| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Serenade | Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh | | 16 | 888 |
| 2: | An Hour With Thee | An hour with thee! When earliest day | | 21 | 870 |
| 3: | Ancient Gaelic Melody | Birds of omen dark and foul, | | 32 | 865 |
| 4: | Anna-Marie, Love, Up Is The Sun | Anna-Marie, love, up is the sun, | | 16 | 812 |
| 5: | Answer | Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! | | 4 | 836 |
| 6: | As Lords Their Labourers' Hire Delay | As lords their labourers' hire delay, | | 8 | 817 |
| 7: | Bonaparte | From a rude isle, his ruder lineage came. | | 45 | 813 |
| 8: | Bonny Dundee | To the Lords of Convention 'twas Clavers who spoke. | | 61 | 803 |
| 9: | Border Ballad | March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, | | 20 | 794 |
| 10: | Breathes There The Man... From The Lay Of The Last Minstrel | Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, | | 16 | 748 |
| 11: | Brignall Banks | O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, | | 60 | 848 |
| 12: | Bruce And The Abbot | The Abbot on the threshold stood, | | 76 | 761 |
| 13: | Cadyow Castle | When princely Hamilton's abode | | 200 | 814 |
| 14: | Christmas | The glowing censers, and their rich perfume; | | 30 | 827 |
| 15: | Claud Halcro's Song | Farewell to Northmaven, Grey Hillswicke, farewell! | | 32 | 760 |
| 16: | Cleveland Lyke-Wake Dirge | This ae nighte, this ae nighte, | | 36 | 691 |
| 17: | Cleveland's Song | Farewell! Farewell! the voice you hear, | | 16 | 687 |
| 18: | Coronach | He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, | | 24 | 800 |
| 19: | Country Guy | Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, | | 16 | 810 |
| 20: | County Guy | Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, | | 16 | 798 |
| 21: | Datur Hora Quieti | The sun upon the lake is low, | | 24 | 715 |
| 22: | Davie Gellatley's Song | Young men will love thee more fair and more fast; | | 12 | 722 |
| 23: | Death Chant | Viewless essence, thin and bare, | | 20 | 851 |
| 24: | Donald Caird's Come Again | Donald Caird's come again! Donald Caird's come again! | | 64 | 617 |
| 25: | Eleu Loro | Where shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever | | 40 | 638 |
| 26: | Elspeth's Ballad | The herring loves the merry moon-light, | | 52 | 631 |
| 27: | Farewell To The Muse | Enchantress, farewell, who so oft hast decoy'd me, | | 24 | 633 |
| 28: | Flora Macivor's Song | There is mist on the mountain, and night on the vale, | | 60 | 636 |
| 29: | For A' That And A' That | Tho' right be aft put down by strength, | | 44 | 608 |
| 30: | Frederick And Alice | Frederick leaves the land of France, | | 88 | 635 |
| 31: | Funeral Hymn | Dust unto dust, To this all must; | | 17 | 679 |
| 32: | Gathering Song Of Donald The Black | Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Pibroch of Donuil | | 40 | 839 |
| 33: | Glenfinlas; Or, Lord Ronald's Coronach | O hone a rie'! O hone a rie!" | | 264 | 619 |
| 34: | Harp Of The North, Farewell! | Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark, | | 27 | 640 |
| 35: | Hellvellyn | I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Hellvellyn, | | 40 | 452 |
| 36: | Here's A Health To King Charles | Bring the bowl which you boast, | | 24 | 443 |
| 37: | Hunter's Song | The toils are pitched, and the stakes are set, | | 16 | 430 |
| 38: | Hunting Song | Waken, lords and ladies gay, | | 32 | 456 |
| 39: | Innominatus | Breathes there the man with soul so dead, | | 16 | 798 |
| 40: | It Was An English Ladye Bright | It was an English ladye bright, | | 32 | 470 |
| 41: | It Was An English Ladye Bright | It was an English ladye bright, | | 32 | 802 |
| 42: | Jock Of Hazeldean | Why weep ye by the tide, ladie? | | 32 | 460 |
| 43: | Lines On Captain Wogan. To An Oak Tree | Emblem of England's ancient faith, | | 32 | 461 |
| 44: | Lochinvar | O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, | | 48 | 433 |
| 45: | Love | In peace, Love tunes the shepherd’s reed; | | 7 | 496 |
| 46: | Lucy Ashton's Song | Look not thou on beauty's charming; | | 8 | 453 |
| 47: | Lullaby Of An Infant Chief | O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, | | 18 | 456 |
| 48: | MacGregor's Gathering | The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae, | | 30 | 512 |
| 49: | MacKrimmon's Lament | MacLeod's wizard flag from the grey castle sallies, | | 23 | 477 |
| 50: | Major Bellenden's Song | And what though winter will pinch severe | | 8 | 460 |
| 51: | March Of The Monks Of Bangor | When the heathen trumpet's clang | | 40 | 460 |
| 52: | March, March, Ettrick And Teviotdale | March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, | | 20 | 430 |
| 53: | Marmion | Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; | | 85 | 819 |
| 54: | Marmion: A Christmas Poem | Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; | | 85 | 456 |
| 55: | Marmion: Canto I. - The Castle | Day set on Norham's castled steep, | | 553 | 428 |
| 56: | Marmion: Canto II. - The Convent | The breeze, which swept away the smoke, | | 634 | 425 |
| 57: | Marmion: Canto III. - The Inn | The livelong day Lord Marmion rode: | | 620 | 441 |
| 58: | Marmion: Canto IV. - The Camp | Eustace, I said, did blithely mark | | 692 | 459 |
| 59: | Marmion: Canto V. - The Court | The train has left the hills of Braid; | | 1035 | 421 |
| 60: | Marmion: Canto VI. - The Battle | While great events were on the gale, | | 1197 | 436 |
| 61: | Marmion: Introduction To Canto I | November's sky is chill and drear, | | 327 | 410 |
| 62: | Marmion: Introduction To Canto II. | The scenes are desert now, and bare, | | 267 | 490 |
| 63: | Marmion: Introduction To Canto III. | Like April morning clouds, that pass, | | 242 | 411 |
| 64: | Marmion: Introduction To Canto IV. | An ancient minstrel sagely said, | | 215 | 441 |
| 65: | Marmion: Introduction To Canto V. | When dark December glooms the day, | | 191 | 452 |
| 66: | Marmion: Introduction To Canto VI. | Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; | | 234 | 451 |
| 67: | My Native Land | Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, | | 16 | 813 |
| 68: | Nelson, Pitt, Fox | To mute and to material things | | 143 | 812 |
| 69: | Nora's Vow | Hear what Highland Nora said, | | 32 | 446 |
| 70: | On Ettrick Forest's Mountains Dun | On Ettrick Forest's mountains dun | | 32 | 757 |
| 71: | On Leaving Mrs. Brown's Lodgings | So goodbye, Mrs. Brown, I am going out of town, | | 13 | 758 |
| 72: | On Tweed River | Merrily swim we, the moon shines bright, | | 38 | 697 |
| 73: | Patriotism 1: Innominatus | Breathes there the man with soul so dead, | | 16 | 705 |
| 74: | Patriotism 2: Nelson, Pitt, Fox | To mute and to material things | | 143 | 704 |
| 75: | Pibroch Of Donail Dhu | Pibroch of Donuil, Wake thy wild voice anew, | | 39 | 692 |
| 76: | Proud Maisie | Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; | | 16 | 681 |
| 77: | Rebecca's Hymn | When Israel, of the Lord beloved, | | 32 | 716 |
| 78: | Rokeby: Canto I. | The Moon is in her summer glow, | | 791 | 700 |
| 79: | Rokeby: Canto II. | Far in the chambers of the west, | | 791 | 696 |
| 80: | Rokeby: Canto III. | The hunting tribes of air and earth | | 777 | 607 |
| 81: | Rokeby: Canto IV. | When Denmark's raven soar'd on high, | | 796 | 649 |
| 82: | Rokeby: Canto V. | The sultry summer day is done, | | 995 | 621 |
| 83: | Rokeby: Canto VI. | The summer sun, whose early power | | 985 | 613 |
| 84: | Romance Of Dunois | It was Dunois, the young and brave, was bound for Palestine, | | 16 | 615 |
| 85: | Rosabelle | O listen, listen, ladies gay! No haughty feat of arms I tell; | | 52 | 619 |
| 86: | Saint Cloud | Soft spread the southern sumer night | | 36 | 648 |
| 87: | Saxon War-Song | Whet the bright steel, Sons of the White Dragon! | | 49 | 634 |
| 88: | Soldier, Wake | Soldier, wake, the day is peeping, | | 30 | 622 |
| 89: | Song - County Guy | Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, | | 16 | 602 |
| 90: | Song Of The Glee-Maiden | Yes, thou mayst sigh, And look once more at all around, | | 15 | 492 |
| 91: | Song Of The Zetland Fisherman | Farewell, merry maidens, to song, and to laugh, | | 20 | 450 |
| 92: | Sound, Sound The Clarion | Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! | | 4 | 780 |
| 93: | St. Swithin's Chair | On Hallow-Mass Eve, ere yon boune ye to rest, | | 32 | 462 |
| 94: | The Bard's Incantation | The Forest of Glenmore is drear, | | 64 | 456 |
| 95: | The Barefooted Friar | I’ll give thee, good fellow, a twelvemonth or twain, | | 28 | 784 |
| 96: | The Battle Of Sempach | Twas when among our linden-trees | | 164 | 439 |
| 97: | The Black Knight's Song | There came three merry men from south, west, and north, | | 28 | 455 |
| 98: | The Bridal Of Triermain | Come Lucy! while 'tis morning hour | | 969 | 443 |
| 99: | The Crusader’s Return | High deeds achieved of knightly fame, | | 40 | 876 |
| 100: | The Dance of Death | Night and morning were at meeting Over Waterloo; | | 154 | 437 |
| 101: | The Dying Bard | Dinas Emlinn, lament; for the moment is nigh, | | 24 | 454 |
| 102: | The Dying Gipsy Smuggler | Wasted, weary, wherefore stay, | | 17 | 450 |
| 103: | The Eve Of St. John | The baron of Smaylho'me rose with day, | | 196 | 456 |
| 104: | The Field Of Waterloo | Fair Brussels, thou art far behind, | | 552 | 446 |
| 105: | The Gray Brother | The Pope he was saying the high, high mass, | | 128 | 422 |
| 106: | The Lady Of The Lake - Canto Fifth. | Fair as the earliest beam of eastern light, | | 932 | 91 |
| 107: | The Lady Of The Lake - Canto First. | Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung | | 783 | 74 |
| 108: | The Lady Of The Lake - Canto Fourth. | The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, | | 841 | 79 |
| 109: | The Lady Of The Lake - Canto Second. | At morn the black-cock trims his jetty wing, | | 913 | 86 |
| 110: | The Lady Of The Lake - Canto Sixth. | The sun, awakening, through the smoky air | | 902 | 72 |
| 111: | The Lady Of The Lake - Canto Third. | Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore, | | 811 | 85 |
| 112: | The Lady Of The Lake: Canto I. - The Chase | Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung | | 748 | 435 |
| 113: | The Lady Of The Lake: Canto II. - The Island | At morn the black-cock trims his jetty wing, | | 875 | 429 |
| 114: | The Lady Of The Lake: Canto III. - The Gathering | Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore, | | 780 | 421 |
| 115: | The Lady Of The Lake: Canto IV. - The Prophecy | The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, | | 809 | 437 |
| 116: | The Lady Of The Lake: Canto V. - The Combat | Fair as the earliest beam of eastern light, | | 898 | 453 |
| 117: | The Lady Of The Lake: Canto VI. - The Guardroom | The sun, awakening, through the smoky air | | 872 | 411 |
| 118: | The Lay Of Poor Louise | Ah, poor Louise! the livelong day | | 35 | 418 |
| 119: | The Lay Of The Last Minstrel: Canto I | The way was long, the wind was cold, | | 470 | 406 |
| 120: | The Lay Of The Last Minstrel: Canto II | If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, | | 433 | 419 |
| 121: | The Lay Of The Last Minstrel: Canto III | And said I that my limbs were old, | | 434 | 421 |
| 122: | The Lay Of The Last Minstrel: Canto IV | Sweet Teviot! on thy silver tide | | 627 | 425 |
| 123: | The Lay Of The Last Minstrel: Canto V | Call it not vain; they do not err, | | 542 | 446 |
| 124: | The Lay Of The Last Minstrel: Canto VI | Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, | | 591 | 395 |
| 125: | The Lord Of The Isles: Canto I | Autumn departs, but still his mantle's fold | | 642 | 418 |
| 126: | The Lord Of The Isles: Canto II | Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board! | | 642 | 421 |
| 127: | The Lord Of The Isles: Canto III | Hast thou not mark'd, when o'er thy startled head | | 731 | 433 |
| 128: | The Lord Of The Isles: Canto IV | Stranger! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced | | 777 | 414 |
| 129: | The Lord Of The Isles: Canto V | On fair Loch-Ranza stream'd the early day, | | 816 | 431 |
| 130: | The Lord Of The Isles: Canto VI | O who, that shared them, ever shall forget | | 968 | 396 |
| 131: | The Maid Of Neidpath | O lovers' eyes are sharp to see, | | 32 | 415 |
| 132: | The Maid Of Toro | O, low shone the sun on the fair lake of Toro, | | 22 | 426 |
| 133: | The Noble Moringer | O, will you hear a knightly tale of old Bohemian day, | | 172 | 403 |
| 134: | The Norman Horse-Shoe | Red glows the forge in Striguil's bounds, | | 32 | 428 |
| 135: | The Orphan Maid | November's hail-cloud drifts away, | | 36 | 416 |
| 136: | The Outlaw | O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, | | 60 | 385 |
| 137: | The Palmer | O, open the door, some pity to show, | | 40 | 394 |
| 138: | The Reiver's Wedding | O will ye hear a mirthful bourd? | | 92 | 790 |
| 139: | The Resolve | My wayward fate I needs must plain, | | 48 | 780 |
| 140: | The Return To Ulster | Once again, but how chang'd since my wand'rings began | | 32 | 748 |
| 141: | The Ride To Melrose, From The Lay Of The Last Minstrel. | The Lady sought the lofty hall, | | 439 | 715 |
| 142: | The Rover's Adieu | A weary lot is thine, fair maid, | | 20 | 744 |
| 143: | The Song Of Harold Harfager | The sun is rising dimly red, | | 40 | 743 |
| 144: | The Song Of The Tempest | Stern eagle of the far north-west, | | 51 | 786 |
| 145: | The Sun Upon The Weirdlaw Hill | The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, | | 24 | 384 |
| 146: | The Troubadour | Glowing with love, on fire for fame | | 32 | 763 |
| 147: | The Truth Of Woman | Woman's faith, and woman's trust | | 16 | 762 |
| 148: | The Violet | The violet in her greenwood bower, | | 12 | 774 |
| 149: | The Vision Of Don Roderick | Lives there a strain, whose sounds of mounting fire | | 837 | 775 |
| 150: | The Wild Huntsman | The Wildgrave winds his bugle-horn, | | 208 | 823 |
| 151: | There Came Three Merry Men From South, West, And North | There came three merry men from south, west, and north, | | 28 | 746 |
| 152: | Thomas The Rhymer | True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank; | | 320 | 797 |
| 153: | To A Lady - With Flowers From A Roman Wall | Take these flowers which, purple waving, | | 8 | 735 |
| 154: | To A Lock Of Hair | Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright | | 29 | 740 |
| 155: | To The Sub-Prior | Good evening, Sir Priest, and so late as you ride, | | 35 | 761 |
| 156: | Twist Ye, Twine Ye | Twist ye, twine ye! even so, Mingle shades of joy and woe, | | 16 | 750 |
| 157: | Ulrica’s Death Song | Whet the bright steel, Sons of the White Dragon! | | 50 | 797 |
| 158: | Verses Found In Bothwell's Pocket-book | Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright | | 29 | 778 |
| 159: | Wandering Willie | All joy was bereft me the day that you left me, | | 40 | 788 |
| 160: | Waverly | Late, when the Autumn evening fell | | 44 | 792 |
| 161: | Where Shall The Lover Rest | Where shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever | | 36 | 744 |
| 162: | Why Sit'st Thou By That Ruin'd Hall? | Why sit'st thou by that ruin'd hall, | | 16 | 756 |
| 163: | William And Helen | From heavy dreams fair Helen rose, | | 264 | 744 |
