| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Classical Revival | At the outset I may mention it's my sovereign intention | | 60 | 179 |
| 2: | A Discontented Sugar Broker | A GENTLEMAN of City fame | | 120 | 172 |
| 3: | A Man Who Would Woo A Fair Maid | A man who would woo a fair maid, | | 45 | 216 |
| 4: | A Manager's Perplexities | Were I a king in very truth, | | 31 | 176 |
| 5: | A Merry Madrigal. | Brightly dawns our wedding day; | | 24 | 193 |
| 6: | A Mirage. | Were I thy bride, Then the whole world beside | | 40 | 211 |
| 7: | A Nightmare | When you're lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is taboo'd by anxiety, | | 32 | 202 |
| 8: | A Recipe. | Take a pair of sparkling eyes, | | 28 | 183 |
| 9: | A Worm Will Turn | I love a man who'll smile and joke | | 85 | 208 |
| 10: | Ah Me! | When maiden loves, she sits and sighs, | | 20 | 217 |
| 11: | An Appeal. | Oh, is there not one maiden breast | | 16 | 184 |
| 12: | An English Girl | A wonderful joy our eyes to bless, | | 48 | 275 |
| 13: | An Unfortunate Likeness. | I've painted Shakespeare all my life | | 100 | 173 |
| 14: | Anglicised Utopia | Society has quite forsaken all her wicked courses, | | 48 | 166 |
| 15: | Annie Protheroe. A Legend Of Stratford-Le-Bow. | Oh! listen to the tale of little Annie Protheroe. | | 86 | 194 |
| 16: | At A Pantomime. By A Bilious One | An Actor sits in doubtful gloom, | | 68 | 176 |
| 17: | At A Pantomime. By A Bilious One. | An Actor sits in doubtful gloom, | | 68 | 193 |
| 18: | Babette's Love | BABETTE she was a fisher gal, | | 84 | 247 |
| 19: | Baines Carew, Gentleman | Of all the good attorneys who | | 92 | 213 |
| 20: | Ben Allah Achmet; Or, The Fatal Tum | I once did know a Turkish man | | 80 | 172 |
| 21: | Blue Blood | Spurn not the nobly born | | 26 | 189 |
| 22: | Bob Polter | Bob Polter was a navvy, and | | 100 | 175 |
| 23: | Braid The Raven Hair. | Braid the raven hair, Weave the supple tress, | | 20 | 209 |
| 24: | Brave Alum Bey | Oh, big was the bosom of brave ALUM BEY, | | 96 | 207 |
| 25: | Captain Reece | Of all the ships upon the blue, | | 92 | 163 |
| 26: | Damon v. Pythias | Two better friends you wouldn't pass | | 80 | 213 |
| 27: | Disillusioned By An Ex-Enthusiast | Oh, that my soul its gods could see | | 54 | 191 |
| 28: | Don't Forget. | Now, Marco dear, My wishes hear: | | 56 | 192 |
| 29: | Eheu Fugaces! | The air is charged with amatory numbers | | 20 | 163 |
| 30: | Ellen McJones Aberdeen | MACPHAIRSON CLONGLOCKETTY ANGUS McCLAN | | 84 | 169 |
| 31: | Emily, John, James, And I. A Derby Legend. | Emily Jane was a nursery maid, | | 81 | 171 |
| 32: | Etiquette. {1} | The Ballyshannon foundered off the coast of Cariboo, | | 88 | 156 |
| 33: | Ferdinando And Elvira; Or, The Gentle Pieman | At a pleasant evening party I had taken down to supper | | 64 | 175 |
| 34: | First Love | A clergyman in Berkshire dwelt, | | 108 | 186 |
| 35: | General John | The bravest names for fire and flames | | 52 | 193 |
| 36: | Gentle Alice Brown | It was a robber's daughter, and her name was Alice Brown; | | 72 | 174 |
| 37: | Girl Graduates. | They intend to send a wire To the moon; | | 40 | 158 |
| 38: | Good Little Girls | Although of native maids the cream, | | 40 | 180 |
| 39: | Gregory Parable, LL.D. | A leafy cot, where no dry rot | | 118 | 185 |
| 40: | Haunted | Haunted? Ay, in a social way | | 64 | 164 |
| 41: | Haunted. | Haunted? Ay, in a social way | | 64 | 162 |
| 42: | He And She. | I know a youth who loves a little maid | | 41 | 158 |
| 43: | He Loves! | He loves! If in the bygone years | | 16 | 176 |
| 44: | Her Terms | My wedded life Must every pleasure bring | | 50 | 173 |
| 45: | Hongree And Mahry. A Recollection Of A Surrey Melodrama. | The sun was setting in its wonted west, | | 110 | 160 |
| 46: | How It's Done | Bold-faced ranger (Perfect stranger) | | 66 | 175 |
| 47: | Is Life A Boon? | Is life a boon? If so? it must befal | | 22 | 210 |
| 48: | Joe Golightly Or, The First Lord's Daughter | A tar, but poorly prized, | | 99 | 163 |
| 49: | John And Freddy | JOHN courted lovely MARY ANN, | | 56 | 201 |
| 50: | King Borria Bungalee Boo | King Borria Bungalee Boo | | 105 | 164 |
| 51: | King Goodheart. | There lived a King, as I've been told, | | 48 | 195 |
| 52: | Lieutenant-Colonel Flare | The earth has armies plenty, | | 96 | 176 |
| 53: | Life | First you're born - and I'll be bound you | | 66 | 188 |
| 54: | Life Is Lovely All The Year | When the buds are blossoming, | | 34 | 179 |
| 55: | Limited Liability | Some seven men form an Association | | 42 | 163 |
| 56: | Little Oliver | Earl Joyce he was a kind old party | | 107 | 201 |
| 57: | Lorenzo De Lardy | DALILAH DE DARDY adored | | 80 | 213 |
| 58: | Lost Mr. Blake. | Mr. Blake was a regular out-and-out hardened sinner, | | 60 | 264 |
| 59: | Mister William. | Oh, listen to the tale of Mister William, if you please, | | 88 | 271 |
| 60: | My Dream. | The other night, from cares exempt, | | 92 | 172 |
| 61: | My Lady | Bedecked in fashion trim, | | 28 | 171 |
| 62: | Old Paul And Old Tim | When rival adorers come courting a maid, | | 64 | 179 |
| 63: | One Against The World | It's my opinion - though I own | | 36 | 162 |
| 64: | Only A Dancing Girl | Only a dancing girl, With an unromantic style, | | 42 | 159 |
| 65: | Only Roses! | To a garden full of posies | | 20 | 158 |
| 66: | Out Of Sorts | When you find you're a broken-down critter, | | 36 | 160 |
| 67: | Pasha Bailey Ben | A proud Pasha was BAILEY BEN, | | 104 | 193 |
| 68: | Peter The Wag | Policeman PETER forth I drag | | 96 | 171 |
| 69: | Phrenology. | Come, collar this bad man | | 88 | 148 |
| 70: | Poetry Everywhere | What time the poet hath hymned | | 18 | 171 |
| 71: | Proper Pride. | The Sun, whose rays Are all ablaze | | 32 | 187 |
| 72: | Put A Penny In The Slot | If my action's stiff and crude, | | 30 | 168 |
| 73: | Said I To Myself, Said I. | When I went to the Bar as a very young man, | | 32 | 206 |
| 74: | Sans Souci | I cannot tell what this love may be | | 16 | 182 |
| 75: | Sir Barnaby Bampton Boo | This is SIR BARNABY BAMPTON BOO, | | 72 | 191 |
| 76: | Sir Guy The Crusader | Sir Guy was a doughty crusader, | | 65 | 177 |
| 77: | Sir Macklin | Of all the youths I ever saw | | 68 | 178 |
| 78: | Sleep On! | Fear no unlicensed entry, | | 24 | 174 |
| 79: | Solatium | Comes the broken flower | | 20 | 173 |
| 80: | Sorry Her Lot. | Sorry her lot who loves too well, | | 12 | 194 |
| 81: | Speculation. | Comes a train of little ladies | | 16 | 195 |
| 82: | Tempora Mutantur | Letters, letters, letters, letters! | | 53 | 157 |
| 83: | The Aesthete | If you're anxious for to shine in the high aesthetic line, as a man of culture rare, | | 24 | 206 |
| 84: | The Ape And The Lady. | A lady fair, of lineage high, | | 33 | 192 |
| 85: | The Baby's Vengeance. | Weary at heart and extremely ill | | 102 | 179 |
| 86: | The Baffled Grumbler. | Whene'er I poke Sarcastic joke | | 48 | 198 |
| 87: | The Bishop And The 'Busman | It was a Bishop bold, | | 76 | 198 |
| 88: | The Bishop Of Rum-Ti-Foo | From east and south the holy clan | | 96 | 193 |
| 89: | The Bishop Of Rum-Ti-Foo Again. | I often wonder whether you | | 88 | 174 |
| 90: | The British Tar. | A British tar is a soaring soul, | | 16 | 170 |
| 91: | The Bumboat Woman's Story. | I'm old, my dears, and shrivelled with age, and work, and grief, | | 76 | 184 |
| 92: | The Captain And The Mermaids. | I sing a legend of the sea, | | 108 | 182 |
| 93: | The Coming Bye And Bye. | Sad is that woman's lot who, year by year, | | 24 | 174 |
| 94: | The Contemplative Sentry. | When all night long a chap remains | | 30 | 167 |
| 95: | The Cunning Woman | On all Arcadia's sunny plain, | | 104 | 194 |
| 96: | The Darned Mounseer. | I shipped, d'ye see, in a Revenue sloop, | | 42 | 183 |
| 97: | The Disagreeable Man. | If you give me your attention, I will tell you what I am: | | 27 | 171 |
| 98: | The Disconcerted Tenor | A tenor, all singers above | | 32 | 167 |
| 99: | The Duke And The Duchess | Small titles and orders | | 65 | 198 |
| 100: | The Duke Of Plaza-Toro. | In enterprise of martial kind, | | 54 | 193 |
| 101: | The Englishman. | He is an Englishman! | | 12 | 169 |
| 102: | The Fairy Curate. | Once a fairy Light and airy Married with a mortal; | | 156 | 174 |
| 103: | The Fairy Queen's Song | Oh, foolish fay, Think you because | | 34 | 191 |
| 104: | The Family Fool. | Oh! a private buffoon is a light-hearted loon, | | 65 | 191 |
| 105: | The Fickle Breeze | Sighing softly to the river | | 24 | 198 |
| 106: | The First Lord's Song. | When I was a lad I served a term | | 36 | 212 |
| 107: | The Folly Of Brown By A General Agent | I knew a boor a clownish card | | 80 | 192 |
| 108: | The Force Of Argument | Lord B. was a nobleman bold | | 84 | 167 |
| 109: | The Ghost, The Gallant, The Gael, And The Goblin | O'er unreclaimed suburban clays | | 96 | 159 |
| 110: | The Ghosts' High Noon | When the night wind howls in the chimney cowls, and the bat in the moonlight flies, | | 12 | 181 |
| 111: | The Great Oak Tree | There grew a little flower | | 36 | 170 |
| 112: | The Haughty Actor. | An actor Gibbs, of Drury Lane | | 117 | 157 |
| 113: | The Heavy Dragoon. | If you want a receipt for that popular mystery | | 40 | 143 |
| 114: | The Highly Respectable Gondolier. | I stole the Prince, and I brought him here, | | 44 | 176 |
| 115: | The House Of Peers. | When Britain really ruled the waves | | 21 | 183 |
| 116: | The Humane Mikado. | A more humane Mikado never | | 74 | 186 |
| 117: | The Independent Bee | A hive of bees, as I've heard say, | | 54 | 164 |
| 118: | The Judge's Song. | When I, good friends, was called to the Bar, | | 40 | 177 |
| 119: | The King Of Canoodle-Dum. | The story of Frederick Gowler, | | 112 | 146 |
| 120: | The Lord Chancellor's Song. | The law is the true embodiment | | 30 | 160 |
| 121: | The Love-Sick Boy. | When first my old, old love I knew, | | 16 | 163 |
| 122: | The Magnet And The Churn. | A magnet hung in a hardware shop, | | 28 | 161 |
| 123: | The Martinet. | Some time ago, in simple verse | | 100 | 141 |
| 124: | The Merryman And His Maid | I have a song to sing, O! | | 64 | 171 |
| 125: | The Mighty Must | Come mighty Must! Inevitable Shall! | | 24 | 165 |
| 126: | The Modern Major-General. | I am the very pattern of a modern Major-Gineral. | | 36 | 130 |
| 127: | The Modest Couple | When man and maiden meet, I like to see a drooping eye, | | 68 | 164 |
| 128: | The Mystic Selvagee. | Perhaps already you may know | | 110 | 138 |
| 129: | The National Anthem | A monarch is pestered with cares, | | 32 | 148 |
| 130: | The Pantomime "Super" To His Mask | Vast empty shell! Impertinent, preposterous abortion! | | 45 | 147 |
| 131: | The Perils Of Invisibility. | Old Peter led a wretched life | | 92 | 139 |
| 132: | The Periwinkle Girl | I've often thought that headstrong youths | | 84 | 128 |
| 133: | The Phantom Curate. A Fable | A BISHOP once I will not name his see | | 60 | 236 |
| 134: | The Philosophic Pill. | I've wisdom from the East and from the West, | | 16 | 155 |
| 135: | The Played-Out Humorist | Quixotic is his enterprise, and hopeless his adventure is, | | 33 | 147 |
| 136: | The Policeman's Lot. | When a felon's not engaged in his employment | | 16 | 137 |
| 137: | The Practical Joker | Oh what a fund of joy jocund lies hid in harmless hoaxes! | | 50 | 142 |
| 138: | The Precocious Baby. A Very True Tale | An elderly person a prophet by trade | | 86 | 169 |
| 139: | The Reverend Micah Sowls | The REVEREND MICAH SOWLS, | | 76 | 172 |
| 140: | The Reverend Simon Magus. | A rich advowson, highly prized, | | 96 | 141 |
| 141: | The Reward Of Merit. | Dr. Belville was regarded as the Crichton of his age: | | 36 | 180 |
| 142: | The Rival Curates | List while the poet trolls | | 92 | 135 |
| 143: | The Rover's Apology. | Oh, gentlemen, listen, I pray; | | 24 | 163 |
| 144: | The Sailor Boy To His Lass. | I go away this blessed day, | | 104 | 138 |
| 145: | The Sensation Captain | No nobler captain ever trod | | 104 | 143 |
| 146: | The Sorcerer's Song. | Oh! my name is John Wellington Wells | | 79 | 175 |
| 147: | The Story Of Prince Agib | Strike the concertina's melancholy string! | | 85 | 130 |
| 148: | The Suicide's Grave. | On a tree by the river a little tomtit | | 24 | 173 |
| 149: | The Susceptible Chancellor | The law is the true embodiment | | 30 | 179 |
| 150: | The Tangled Skein. | Try we life long, we can never | | 20 | 178 |
| 151: | The Terrible Tale. | Tis now some thirty-seven years ago | | 60 | 154 |
| 152: | The Three Kings Of Chickeraboo | There were three niggers of Chickeraboo | | 72 | 136 |
| 153: | The Troubadour | A troubadour he played | | 88 | 164 |
| 154: | The Two Majors. | An excellent soldier who's worthy the name | | 84 | 143 |
| 155: | The Two Ogres | Good children, list, if you're inclined, | | 100 | 136 |
| 156: | The Usher's Charge. | Now, Jurymen, hear my advice | | 18 | 168 |
| 157: | The Way Of Wooing. | A maiden sat at her window wide, | | 48 | 150 |
| 158: | The Working Monarch. | Rising early in the morning, | | 62 | 155 |
| 159: | The Yarn Of The "Nancy Bell" | Twas on the shores that round our coast | | 92 | 156 |
| 160: | The Ęsthete. | If you're anxious for to shine in the high ęsthetic line, as a man of culture rare, | | 24 | 156 |
| 161: | They'll None Of 'Em Be Missed. | As some day it may happen that a victim must be found, | | 30 | 135 |
| 162: | Thomas Winterbottom Hance | In all the towns and cities fair | | 88 | 162 |
| 163: | Thomson Green And Harriet Hale | Oh list to this incredible tale | | 64 | 139 |
| 164: | To A Little Maid By A Policeman | Come with me, little maid, | | 27 | 158 |
| 165: | To My Bride (Whoever She May Be) | Oh! little maid! (I do not know your name | | 42 | 167 |
| 166: | To Phoebe | Gentle, modest little flower, | | 16 | 152 |
| 167: | To The Terrestrial Globe. By A Miserable Wretch | Roll on, thou ball, roll on! | | 19 | 130 |
| 168: | True Diffidence. | My boy, you may take it from me, | | 30 | 150 |
| 169: | When A Merry Maiden Marries. | When a merry maiden marries, | | 32 | 173 |
| 170: | When I First Put This Uniform On. | When I first put this uniform on, | | 24 | 150 |
| 171: | Willow Waly! | Prithee, pretty maiden prithee, tell me true | | 32 | 170 |
| 172: | Would You Know? | Would you know the kind of maid | | 24 | 163 |
