| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Comparison. | The lapse of time and rivers is the same, | | 12 | 565 |
| 2: | A Fable. | A raven, while with glossy breast | | 40 | 609 |
| 3: | A Hymn, For The Use Of The Sunday School At Olney. | Hear, Lord, the song of praise and prayer | | 24 | 505 |
| 4: | A Living And A Dead Faith. | The Lord receives his highest praise | | 24 | 507 |
| 5: | A Poetical Epistle To Lady Austen. | Dear Anna,—Between friend and friend | 1781 | 106 | 522 |
| 6: | A Tale, Founded On A Fact, Which Happened In January 1779. | Where Humber pours his rich commercial stream | | 42 | 520 |
| 7: | Abuse Of The Gospel. | Too many, Lord, abuse thy grace, | | 24 | 472 |
| 8: | Addressed To Miss ----, On Reading The Prayer For Indifference, An Ode, By Mrs. Greville. | And dwells there in a female heart, | 1762 | 104 | 624 |
| 9: | Afflictions Sanctified By The Word. | O how I love thy holy word, | | 24 | 482 |
| 10: | An Epistle To An Afflicted Protestant Lady In France. | Madam,—A stranger’s purpose in these lays | | 50 | 499 |
| 11: | An Epistle To Joseph Hill, Esq. | Dear Joseph,--five and twenty years ago | | 63 | 564 |
| 12: | An Epistle To Robert Lloyd, Esq. | Tis not that I design to rob | | 90 | 468 |
| 13: | An Epitaph. | Here lies one who never drew | 1792 | 18 | 568 |
| 14: | An Ode, On Reading Richardson’s History Of Sir Charles Grandison. | Say, ye apostate and profane, | 1753 | 42 | 489 |
| 15: | Annus Memorabilis, 1789. Written In Commemoration Of His Majesty’s Happy Recovery. | I ransack’d for a theme of song, | | 71 | 497 |
| 16: | Another Comparison. Addressed To A Young Lady. | Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade, | | 10 | 482 |
| 17: | Another Inscription For A Stone Erected On A Similar Occasion At The Same Place In The Following Year. | Reader! behold a monument | | 5 | 612 |
| 18: | Another to the Same. (To Leonora) | Another Leonora once inspir'd | | 12 | 584 |
| 19: | Another to the Same. (To Leonora) | Naples, too credulous, ah! boast no more | | 8 | 642 |
| 20: | Beau’s Reply. | Sir, when I flew to seize the bird | | 28 | 595 |
| 21: | Boadicea. An Ode. | When the British warrior queen, | | 44 | 482 |
| 22: | Catharina. Addressed To Miss Stapleton (Afterwards Mrs. Courtney). | She came—she is gone—we have met | | 56 | 482 |
| 23: | Catharina: The Second Part: On Her Marriage To George Courtenay, Esq. | Believe it or not, as you choose, | 1792 | 32 | 562 |
| 24: | Charity. | Qua nihil majus meliusve terris | | 635 | 476 |
| 25: | Contentment. - Philippians iv.11. | Fierce passions discompose the mind, | | 32 | 541 |
| 26: | Conversation. | Nam neque me tantum venientis sibilus austri, | | 908 | 497 |
| 27: | Cowper’s Reply. | To be remember’d thus is fame, | | 8 | 555 |
| 28: | Dependence. | To keep the lamp alive, | | 24 | 484 |
| 29: | Elegy I. To Charles Diodati.[1] | At length, my friend, the far-sent letters come, | | 95 | 463 |
| 30: | Elegy II. On The Death Of The University Beadle At Cambridge.[1] | Thee, whose refulgent staff and summons clear, | | 30 | 529 |
| 31: | Elegy III. Anno Aetates 17.[1] On The Death Of The Bishop Of Winchester.[2] | Silent I sat, dejected, and alone, | | 71 | 482 |
| 32: | Elegy IV. Anno Aetates 18. To My Tutor, Thomas Young,[1] Chaplain Of The English Merchants Resident At Hamburg. | Hence, my epistle--skim the Deep--fly o'er | | 122 | 498 |
| 33: | Elegy V. Anno Aetates 20. On The Approach Of Spring. | Time, never wand'ring from his annual round, | | 140 | 471 |
| 34: | Elegy VI To Charles Diodati, When He Was Visiting In The Country | With no rich viands overcharg'd, I send | | 92 | 470 |
| 35: | Elegy VI. Anno Aetates Undevigesimo.[1] | As yet a stranger to the gentle fires | | 113 | 607 |
| 36: | Ephraim Repenting. - Jeremiah xxxi.18-20. | My God, till I received thy stroke, | | 24 | 517 |
| 37: | Epigram Printed In The Northampton Mercury. | To purify their wine, some people bleed | | 8 | 574 |
| 38: | Epitaph On A Free But Tame Redbreast, A Favourite Of Miss Sally Hurdis. | These are not dewdrops, these are tears, | 1792 | 24 | 589 |
| 39: | Epitaph On A Hare. | Here lies, whom hound did ne’er pursue, | | 44 | 561 |
| 40: | Epitaph On Dr. Johnson. | Here Johnson lies—a sage by all allow’d, | 1785 | 10 | 601 |
| 41: | Epitaph On Fop, A Dog Belonging To Lady Throckmorton. | Though once a puppy, and though Fop by name, | 1792 | 10 | 600 |
| 42: | Epitaph On Mr. Chester, Of Chicheley. | Tears flow, and cease not, where the good man lies, | 1793 | 6 | 585 |
| 43: | Epitaph On Mrs. M. Higgins, Of Weston. | Laurels may flourish round the conqueror’s tomb, | 1791 | 8 | 484 |
| 44: | Exhortation To Prayer. | What various hindrances we meet | | 24 | 499 |
| 45: | Expostulation. | Why, weeps the muse for England? What appears | | 734 | 484 |
| 46: | Extract From A Sunday-School Hymn. | Hear, Lord, the song of praise and prayer, | | 12 | 548 |
| 47: | For The Poor. | When Hagar found the bottle spent, | | 20 | 440 |
| 48: | Friendship. | What virtue, or what mental grace | | 216 | 509 |
| 49: | From A Letter To The Rev. Mr. Newton, Late Rector Of St. Mary Woolnoth. | Says the pipe to the snuff-box, I can’t understand | | 24 | 554 |
| 50: | Grace And Providence. | Almighty King! whose wondrous hand | | 24 | 513 |
| 51: | Gratitude. Addressed To Lady Hesketh. | This cap, that so stately appears, | 1786 | 56 | 582 |
| 52: | Hatred Of Sin. | Holy Lord God! I love thy truth, | | 20 | 469 |
| 53: | Heroism. | There was a time when Ætna’s silent fire | | 90 | 506 |
| 54: | Hope. | Ask what is human life—the sage replies, | | 771 | 520 |
| 55: | Human Frailty. | Weak and irresolute is man; | | 24 | 521 |
| 56: | I Will Praise The Lord At All Times. | Winter has a joy for me, | | 24 | 609 |
| 57: | In Memory Of The Late John Thornton, Esq. | Poets attempt the noblest task they can, | 1790 | 50 | 576 |
| 58: | Inscription For A Hermitage In The Author’s Garden. | This cabin, Mary, in my sight appears, | 1793 | 4 | 599 |
| 59: | Inscription For A Moss-House In The Shrubbery At Weston. | Here, free from riot’s hated noise, | | 6 | 542 |
| 60: | Inscription For A Stone Erected At The Sowing Of A Grove Of Oaks At Chillington, The Seat Of T. Giffard, Esq., 1790. | Other stones the era tell | 1790 | 17 | 567 |
| 61: | Inscription For The Tomb Of Mr. Hamilton. | Pause here and think: a monitory rhyme | | 10 | 538 |
| 62: | Jehovah Jesus. | My song shall bless the Lord of all, | | 24 | 467 |
| 63: | Jehovah Our Righteousness. - Jeremiah xxiii.6. | My God, how perfect are thy ways! | | 20 | 497 |
| 64: | Jehovah-Jireh. The Lord Will Provide. - Genesis xxii.14. | The saints should never be dismay’d, | | 24 | 657 |
| 65: | Jehovah-Nissi. The Lord My Banner. - Exodus xvii.15. | By whom was David taught | | 30 | 546 |
| 66: | Jehovah-Rophi. I Am The Lord That Healeth Thee. - Exodus xv.26. | Heal us, Emmanuel, here we are, | | 24 | 571 |
| 67: | Jehovah-Shalom. The Lord Send Peace. - Judges vi.24. | Jesus, whose blood so freely stream’d, | | 24 | 545 |
| 68: | Jehovah-Shammah. - Ezekiel xlviii.35. | As birds their infant brood protect, | | 20 | 542 |
| 69: | Jesus Hasting To Suffer. | The Saviour, what a noble flame | | 20 | 468 |
| 70: | Joy And Peace In Believing. | Sometimes a light surprises | | 32 | 469 |
| 71: | Light Shining Out Of Darkness. | God moves in a mysterious way | | 24 | 584 |
| 72: | Lines Addressed To Dr. Darwin, Author Of “The Botanic Garden.” | Two Poets (poets, by report, Not oft so well agree), | | 24 | 494 |
| 73: | Lines Addressed To Miss Theodora Jane Cowper. | William was once a bashful youth, | | 36 | 583 |
| 74: | Lines Composed For A Memorial Of Ashley Cowper, Esq. Immediately After His Death, By His Nephew William Of Weston. | Farewell! endued with all that could engage | 1788 | 12 | 563 |
| 75: | Lines On A Sleeping Infant. | Sweet babe! whose image here express’d | | 8 | 595 |
| 76: | Lines On The Death Of Sir William Russel. | Doom’d, as I am, in solitude to waste | | 22 | 650 |
| 77: | Lines Written In An Album Of Miss Patty More’s, Sister Of Hannah More. | In vain to live from age to age | 1792 | 4 | 564 |
| 78: | Lines. | Oh! to some distant scene, a willing exile | | 9 | 583 |
| 79: | Lively Hope And Gracious Fear. | I was a grovelling creature once, | | 24 | 486 |
| 80: | Longing To Be With Christ. | To Jesus, the Crown of my hope, | | 32 | 588 |
| 81: | Looking Upwards In A Storm. | God of my life, to thee I call, | | 24 | 542 |
| 82: | Love Abused. | What is there in the vale of life | | 24 | 499 |
| 83: | Love Constraining To Obedience. | No strength of nature can suffice | | 24 | 453 |
| 84: | Lovest Thou Me? - John xxi.16. | Hark, my soul! it is the Lord: | | 24 | 545 |
| 85: | Mary And John. | If John marries Mary, and Mary alone, | | 4 | 599 |
| 86: | Mourning And Longing. | The Saviour hides his face! | | 28 | 467 |
| 87: | Mutual Forbearance Necessary To The Happiness Of The Married State. | The lady thus address’d her spouse | | 62 | 544 |
| 88: | My Soul Thirsteth For God. | I thirst, but not as once I did, | | 20 | 458 |
| 89: | Not Of Works. | Grace, triumphant in the throne, | | 24 | 463 |
| 90: | O Lord, I Will Praise Thee. - Isaiah xii.1. | I will praise thee every day, | | 20 | 732 |
| 91: | Ode To Apollo. On An Inkglass Almost Dried In The Sun. | Patron of all those luckless brains, | | 28 | 484 |
| 92: | Ode To Peace. | Come, peace of mind, delightful guest! | | 24 | 483 |
| 93: | Old Testament Gospel. - Hebrews iv.2. | Israel, in ancient days, Not only had a view | | 36 | 435 |
| 94: | On A Goldfinch, Starved To Death In His Cage. | Time was when I was free as air, | | 18 | 509 |
| 95: | On A Mischievous Bull, Which The Owner Of Him Sold At The Author’s Instance. | Go—thou art all unfit to share | | 24 | 472 |
| 96: | On A Mistake In His Translation Of Homer. | Cowper had sinn’d with some excuse, | | 8 | 593 |
| 97: | On A Plant Of Virgin’s Bower. Designed To Cover A Garden-Seat. | Thrive, gentle plant! and weave a bower | 1793 | 16 | 607 |
| 98: | On A Similar Occasion. For The Year 1788. | Improve the present hour, for all beside | | 41 | 498 |
| 99: | On A Similar Occasion. For The Year 1789. | O most delightful hour by man | | 38 | 468 |
| 100: | On A Similar Occasion. For The Year 1790. | He who sits from day to day | | 38 | 463 |
| 101: | On A Similar Occasion. For The Year 1792. | Happy the mortal who has traced effects | | 42 | 514 |
| 102: | On A Similar Occasion. For The Year 1793. | He lives who lives to God alone, | | 40 | 505 |
| 103: | On A Spaniel, Called Beau, Killing A Young Bird. | A Spaniel, Beau, that fares like you, | 1793 | 20 | 588 |
| 104: | On Flaxman’s Penelope. | The suitors sinn’d, but with a fair excuse, | 1793 | 4 | 526 |
| 105: | On Mrs. Montague’s Feather-Hangings. | The birds put off their every hue | | 56 | 478 |
| 106: | On Observing Some Names Of Little Note Recorded In The Biographia Britannica. | Oh, fond attempt to give a deathless lot | | 14 | 451 |
| 107: | On Opening A Place For Social Prayer. | Jesus! where’er thy people meet, | | 24 | 492 |
| 108: | On Receiving Hayley’s Picture. | In language warm as could be breathed or penn’d | 1793 | 6 | 575 |
| 109: | On Receiving Heyne’s Virgil From Mr. Hayley. | I should have deem’d it once an effort vain | | 4 | 538 |
| 110: | On The Author Of Letters On Literature.[1] | The Genius of the Augustan age | | 12 | 547 |
| 111: | On The Benefit Received By His Majesty From Sea-Bathing In The Year 1789. | O sovereign of an isle renown’d | | 8 | 587 |
| 112: | On The Burning Of Lord Mansfield’s Library, Together With His Mss., By The Mob, In The Month Of June 1780. | So then—the Vandals of our isle, | | 12 | 467 |
| 113: | On The Death Of A Minister. | His master taken from his head, | | 16 | 407 |
| 114: | On The Death Of Mrs. (Afterwards Lady) Throckmorton’s Bullfinch. | Ye nymphs! if e’er your eyes were red | | 66 | 493 |
| 115: | On the Death of the Bishop of Ely.[1] Anno Aetates 17. | My lids with grief were tumid yet, | | 68 | 568 |
| 116: | On the Death of the Vice-Chancellor, A Physician.[1] | Learn ye nations of the earth | | 48 | 613 |
| 117: | On the Engraver of his Portrait.[1] | Survey my Features--you will own it clear | | 8 | 566 |
| 118: | On the Fifth of November. Anno Aetates 17. | Am pius extrema veniens Jacobus ab arcto | | 226 | 1383 |
| 119: | On The Gunpowder Plot.[1] | Cum simul in regem nuper satrapasque Britannos | | 42 | 1624 |
| 120: | On The High Price Of Fish. | Cocoa-nut naught, Fish too dear, | | 16 | 519 |
| 121: | On The Ice Islands Seen Floating In The German Ocean. | What portents, from what distant region, ride, | 1799 | 64 | 554 |
| 122: | On The Loss Of The Royal George. | Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more; | 1782 | 36 | 471 |
| 123: | On The Neglect Of Homer. | Could Homer come himself, distress’d and poor, | | 4 | 530 |
| 124: | On The Platonic 'Ideal' As It Was Understood By Aristotle. | Ye sister Pow'rs who o'er the sacred groves | | | 524 |
| 125: | On The Promotion Of Edward Thurlow, Esq. To The Lord High Chancellorship Of England. | Round Thurlow’s head in early youth, | | 20 | 423 |
| 126: | On The Queen’s Visit To London. The Night Of The Seventeenth Of March 1789. | When, long sequester’d from his throne, | 1789 | 80 | 497 |
| 127: | On The Receipt Of A Hamper. | The straw-stuff’d hamper with his ruthless steel | | 8 | 535 |
| 128: | On The Receipt Of My Mother’s Picture Out Of Norfolk, The Gift Of My Cousin, Ann Bodham. | O that those lips had language! Life has pass’d | | 121 | 448 |
| 129: | On The Same. (On The Burning Of Lord Mansfield’s Library, Together With His Mss., By The Mob, In The Month Of June 1780.) | When wit and genius meet their doom | | 16 | 415 |
| 130: | Pairing Time Anticipated. A Fable. | I shall not ask Jean Jaques Rousseau | | 66 | 458 |
| 131: | Paradisum Amissam, Lib. II [1] | Quales aerii montis de vertice nubes | | 8 | 975 |
| 132: | Peace After A Storm. | When darkness long has veil’d my mind, | | 24 | 536 |
| 133: | Pity For Poor Africans. | I own I am shock’d at the purchase of slaves, | | 44 | 452 |
| 134: | Pleading For And With Youth. | Sin has undone our wretched race, | | 24 | 435 |
| 135: | Praise For Faith. | Of all the gifts thine hand bestows, | | 20 | 411 |
| 136: | Praise For The Fountain Opened. - Zechariah xiii.1. | There is a fountain fill’d with blood | | 28 | 455 |
| 137: | Prayer For A Blessing On The Young. | Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth | | 24 | 433 |
| 138: | Prayer For Children. | Gracious Lord, our children see, | | 24 | 387 |
| 139: | Prayer For Patience. | Lord, who hast suffer’d all for me, | | 24 | 436 |
| 140: | Psalm CXIV | When the blest seed of Terah's faithful Son, | | 18 | 564 |
| 141: | Psalm CXIV [1] | When Israel by Jehovah call'd | | 34 | 562 |
| 142: | Report Of An Adjudged Case, Not To Be Found In Any Of The Books. | Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose, | | 32 | 498 |
| 143: | Retirement. | Hackney’d in business, wearied at that oar, | | 808 | 422 |
| 144: | Retirement. | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, | | 24 | 403 |
| 145: | Sardis. - Revelation iii.1-6. | Write to Sardis,” saith the Lord, | | 24 | 416 |
| 146: | Seeking The Beloved. | To those who know the Lord I speak, | | 24 | 440 |
| 147: | Self-Acquaintance. | Dear Lord! accept a sinful heart, | | 24 | 453 |
| 148: | Song. | When all within is peace, | | 24 | 543 |
| 149: | Song. On Peace. | No longer I follow a sound; | 1783 | 16 | 428 |
| 150: | Sonnet To A Young Lady On Her Birth-Day. | Deem not, sweet rose, that bloom’st’ midst many a thorn, | | 14 | 518 |
| 151: | Sonnet To George Romney, Esq. On His Picture Of Me In Crayons, | Romney, expert infallibly to trace | 1792 | 14 | 532 |
| 152: | Sonnet To William Wilberforce, Esq. | Thy country, Wilberforce, with just disdain, | 1792 | 16 | 566 |
| 153: | Sonnet, Addressed To Henry Cowper, Esq. | Cowper, whose silver voice, task’d sometimes hard, | | 14 | 403 |
| 154: | Sonnet, Addressed To William Hayley, Esq. | Hayley—thy tenderness fraternal shown | 1792 | 14 | 571 |
| 155: | Stanzas Addressed To Lady Hesketh, By A Lady, | What wonder! if my wavering hand | | 12 | 582 |
| 156: | Stanzas. | Pale death with equal foot strikes wide the door | | 42 | 442 |
| 157: | Stanzas. On The Late Indecent Liberties Taken With The Remains Of Milton.[1] | Me too, perchance, in future days, | 1790 | 24 | 470 |
| 158: | Submission. | O Lord, my best desire fulfil, | | 24 | 383 |
| 159: | Table Talk. | You told me, I remember, glory, built | | 772 | 528 |
| 160: | Temptation. | The billows swell, the winds are high, | | 20 | 439 |
| 161: | That Nature Is Not Subject To Decay. | Ah, how the Human Mind wearies herself | | 83 | 563 |
| 162: | The Bird’s Nest. A Tale.[1] | In Scotland’s realms, where trees are few, | 1793 | 80 | 471 |
| 163: | The Castaway. | Obscurest night involved the sky, | 1799 | 66 | 508 |
| 164: | The Christian. | Honour and happiness unite | | 24 | 383 |
| 165: | The Cock-Fighter’s Garland.[1] | Muse—hide his name of whom I sing, | 1789 | 78 | 522 |
| 166: | The Colubriad. | Close by the threshold of a door nail’d fast | 1782 | 41 | 523 |
| 167: | The Contrite Heart. - Isaiah lvii.15. | The Lord will happiness divine | | 24 | 459 |
| 168: | The Covenant. - Ezekiel xxxvi.25-28. | The Lord proclaims his grace abroad! | | 24 | 490 |
| 169: | The Death of Damon. | Ye Nymphs of Himera (for ye have shed | | 305 | 569 |
| 170: | The Distressed Travellers; Or, Labour In Vain. | I sing of a journey to Clifton, | | 77 | 480 |
| 171: | The Diverting History Of John Gilpin; Showing How He Went Farther Than He Intended, And Came Safe Home Again. | John Gilpin was a citizen | | 252 | 418 |
| 172: | The Dog And The Water Lily. No Fable. | The noon was shady, and soft airs | | 44 | 492 |
| 173: | The Doves. | Reasoning at every step he treads, | | 40 | 453 |
| 174: | The Fable of the Peasant and his Landlord.[1] | A Peasant to his lord yearly court, | | 12 | 558 |
| 175: | The Faithful Bird. | The greenhouse is my summer seat; | | 36 | 454 |
| 176: | The Flatting Mill. | When a bar of pure silver or ingot of gold | | 24 | 505 |
| 177: | The Four Ages. | I could be well content, allowed the use | 1791 | 38 | 542 |
| 178: | The Future Peace And Glory Of The Church. - Isaiah ix.15-20. | Hear what God the Lord hath spoken, | | 24 | 447 |
| 179: | The Happy Change. | How blest thy creature is, O God, | | 24 | 427 |
| 180: | The Heart Healed And Changed By Mercy. | Sin enslaved me many years, | | 24 | 373 |
| 181: | The Hidden Life. | To tell the Saviour all my wants, | | 24 | 422 |
| 182: | The House Of Prayer. - Mark xi.17. | Thy mansion is the Christian’s heart, | | 24 | 453 |
| 183: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book I. | Achilles sing, O Goddess! Peleus' son; | | 751 | 441 |
| 184: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book II. | All night both Gods and Chiefs equestrian slept, | | 1075 | 504 |
| 185: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book III. | Now marshall'd all beneath their several chiefs, | | 540 | 455 |
| 186: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book IV. | Now, on the golden floor of Jove's abode | | 644 | 409 |
| 187: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book IX. | So watch'd the Trojan host; but thoughts of flight, | | 885 | 429 |
| 188: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book V. | Then Athenæan Pallas on the son | | 1083 | 418 |
| 189: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book VI. | Thus was the field forsaken by the Gods. | | 645 | 398 |
| 190: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book VII. | So saying, illustrious Hector through the gates | | 570 | 433 |
| 191: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book VIII. | The saffron-mantled morning now was spread | | 655 | 408 |
| 192: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book X. | All night the leaders of the host of Greece | | 684 | 431 |
| 193: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XI. | Aurora from Tithonus' side arose | | 1034 | 412 |
| 194: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XII. | So was Menoetius' gallant son employ'd | | 573 | 497 |
| 195: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XIII. | When Jove to Hector and his host had given | | 1017 | 429 |
| 196: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XIV. | Nor was that cry by Nestor unperceived | | 632 | 396 |
| 197: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XIV. | The games all closed, the people went dispersed | | 1012 | 451 |
| 198: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XIX. | Now rose the morn in saffron vest attired | | 521 | 414 |
| 199: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XV. | But when the flying Trojans had o'erpass'd | | 903 | 422 |
| 200: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XVI. | Such contest for that gallant bark they waged. | | 1062 | 443 |
| 201: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XVII. | Nor Menelaus, Atreus' valiant son, | | 921 | 391 |
| 202: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XVIII. | Thus burn'd the battle like devouring fire. | | 765 | 422 |
| 203: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XX. | The Grecians, thus, before their lofty ships | | 619 | 397 |
| 204: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XXI. | But when they came, at length, where Xanthus winds | | 708 | 449 |
| 205: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XXII. | Thus they, throughout all Troy, like hunted fawns | | 602 | 647 |
| 206: | The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XXIII. | Such mourning was in Troy; meantime the Greeks | | 1107 | 415 |
| 207: | The Judgment Of The Poets. | Two nymphs, both nearly of an age, | 1791 | 40 | 530 |
| 208: | The Light And Glory Of The Word. | The Spirit breathes upon the Word, | | 20 | 426 |
| 209: | The Lily And The Rose. | The nymph must lose her female friend, | | 28 | 565 |
| 210: | The Love Of The World Reproved: Or, Hypocrisy Detected. | Thus says the prophet of the Turk, | | 38 | 438 |
| 211: | The Modern Patriot. | Rebellion is my theme all day; | | 24 | 411 |
| 212: | The Moralizer Corrected. A Tale. | A hermit (or if ‘chance you hold | | 58 | 438 |
| 213: | The Morning Dream. | Twas in the glad season of spring, | | 48 | 409 |
| 214: | The Narrow Way. | What thousands never knew the road! | | 20 | 443 |
| 215: | The Needless Alarm. A Tale. | There is a field, through which I often pass, | | 134 | 378 |
| 216: | The Negro’s Complaint. | Forced from home and all its pleasures, | | 56 | 602 |
| 217: | The New Convert. | The new-born child of gospel grace, | | 20 | 365 |
| 218: | The Nightingale And Glowworm. | A nightingale, that all day long | | 38 | 481 |
| 219: | The Philosopher and the King. | Know this, O King! that if thou shalt destroy | | 6 | 514 |
| 220: | The Pine-Apple And The Bee. | The pine-apples, in triple row, | | 36 | 378 |
| 221: | The Poet, The Oyster, And Sensitive Plant. | An Oyster, cast upon the shore, | | 66 | 464 |
| 222: | The Poet’s New Year’s Gift. To Mrs. (Afterwards Lady) Throckmorton. | Maria! I have every good | | 20 | 403 |
| 223: | The Poplar Field. | The poplars are fell’d, farewell to the shade, | | 20 | 528 |
| 224: | The Progress Of Error. | Sing, muse (if such a theme, so dark, so long | | 625 | 446 |
| 225: | The Retired Cat. | A poet’s cat, sedate and grave | 1791 | 117 | 602 |
| 226: | The Rose. | The rose had been wash’d, just wash’d in a shower, | | 20 | 449 |
| 227: | The Shining Light. | My former hopes are fled, | | 20 | 425 |
| 228: | The Shrubbery. Written In A Time Of Affliction. | Oh, happy shades—to me unblest! | | 24 | 427 |
| 229: | The Sower. - Matthew xiii.3. | Ye sons of earth, prepare the plough, | | 24 | 446 |
| 230: | The Task. Book I. The Sofa. | I sing the Sofa. I, who lately sang | | 775 | 521 |
| 231: | The Task. Book II. The Timepiece. | Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, | | 832 | 435 |
| 232: | The Task. Book III. The Garden. | As one who, long in thickets and in brakes | | 848 | 484 |
| 233: | The Task. Book IV. The Winter Evening. | Hark! 'tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge, | | 801 | 393 |
| 234: | The Task. Book V. The Winter Morning Walk. | Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb | | 906 | 472 |
| 235: | The Task. Book VI. The Winter Walk At Noon. | There is in souls a sympathy with sounds, | | 1024 | 394 |
| 236: | The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death. | My soul is sad, and much dismay’d, | | 20 | 377 |
| 237: | The Waiting Soul. | Breathe from the gentle south, O Lord, | | 24 | 457 |
| 238: | The Winter Nosegay. | What Nature, alas! has denied | | 24 | 419 |
| 239: | Tirocinium; Or, A Review Of Schools. | It is not from his form, in which we trace | | 924 | 399 |
| 240: | To A Young Friend, On His Arriving At Cambridge Wet, When No Rain Had Fallen There. | If Gideon’s fleece, which drench’d with dew he found | 1793 | 8 | 534 |
| 241: | To Christina, Queen of Sweden, with Cromwell's Picture.[1] | Christina, maiden of heroic mien! | | | 499 |
| 242: | To Dr. Austin, Of Cecil Street, London. | Austin! accept a grateful verse from me, | | 14 | 471 |
| 243: | To Giovanni Battista Manso, Marquis of Villa. | These verses also to thy praise the Nine | | 114 | 498 |
| 244: | To Giovanni Salzilli, a Roman Poet, in his Illness. Scazons.[1] | My halting Muse, that dragg'st by choice along | | 40 | 558 |
| 245: | To John Johnston, Esq., On His Presenting Me With An Antique Bust Of Homer. | Kinsman beloved, and as a son, by me! | 1793 | 14 | 493 |
| 246: | To Leonora,[1] Singing in Rome.[2] | Angelus unicuique suus (sic credite gentes) | | 10 | 1317 |
| 247: | To Mary (Mrs. Unwin). | The twentieth year is well nigh past | 1793 | 52 | 438 |
| 248: | To Mary. | The twentieth year is well-nigh past | | 52 | 491 |
| 249: | To Miss C-----, On Her Birthday. | How many between east and west | 1786 | 8 | 502 |
| 250: | To Mr. John Rouse, Librarian of the University of Oxford, An Ode[1] on a Lost Volume of my Poems Which He Desired Me to Replace that He Might Add Them to My Other Works Deposited in the Library. | My two-fold Book! single in show | | 92 | 484 |
| 251: | To Mrs. King, On Her Kind Present To The Author, A Patchwork Counterpane Of Her Own Making. | The bard, if e’er he feel at all, | 1790 | 36 | 478 |
| 252: | To Mrs. Newton. | A noble theme demands a noble verse, | | 36 | 513 |
| 253: | To Mrs. Throckmorton, On Her Beautiful Transcript Of Horace’s Ode, “Ad Librum Suum.” | Maria, could Horace have guess’d | 1790 | 16 | 492 |
| 254: | To Mrs. Unwin. | Mary! I want a lyre with other strings, | 14 | | 508 |
| 255: | To My Cousin, Anne Bodham, On Receiving From Her A Network Purse Made By Herself. | My gentle Anne, whom heretofore, | 1793 | 12 | 495 |
| 256: | To My Father. | Oh that Pieria's spring would thro' my breast | | 148 | 479 |
| 257: | To Sir Joshua Reynolds. | Dear President, whose art sublime | | 42 | 472 |
| 258: | To The Immortal Memory Of The Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April 26, 1784. | Where hast thou floated, in what seas pursued | | 27 | 490 |
| 259: | To The Nightingale, Which The Author Heard Sing On New Year’s Day. | Whence is it that, amazed, I hear | 1792 | 24 | 508 |
| 260: | To The Rev. Mr. Newton, On His Return From Ramsgate. | That ocean you have late survey’d, | 1780 | 16 | 400 |
| 261: | To The Rev. W. Cawthorne Unwin. | Unwin, I should but ill repay | | 30 | 436 |
| 262: | To The Rev. William Bull. | My dear Friend, If reading verse be your delight, | 1792 | 72 | 498 |
| 263: | To The Reverend Mr. Newton. An Invitation Into The Country. | The swallows in their torpid state | | 24 | 378 |
| 264: | To The Same. (Lines Addressed To Miss Theodora Jane Cowper.) | How quick the change from joy to woe, | | 20 | 472 |
| 265: | To The Spanish Admiral Count Gravina, On His Translating The Author’s Song On A Rose Into Italian Verse. | My rose, Gravina, blooms anew, | 1793 | 4 | 513 |
| 266: | To Warren Hastings, Esq. By An Old Schoolfellow Of His At Westminster. | Hastings! I knew thee young, and of a mind, | | 6 | 471 |
| 267: | To William Hayley, Esq. | Dear architect of fine chateaux in air, | 1793 | 14 | 575 |
| 268: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book I | Muse make the man thy theme, for shrewdness famed | | 566 | 461 |
| 269: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book II | Aurora, rosy daughter of the dawn, | | 555 | 546 |
| 270: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book III | The sun, emerging from the lucid waves, | | 626 | 501 |
| 271: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book IV | In hollow Lacedæmon's spacious vale | | 1028 | 480 |
| 272: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book IX | Then answer, thus, Ulysses wise return'd. | | 668 | 478 |
| 273: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book V | Aurora from beside her glorious mate | | 600 | 483 |
| 274: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book VI | There then the noble suff'rer lay, by sleep | | 409 | 453 |
| 275: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book VII | Such pray'r Ulysses, toil-worn Chief renown'd, | | 431 | 502 |
| 276: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book VIII | But when Aurora, daughter of the dawn, | | 720 | 434 |
| 277: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book X | We came to the Æolian isle; there dwells | | 698 | 472 |
| 278: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XI | Arriving on the shore, and launching, first, | | 780 | 483 |
| 279: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XII | And now, borne seaward from the river-stream | | 531 | 585 |
| 280: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XIII | He ceas'd; the whole assembly silent sat, | | 531 | 485 |
| 281: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XIV | Leaving the haven-side, he turn'd his steps | | 650 | 493 |
| 282: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XIX | They went, but left the noble Chief behind | | 749 | 429 |
| 283: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XV | Meantime to Lacedæmon's spacious vale | | 675 | 449 |
| 284: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XVI | It was the hour of dawn, when in the cot | | 567 | 438 |
| 285: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XVII | Now look'd Aurora from the East abroad, | | 729 | 401 |
| 286: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XVIII | Now came a public mendicant, a man | | 534 | 440 |
| 287: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XX | But in the vestibule the Hero lay | | 476 | 1376 |
| 288: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XXI | Minerva, now, Goddess cærulean-eyed, | | 520 | 419 |
| 289: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XXII | Then, girding up his rags, Ulysses sprang | | 580 | 391 |
| 290: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XXIII | And now, with exultation loud the nurse | | 448 | 444 |
| 291: | Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XXIV | And now Cyllenian Hermes summon'd forth | | 638 | 526 |
| 292: | Translations Of The Italian Poems | Fair Lady, whose harmonious name the Rheno | | 85 | 620 |
| 293: | True And False Comforts. | O God, whose favourable eye | | 24 | 351 |
| 294: | True Pleasures. | Lord, my soul with pleasure springs, | | 24 | 438 |
| 295: | Truth. | Man, on the dubious waves of error toss’d, | | 590 | 446 |
| 296: | Vanity Of The World | God gives his mercies to be spent; | | 24 | 477 |
| 297: | Verses Addressed To A Country Clergyman, Complaining Of The Disagreeableness Of The Day Annually Appointed For Receiving The Dues At The Parsonage | Come, ponder well, for ‘tis no jest, | | 68 | 462 |
| 298: | Verses Printed By Himself, On A Flood At Olney. | To watch the storms, and hear the sky | | 18 | 509 |
| 299: | Verses Selected From An Occasional Poem Entitled “Valediction.” | O Friendship! cordial of the human breast! | 1783 | 50 | 530 |
| 300: | Verses To The Memory Of Dr. Lloyd. | Our good old friend is gone; gone to his rest, | | 24 | 563 |
| 301: | Verses Written At Bath, On Finding The Heel Of A Shoe. | Fortune! I thank thee: gentle goddess! thanks! | 1748 | 46 | 403 |
| 302: | Verses, Supposed To Be Written By Alexander Selkirk, During His Solitary Abode In The Island Of Juan Fernandez. | I am monarch of all I survey, | | 56 | 381 |
| 303: | Walking With God. - Genesis v.24. | Oh! for a closer walk with God, | | 24 | 569 |
| 304: | Welcome Cross. | Tis my happiness below Not to live without the cross, | | 24 | 369 |
| 305: | Welcome To The Table. | This is the feast of heavenly wine, | | 20 | 373 |
| 306: | Wisdom. - Proverbs viii.22-31. | Ere God had built the mountains, | | 32 | 437 |
| 307: | Yardley Oak.[1] | Survivor sole, and hardly such, of all | 1791 | 161 | 508 |
