 | 915 |
| 42: | Neæra’s Wreath | Neæra crowns me with a purple wreath | | 12 | 1218 |
| 43: | Night | The night is young yet; an enchanted night | | 122 | 1058 |
| 44: | Omarism | With pen in hand and pipe in mouth, | | 42 | 919 |
| 45: | Our Mæcenas | What! Don't you our Mæcenas know | | 45 | 990 |
| 46: | Over The Wine | Very often, when I'm drinking, | | 48 | 1068 |
| 47: | Passion Flower | Choose who will the wiser part, | | 10 | 1030 |
| 48: | Players | And after all, and after all, | 1900 | 28 | 1002 |
| 49: | Poncé De Léon | By a black wharf I stood lately, | | 36 | 968 |
| 50: | Poppies | These are the flowers of sleep | | 25 | 1046 |
| 51: | Questions | Soul, dost thou shudder at the narrow tomb? | | 14 | 1267 |
| 52: | Romance | They say that fair Romance is dead, and in her cold grave lying low, | | 48 | 1008 |
| 53: | Sea-Gifts | Give thou a gift to me | | 18 | 1053 |
| 54: | Sixty to Sixteen | If I were young as you, Sixteen, | | 32 | 1030 |
| 55: | Song | What shall a man remember In days when he is old, | | 12 | 1070 |
| 56: | Spring Dirge | A child came singing through the dusty town | | 36 | 997 |
| 57: | Spring Song | I am the Vision and the Dream | | 32 | 1078 |
| 58: | St Francis II | I learnt the language of the birds, | | 4 | 1113 |
| 59: | Symbols | Tis said that the Passion Flower, | | 8 | 1036 |
| 60: | Tamerlane | Lo, upon the carpet, where Throned upon a heap of slain | | 45 | 986 |
| 61: | The Ascetic | The narrow, thorny path he trod. | | 4 | 872 |
| 62: | The Call Of The City | There is a saying of renown, | | 56 | 1050 |
| 63: | The Cruise of the “In Memoriam” | The wan light of a stormy dawn | | 172 | 775 |
| 64: | The Days go by | The days go by, the days go by, | | 42 | 936 |
| 65: | The Dead Child | All silent is the room, There is no stir of breath, | | 68 | 796 |
| 66: | The Dove | Within his office, smiling. Sat JOSEPH CHAMBERLAIN, | | 20 | 918 |
| 67: | The Dream of Margaret | It fell upon a summer night | | 207 | 781 |
| 68: | The First of May - A Memory | The waters make a music low: | | 36 | 1071 |
| 69: | The Gleaner | Methought I came unto a world-wide plain | | 14 | 1006 |
| 70: | The Gods | Last night, as one who hears a tragic jest, | | 14 | 1049 |
| 71: | The Hawthorn | By the road, near her father’s dwelling, | | 12 | 1037 |
| 72: | The Little People | Who are these strange small folk, | | 42 | 1070 |
| 73: | The Martyr | Not only on cross and gibbet, | | 84 | 1075 |
| 74: | The Night Ride | The red sun on the lonely lands | | 44 | 1225 |
| 75: | The Nightingale | When the moon a golden-pale | | 40 | 1109 |
| 76: | The Old Bohemian | The world was in my debt, I was the Friend of Man, | | 64 | 1109 |
| 77: | The Old Wife and the New | He sat beneath the curling vines | | 68 | 1046 |
| 78: | The Poet Care | Care is a Poet fine: He works in shade or shine, | | 24 | 1184 |
| 79: | The Quest Of Brahma | Once upon a hushed red morning | | 124 | 1079 |
| 80: | The Rajah’s Sapphires | In my garden, O Beloved! | | 88 | 1066 |
| 81: | The River Maiden | Her gown was simple woven wool, | | 164 | 1042 |
| 82: | The Serpent’s Legacy. | An apple caused man’s fall, as some believe; | | 4 | 1147 |
| 83: | The Three Roads | There is a town in Ireland, A little town I know; | | 50 | 1118 |
| 84: | The Two Keys | There was a Boy, long years ago, | | 120 | 929 |
| 85: | The Voice of the Soul | In Youth, when through our veins runs fast | | 44 | 1003 |
| 86: | The Woman at the Washtub | The Woman at the Washtub, | | 56 | 1133 |
| 87: | To My Lady | When the tender hand of Night | | 16 | 1155 |
| 88: | Unto This Last | They brought my fair love out upon a bier, | | 15 | 994 |
| 89: | Villanelle | We said farewell, my youth and I, | | 25 | 940 |
| 90: | Voices | There are three mighty Voices that alway | | 10 | 963 |
| 91: | When London Calls | They leave us - artists, singers, all | | 56 | 1073 |
| 92: | Wrecked Illusions | You are now in London town, Louis Becke, | | 108 | 967 |
| 93: | Years Ago | The old dead flowers of bygone summers, | | 96 | 935 |
