| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Channel Passage | The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick | | 14 | 412 |
| 2: | A Letter To A Live Poet | Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, | 1911 | 51 | 396 |
| 3: | A Memory (From A Sonnet-Sequence) | Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept | | 15 | 314 |
| 4: | And Love Has Changed To Kindliness | When love has changed to kindliness, | | 36 | 377 |
| 5: | Ante Aram | Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, | | 19 | 434 |
| 6: | Beauty And Beauty | When Beauty and Beauty meet | | 16 | 313 |
| 7: | Blue Evening | My restless blood now lies a-quiver, | | 33 | 321 |
| 8: | Choriambics - I | Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring | | 17 | 388 |
| 9: | Choriambics - II | Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void, lost in the haunted wood, | | 22 | 401 |
| 10: | Clouds | Down the blue night the unending columns press | 1913 | 14 | 348 |
| 11: | Dawn | Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat. | | 14 | 346 |
| 12: | Day And Night | Through my heart's palace Thoughts unnumbered throng; | | 14 | 371 |
| 13: | Day That I Have Loved | Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, | | 30 | 338 |
| 14: | Dead Men's Love | There was a damned successful Poet; | | 25 | 337 |
| 15: | Desertion | So light we were, so right we were, so fair faith shone, | | 20 | 379 |
| 16: | Dining-Room Tea | When you were there, and you, and you, | | 70 | 378 |
| 17: | Doubts | When she sleeps, her soul, I know, | | 18 | 368 |
| 18: | Dust | When the white flame in us is gone, | | 44 | 338 |
| 19: | Fafaia | Stars that seem so close and bright, | 1913 | 14 | 390 |
| 20: | Failure | Because God put His adamantine fate | | 14 | 342 |
| 21: | Finding | From the candles and dumb shadows, | | 42 | 326 |
| 22: | Flight | Voices out of the shade that cried, | | 35 | 373 |
| 23: | Fragment | I strayed about the deck, an hour, to-night | 1915 | 20 | 342 |
| 24: | Fragment On Painters | There is an evil which that Race attaints | | 9 | 341 |
| 25: | Hauntings | In the grey tumult of these after years | 1914 | 14 | 341 |
| 26: | He Wonders Whether To Praise Or To Blame Her | I have peace to weigh your worth, now all is over, | | 14 | 333 |
| 27: | Heaven | Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, | | 34 | 346 |
| 28: | Home | I came back late and tired last night | | 24 | 336 |
| 29: | In Examination | Lo! from quiet skies | | 26 | 310 |
| 30: | It's Not Going to Happen Again | I have known the most dear that is granted us here, | | 16 | 366 |
| 31: | Jealousy | When I see you, who were so wise and cool, | | 37 | 342 |
| 32: | Kindliness | When love has changed to kindliness, | | 36 | 315 |
| 33: | Libido | How should I know? The enormous wheels of will | | 14 | 321 |
| 34: | Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia | Swings the way still by hollow and hill, | | 72 | 328 |
| 35: | Love | Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, | | 14 | 362 |
| 36: | Mary And Gabriel | Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, | | 61 | 311 |
| 37: | Menelaus And Helen | Hot through Troy's ruin Menelaus broke | | 28 | 331 |
| 38: | Mummia | As those of old drank mummia | | 36 | 320 |
| 39: | Mutability | They say there's a high windless world and strange, | 1913 | 14 | 325 |
| 40: | Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour | Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, | | 14 | 340 |
| 41: | Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire | Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire | | 17 | 352 |
| 42: | On The Death Of Smet-Smet, The Hippopotamus-Goddess - Song Of A Tribe Of The Ancient Egyptians | She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother. | | 28 | 317 |
| 43: | One Day | Today I have been happy. All the day | 1913 | 14 | 333 |
| 44: | Paralysis | For moveless limbs no pity I crave, | | 26 | 322 |
| 45: | Peace | Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, | 1914 | 14 | 370 |
| 46: | Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening | I'd watched the sorrow of the evening sky, | | 20 | 294 |
| 47: | Retrospect (The South Seas) | In your arms was still delight, | | 40 | 355 |
| 48: | Safety | Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest | 1914 | 14 | 343 |
| 49: | Seaside | Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band, | | 15 | 334 |
| 50: | Second Best | Here in the dark, O heart; | | 39 | 314 |
| 51: | Sleeping Out: Full Moon | They sleep within. . . . | | 25 | 316 |
| 52: | Sometimes Even Now | Sometimes even now I may | | 28 | 317 |
| 53: | Song | Oh! Love," they said, "is King of Kings, | | 24 | 347 |
| 54: | Song | All suddenly the wind comes soft, | | 12 | 342 |
| 55: | Song | The way of love was thus. | | 8 | 337 |
| 56: | Sonnet (Suggested By Some Of The Proceedings Of The Society For Psychical Research) | Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, | | 14 | 326 |
| 57: | Sonnet Reversed | Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights | 1911 | 14 | 332 |
| 58: | Sonnet: "I Said I Splendidly Loved You; It's Not True" | I said I splendidly loved you; it's not true. | | 14 | 301 |
| 59: | Sonnet: "Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire" | Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire | | 14 | 340 |
| 60: | Sonnet: In Time Of Revolt | The Thing must End. I am no boy! I am | 1908 | 14 | 337 |
| 61: | Success | I think if you had loved me when I wanted; | | 14 | 301 |
| 62: | The Beginning | Some day I shall rise and leave my friends | | 20 | 347 |
| 63: | The Busy Heart | Now that we've done our best and worst, and parted, | | 14 | 320 |
| 64: | The Call | Out of the nothingness of sleep, | | 32 | 312 |
| 65: | The Charm | In darkness the loud sea makes moan; | | 27 | 330 |
| 66: | The Chilterns | Your hands, my dear, adorable, | | 40 | 294 |
| 67: | The Dance (A Song) | As the Wind, and as the Wind, | 1915 | 12 | 338 |
| 68: | The Dead | Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! | 1914 | 14 | 363 |
| 69: | The Dead (II) | These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, | 1914 | 14 | 334 |
| 70: | The Fish | In a cool curving world he lies | | 77 | 357 |
| 71: | The Funeral Of Youth: Threnody | The day that YOUTH had died, | | 58 | 314 |
| 72: | The Goddess In The Wood | In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood, | | 14 | 349 |
| 73: | The Great Lover (The South Seas) | I have been so great a lover: filled my days | | 78 | 360 |
| 74: | The Hill | Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, | | 14 | 289 |
| 75: | The Jolly Company | The stars, a jolly company, | | 18 | 311 |
| 76: | The Life Beyond | He wakes, who never thought to wake again, | | 14 | 342 |
| 77: | The Little Dog's Day | All in the town were still asleep, | 1907 | 28 | 423 |
| 78: | The Night Journey | Hands and lit faces eddy to a line; | | 28 | 321 |
| 79: | The Old Vicarage, Grantchester | Just now the lilac is in bloom, | 1912 | 142 | 309 |
| 80: | The One Before The Last | I dreamt I was in love again | | 28 | 294 |
| 81: | The Soldier | If I should die, think only this of me: | 1914 | 14 | 400 |
| 82: | The Song Of The Beasts | Come away! Come away! | | 34 | 311 |
| 83: | The Song Of The Pilgrims | What light of unremembered skies | | 42 | 326 |
| 84: | The Treasure | When colour goes home into the eyes, | 1914 | 14 | 349 |
| 85: | The True Beatitude (Bouts-Rimes) | They say when the Great Prompter's hand shall ring | 1913 | 14 | 354 |
| 86: | The Vision Of The Archangels | Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, | | 14 | 306 |
| 87: | The Voice | Safe in the magic of my woods | | 37 | 372 |
| 88: | The Way That Lovers Use | The way that lovers use is this; | | 12 | 291 |
| 89: | The Wayfarers | Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place | | 14 | 308 |
| 90: | There's Wisdom In Women | Oh love is fair, and love is rare;" my dear one she said, | | 8 | 356 |
| 91: | Thoughts On The Shape Of The Human Body | How can we find? how can we rest? how can | | 30 | 300 |
| 92: | Tiare Tahiti (The South Seas) | Mamua, when our laughter ends, | 1914 | 78 | 336 |
| 93: | Town And Country | Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side | | 32 | 307 |
| 94: | Unfortunate | Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap | | 14 | 310 |
| 95: | Victory | All night the ways of Heaven were desolate, | | 14 | 365 |
| 96: | Wagner | Creeps in half wanton, half asleep, | | 15 | 335 |
| 97: | Waikiki | Warm perfumes like a breath from vine and tree | 1913 | 14 | 343 |
