| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Fleeting Glimpse Of A Village. | How graceful the picture! the life, the repose! | | 4 | 180 |
| 2: | A Lament. | O paths whereon wild grasses wave! | | 16 | 193 |
| 3: | A Love For Winged Things. | My love flowed e'er for things with wings. | | 8 | 224 |
| 4: | A Queen Five Summers Old. | She is so little - in her hands a rose: | | 108 | 182 |
| 5: | A Simile. | Thou art like the bird | | 4 | 201 |
| 6: | A Storm Simile. | See, where on high the moving masses, piled | | 6 | 185 |
| 7: | After The Coup D'Êtat. | Before foul treachery and heads hung down, | | 20 | 179 |
| 8: | An Autumnal Simile. | The leaves that in the lonely walks were spread, | | 6 | 187 |
| 9: | An Old-Time Lay. | Where your brood seven lie, | | 21 | 170 |
| 10: | Angel Or Demon. | Angel or demon! thou, - whether of light | | 36 | 195 |
| 11: | Apostrophe To Nature. | O Sun! thou countenance divine! | | 12 | 205 |
| 12: | Baby's Seaside Grave. | Brown ivy old, green herbage new; | | 17 | 198 |
| 13: | Battle Of The Norsemen And The Gaels. | Ho! hither flock, ye fowls of prey! | | 40 | 187 |
| 14: | Beloved Name. | The lily's perfume pure, fame's crown of light, | | 30 | 162 |
| 15: | Boaz Asleep. | At work within his barn since very early, | | 64 | 170 |
| 16: | Charity. | Lo! I am Charity," she cries, | | 60 | 157 |
| 17: | Childhood. | The small child sang; the mother, outstretched on the low bed, | | 12 | 191 |
| 18: | Come When I Sleep. | Oh! when I sleep, come near my resting-place, | | 15 | 193 |
| 19: | Cornflowers. | While bright but scentless azure stars | | 79 | 167 |
| 20: | Cromwell And The Crown. | And is it mine? And have my feet at length | | 23 | 168 |
| 21: | Death, In Life. | We pass - these sleep | | 18 | 180 |
| 22: | Dictated Before The Rhone Glacier. | When my mind, on the ocean of poesy hurled, | | 54 | 199 |
| 23: | Don Rodrigo. - A Moorish Ballad. | Unto the chase Rodrigo's gone, | | 44 | 184 |
| 24: | Early Love Revisited. | I have wished in the grief of my heart to know | | 48 | 177 |
| 25: | Envy And Avarice. | Envy and Avarice, one summer day, | | 66 | 175 |
| 26: | Epitaph. | He lived and ever played, the tender smiling thing. | | 12 | 183 |
| 27: | Esmeralda In Prison. | Phoebus, is there not this side the grave, | | 16 | 178 |
| 28: | Eviradnus. - The Knight Errant. | What was it Sigismond and Ladisläus said? | | 1437 | 183 |
| 29: | Expectation. | Squirrel, mount yon oak so high, | | 21 | 173 |
| 30: | Fact Or Fable? | One fasting day, itched by his appetite, | | 20 | 227 |
| 31: | First Love. | You're strange, and yet I love you thus. | | 22 | 188 |
| 32: | Freedom And The World. | Weak is the People - but will grow beyond all other | | 4 | 162 |
| 33: | Gastibelza. | Gastibelza, with gun the measure beating, | | 79 | 174 |
| 34: | Genius. | Woe unto him! the child of this sad earth, | | 30 | 177 |
| 35: | Guitar Song. | How shall we flee sorrow - flee sorrow? said he. | | 9 | 177 |
| 36: | Have You Nothing To Say For Yourself? | Speak, if you love me, gentle maiden! | | 16 | 161 |
| 37: | Holyrood Palace. | Palace and ruin, bless thee evermore! | | 6 | 186 |
| 38: | How Butterflies Are Born. | The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers | | 20 | 189 |
| 39: | How Good Are The Poor. | Tis night - within the close stout cabin door, | | 139 | 176 |
| 40: | I Am Content. | True; I dwell lone, | | 24 | 240 |
| 41: | Imperial Revels. | Cheer, courtiers! round the banquet spread | | 40 | 167 |
| 42: | Indignation! | Thou who loved Juvenal, and filed | | 12 | 195 |
| 43: | Infantile Influence. | The child comes toddling in, and young and old | | 54 | 174 |
| 44: | Inscription For A Crucifix.[1] | Ye weepers, the Mourner o'er mourners behold! | | 4 | 172 |
| 45: | Insult Not The Fallen. | I tell you, hush! no word of sneering scorn | | 20 | 184 |
| 46: | Invocation. | Say, Lord! for Thou alone canst tell | | 12 | 171 |
| 47: | Jersey. | Dear Jersey! jewel jubilant and green, | | 28 | 158 |
| 48: | King Canute. | King Canute died.[1] Encoffined he was laid. | | 112 | 174 |
| 49: | King Louis XVII. | The golden gates were opened wide that day, | | 91 | 166 |
| 50: | L'Année Terrible. | You've lived a year, then, yesterday, sweet child, | | 52 | 188 |
| 51: | La Légende Des Siècles. | Then, with his children, clothed in skins of brutes, | | 66 | 208 |
| 52: | Lord Rochester's Song. | Hold, little blue-eyed page! | | 24 | 168 |
| 53: | Love Of The Woodland. | Orpheus, through the hellward wood | | 32 | 153 |
| 54: | Love's Treacherous Pool | Young maiden, true love is a pool all mirroring clear, | | 8 | 162 |
| 55: | Lover's Song. | My soul unto thy heart is given, | | 12 | 224 |
| 56: | Madelaine. | List to me, O Madelaine! | | 48 | 173 |
| 57: | Marriage And Feasts. | The hall is gay with limpid lustre bright | | 105 | 160 |
| 58: | Mazeppa. | As when a mortal - Genius' prize, alack! | | 11 | 165 |
| 59: | Mentana. [1] | Young soldiers of the noble Latin blood, | | 210 | 161 |
| 60: | Milton's Appeal To Cromwell. | Stay! I no longer can contain myself, | | 113 | 153 |
| 61: | Moonlight On The Bosphorus. | Bright shone the merry moonbeams dancing o'er the wave; | | 20 | 172 |
| 62: | More Strong Than Time. | Since I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet, | | 20 | 159 |
| 63: | Morning. | Morning glances hither, | | 24 | 194 |
| 64: | Moses On The Nile. | Sisters! the wave is freshest in the ray | | 105 | 161 |
| 65: | Mothers. | See all the children gathered there, | | 24 | 179 |
| 66: | Mourning. | Charles, Charles, my son! hast thou, then, quitted me? | | 32 | 154 |
| 67: | My Happiest Dream. | I love to look, as evening fails, | | 24 | 166 |
| 68: | My Napoleon. | Above all others, everywhere I see | | 48 | 169 |
| 69: | My Thoughts Of Ye. | What do I dream of? Far from the low roof, | | 36 | 159 |
| 70: | Napoleon "The Little." | How well I knew this stealthy wolf would howl, | | 11 | 179 |
| 71: | Nero's Incendiary Song. | Aweary unto death, my friends, a mood by wise abhorred, | | 56 | 165 |
| 72: | No Assassination. | Pray Rome put up her poniard! | | 36 | 174 |
| 73: | Noormahal The Fair.[1] | Between two ebon rocks | | 24 | 168 |
| 74: | Oh, Why Not Be Happy?[1] | Oh, why not be happy this bright summer day, | | 16 | 151 |
| 75: | Old Ocean. | I stood by the waves, while the stars soared in sight, | | 12 | 173 |
| 76: | On A Flemish Window-Pane. | Within thy cities of the olden time | | 25 | 153 |
| 77: | On Hearing The Princess Royal[1] Sing. | In thine abode so high | | 44 | 154 |
| 78: | Outside The Ball-Room. | Behold the ball-room flashing on the sight, | | 48 | 160 |
| 79: | Paternal Love. | My child! oh, only blessing Heaven allows me! | | 27 | 152 |
| 80: | Patria.[1] | Who smiles there? Is it | | 52 | 164 |
| 81: | Pirates' Song. | We're bearing fivescore Christian dogs | | 40 | 184 |
| 82: | Poland. | Alone, beneath the tower whence thunder forth | | 14 | 162 |
| 83: | Poor Little Children. | Mother birdie stiff and cold, | | 15 | 162 |
| 84: | Prayer For France. | O God! if France be still thy guardian care, | | 18 | 170 |
| 85: | Prelude To "The Songs Of Twilight." | How shall I note thee, line of troubled years, | | 40 | 164 |
| 86: | Regret. | Yes, Happiness hath left me soon behind! | | 35 | 177 |
| 87: | Roses And Butterflies. | The grave receives us all: | | 16 | 175 |
| 88: | Satire On The Earth. | A clod with rugged, meagre, rust-stained, weather-worried face, | | 21 | 176 |
| 89: | Sea-Adventurers' Song. | We told thirty when we started | | 112 | 159 |
| 90: | Serenade. | When the voice of thy lute at the eve | | 24 | 161 |
| 91: | Shooting Stars. | See the scintillating shower! | | 16 | 170 |
| 92: | Song Of Love. | If there be a velvet sward | | 24 | 177 |
| 93: | Song Of The German Lanzknecht | Flourish the trumpet! and rattle the drum! | | 31 | 141 |
| 94: | St. John. | One day, the sombre soul, the Prophet most sublime | | 15 | 170 |
| 95: | Still Be A Child. | In youthful spirits wild, | | 36 | 183 |
| 96: | Sunset. | The sun set this evening in masses of cloud, | | 16 | 171 |
| 97: | Sweet Charmer.[1] | Though heaven's gate of light uncloses, | | 16 | 159 |
| 98: | Sweet Memory Of Love. | As life wanes on, the passions slow depart, | | 24 | 178 |
| 99: | Sweet Sister. | Sweet sister, if you knew, like me, | | 20 | 161 |
| 100: | The Beacon In The Storm. | Hark to that solemn sound! | | 40 | 166 |
| 101: | The Beggar's Quatrain. | Blind, as was Homer; as Belisarius, blind, | | 4 | 169 |
| 102: | The Blinded Bourbons. | Who then, to them[1] had told the Future's story? | | 18 | 167 |
| 103: | The Boy On The Barricade. | Like Casabianca on the devastated deck, | | 45 | 152 |
| 104: | The Boy-King's Prayer. | The good steed flew o'er river and o'er plain, | | 40 | 171 |
| 105: | The Carrier Pigeon. | Who then - oh, who, is like our God so great, | | 8 | 172 |
| 106: | The Children Of The Poor. | Take heed of this small child of earth; | | 20 | 170 |
| 107: | The Cow. | Before the farm where, o'er the porch, festoon | | 44 | 170 |
| 108: | The Cup On The Battle-Field. | My sire, the hero with the smile so soft, | | 27 | 172 |
| 109: | The Cymbaleer's Bride. | My lord the Duke of Brittany | | 100 | 153 |
| 110: | The Danube In Wrath. | Ye daughters mine! will naught abate | | 8 | 159 |
| 111: | The Degenerate Gallants. | What business brings you here, young cavaliers? | | 22 | 165 |
| 112: | The Despatch Of The Doom. | While in the jolly tavern, the bandits gayly drink, | | 6 | 171 |
| 113: | The Djinns. | Town, tower, | | 120 | 166 |
| 114: | The Dying Child To Its Mother. | Ah, you said too often to your angel | | 32 | 180 |
| 115: | The Eaglet Mourned. | Too hard Napoleon's fate! if, lone, | | 44 | 167 |
| 116: | The Eighteenth Century. | O Eighteenth Century! by Heaven chastised! | | 10 | 145 |
| 117: | The Emperor's Return. | This goodly masque but lacked a fool! | | 40 | 150 |
| 118: | The Epic Of The Lion. | A Lion in his jaws caught up a child | | 128 | 147 |
| 119: | The Eruption Of Vesuvius. | When huge Vesuvius in its torment long | | 39 | 167 |
| 120: | The Exile's Desire. | Would I could see you, native land, | | 24 | 126 |
| 121: | The Father's Curse. | A king should listen when his subjects speak: | | 53 | 139 |
| 122: | The Favorite Sultana. | To please you, Jewess, jewel! | | 52 | 163 |
| 123: | The Fay And The Peri. | Beautiful spirit, come with me | | 108 | 148 |
| 124: | The Feast Of Freedom. | When the Christians were doomed to the lions of old | | 42 | 145 |
| 125: | The First Black Flag. | Hast thou ne'er heard men say | | 34 | 177 |
| 126: | The Giant In Glee. | Ho, warriors! I was reared in the land of the Gauls; | | 46 | 144 |
| 127: | The Girl Of Otaheite. | Forget? Can I forget the scented breath | | 27 | 158 |
| 128: | The Grandmother | Still asleep! We have been since the noon thus alone. | | 55 | 151 |
| 129: | The Greek Boy. | All is a ruin where rage knew no bounds: | | 24 | 184 |
| 130: | The Humble Home. | The Church[1] is vast; its towering pride, its steeples loom on high; | | 18 | 154 |
| 131: | The Land Of Fable. | Now, vot'ries of the Muses, turn your eyes, | | 16 | 136 |
| 132: | The Lesson Of The Patriot Dead. | Upon the grave's cold mouth there ever have caresses clung | | 17 | 143 |
| 133: | The Lost Battle. | Oh, Allah! who will give me back my terrible array? | | 84 | 174 |
| 134: | The Lover's Sacrifice. | Together let us fly! | | 29 | 167 |
| 135: | The Lover's Wish. | Oh! were I the leaf that the wind of the West, | | 32 | 176 |
| 136: | The Lovers' Colloquy. | One little moment to indulge the sight | | 35 | 166 |
| 137: | The Marble Faun. | He seemed to shiver, for the wind was keen. | | 83 | 143 |
| 138: | The Morning Of Life. | The mist of the morning is torn by the peaks, | | 12 | 152 |
| 139: | The Morrow Of Grandeur. | Sire, beware, the future's range | | 60 | 168 |
| 140: | The Obdurate Beauty. | To Juana ever gay, | | 18 | 143 |
| 141: | The Ocean's Song. | We walked amongst the ruins famed in story | | 20 | 174 |
| 142: | The Old And The Young Bridegroom. | Listen. The man for whom your youth is destined, | | 52 | 156 |
| 143: | The Old Man's Love. | O mockery! that this halting love | | 55 | 153 |
| 144: | The Pasha And The Dervish. | Ali came riding by - the highest head | | 42 | 171 |
| 145: | The Patience Of The People. | How often have the people said: "What's power?" | | 10 | 158 |
| 146: | The Pity Of The Angels. | When an angel of kindness | | 9 | 151 |
| 147: | The Poet To His Wife. | To thee, all time to thee, | | 14 | 141 |
| 148: | The Poet's Love For Liveliness. | For me, whate'er my life and lot may show, | | 18 | 155 |
| 149: | The Poet's Simple Faith. | You say, "Where goest thou?" I cannot tell, | | 7 | 171 |
| 150: | The Pool And The Soul. | As in some stagnant pool by forest-side, | | 6 | 177 |
| 151: | The Portrait Of A Child. | That brow, that smile, that cheek so fair, | | 21 | 157 |
| 152: | The Preceptor. | A gruesome man, bald, clad in black, | | 18 | 148 |
| 153: | The Quiet Rural Church. | It was a humble church, with arches low, | | 12 | 143 |
| 154: | The Refugee's Haven. | You may doubt I find comfort in England | | 4 | 137 |
| 155: | The Retreat From Moscow. | It snowed. A defeat was our conquest red! | | 77 | 153 |
| 156: | The Roll Of The De Silva Race. | In that reverend face | | 40 | 145 |
| 157: | The Rose And The Grave. | The Grave said to the rose | | 16 | 153 |
| 158: | The Sacking Of The City. | Thy will, O King, is done! Lighting but to consume, | | 20 | 151 |
| 159: | The Scourge Of Heaven. | Hast seen it pass, that cloud of darkest rim? | | 330 | 142 |
| 160: | The Seaman's Song. | Farewell the strand, | | 19 | 165 |
| 161: | The Son In Old Age. | Thy noble face, Regina, calls to mind | | 27 | 140 |
| 162: | The Soudan, The Sphinxes, The Cup, The Lamp. | Zim Zizimi - (of the Soudan of burnt Egypt, | | 334 | 175 |
| 163: | The Sower. | Sitting in a porchway cool, | | 21 | 226 |
| 164: | The Spanish Lady's Love. | To mount the hills or scaffold, we go to-morrow: | | 14 | 141 |
| 165: | The Swiss Mercenaries. | When the regiment of Halberdiers | | 96 | 126 |
| 166: | The Three Glorious Days. | Youth of France, sons of the bold, | | 42 | 133 |
| 167: | The Trumpets Of The Mind. | Sound, sound for ever, Clarions of Thought! | | 32 | 155 |
| 168: | The Turkish Captive. | Oh! were I not a captive, | | 72 | 130 |
| 169: | The Universal Prayer. | Come, child, to prayer; the busy day is done, | | 98 | 143 |
| 170: | The Universal Republic. | O vision of the coming time! | | 43 | 148 |
| 171: | The Vale To You, To Me The Heights. - A Fable. | A lion camped beside a spring, where came the Bird | | 24 | 148 |
| 172: | The Veil. | What has happened, my brothers? Your spirit to-day | | 52 | 141 |
| 173: | The Watching Angel. | In the dusky nook, | | 64 | 145 |
| 174: | Then, Most, I Smile. | Late it is to look so proud, | | 12 | 167 |
| 175: | To A Sick Child During The Siege Of Paris. | If you continue thus so wan and white; | | 28 | 140 |
| 176: | To Albert Dürer. | Through ancient forests - where like flowing tide | | 51 | 138 |
| 177: | To Canaris, The Greek Patriot. | O Canaris! O Canaris! the poet's song | | 58 | 159 |
| 178: | To Cruel Ocean. | Where are the hapless shipmen? - disappeared, | | 9 | 160 |
| 179: | To His Muse. | Since everything below, | | 48 | 132 |
| 180: | To His Orphan Grandchildren. | I feel thy presence, Charles. Sweet martyr! down | | 80 | 145 |
| 181: | To Some Birds Flown Away. | Children, come back - come back, I say | | 246 | 169 |
| 182: | To The Cannon "Victor Hugo." | Thou deadly crater, moulded by my muse, | | 3 | 127 |
| 183: | To The Napoleon Column. | When with gigantic hand he placed, | | 54 | 147 |
| 184: | Toys And Tragedy. | In later years, they'll tell you grandpapa | | 10 | 139 |
| 185: | Tribute To The Vanquished. | Oh! let me weep that race whose day is past, | | 7 | 133 |
| 186: | Ye Mariners Who Spread Your Sails. | Ye mariners! ye mariners! each sail to the breeze unfurled, | | 28 | 170 |
| 187: | Zara, The Bather | In a swinging hammock lying, | | 114 | 185 |
