| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Birthday Trifle | Here in this gold-green evening end, | | 24 | 1165 |
| 2: | A Death in the Bush | The hut was built of bark and shrunken slabs, | | 218 | 665 |
| 3: | A Hyde Park Larrikin | You may have heard of Proclus, sir, | | 108 | 934 |
| 4: | A Living Poet | He knows the sweet vexation in the strife | | 14 | 642 |
| 5: | A Mountain Spring | Peace hath an altar there. The sounding feet | | 14 | 739 |
| 6: | A Reward | Because a steadfast flame of clear intent | | 14 | 655 |
| 7: | A Spanish Love Song | From Andalusian gardens I bring the rose and rue, | | 40 | 717 |
| 8: | Aboriginal Death-Song | Feet of the flying, and fierce | | 40 | 1001 |
| 9: | Achan | Hath he not followed a star through the darkness, | | 32 | 997 |
| 10: | After Many Years | The song that once I dreamed about, | | 80 | 926 |
| 11: | After Parting | I cannot tell what change hath come to you | | 14 | 634 |
| 12: | After the Hunt | Underneath the windy mountain walls | | 19 | 924 |
| 13: | Aileen | A splendid sun betwixt the trees | | 66 | 953 |
| 14: | Alfred Tennyson | The silvery dimness of a happy dream | | 14 | 623 |
| 15: | Amongst the Roses | I walked through a Forest, beneath the hot noon, | | 22 | 969 |
| 16: | Arakoon | LO! in storms, the triple-headed | | 48 | 680 |
| 17: | Araluen | River, myrtle rimmed, and set | | 64 | 921 |
| 18: | Araluen | Take this rose, and very gently place it on the tender, deep | | 40 | 892 |
| 19: | Astarte | Across the dripping ridges, O, look, luxurious night! | | 40 | 823 |
| 20: | At Dusk | At dusk, like flowers that shun the day, | | 40 | 1014 |
| 21: | At Euroma | They built his mound of the rough, red ground, | | 32 | 645 |
| 22: | At Her Window | To-night a strong south wind in thunder sings | | 78 | 991 |
| 23: | At Long Bay | Five years ago! you cannot choose | | 60 | 672 |
| 24: | Attila | What though his feet were shod with sharp, fierce flame, | | 14 | 663 |
| 25: | Australia Vindex | Who cometh from fields of the south | | 48 | 595 |
| 26: | Australian War Song | Men have said that ye were sleeping | | 48 | 865 |
| 27: | Basil Moss | Sing, mountain-wind, thy strong, superior song | | 167 | 816 |
| 28: | Bell-Birds | By channels of coolness the echoes are calling, | | 42 | 781 |
| 29: | Bellambi’s Maid | Amongst the thunder-splintered caves | | 36 | 865 |
| 30: | Bells Beyond the Forest | Wild-eyed woodlands, here I rest me, underneath the gaunt and ghastly trees; | | 40 | 837 |
| 31: | Beyond Kerguelen | Down in the South, by the waste without sail on it, | | 84 | 632 |
| 32: | Bill the Bullock-Driver | The leaders of millions, the lords of the lands, | | 92 | 851 |
| 33: | Billy Vickers | No song is this of leaf and bird, | | 104 | 885 |
| 34: | Black Kate | Kate, they say, is seventeen | | 72 | 857 |
| 35: | Black Lizzie | The gloved and jewelled bards who sing | | 116 | 597 |
| 36: | Blue Mountain Pioneers | The dauntless three! For twenty days and nights | | 18 | 859 |
| 37: | Bob | Singer of songs of the hills | | 112 | 822 |
| 38: | By a River | By red-ripe mouth and brown, luxurious eyes | | 14 | 655 |
| 39: | By the Cliffs of the Sea | In a far-away glen of the hills, | | 84 | 841 |
| 40: | By the Sea | The caves of the sea have been troubled to-day | | 18 | 696 |
| 41: | Campaspe | Turn from the ways of this Woman! Campaspe we call her by name | | 42 | 614 |
| 42: | Camped by the Creek | All day a strong sun has been drinking | | 56 | 692 |
| 43: | Caroline Chisholm | The priests and the Levites went forth, to feast at the courts of the Kings; | | 28 | 677 |
| 44: | Charles Harpur | Where Harpur lies, the rainy streams, | | 56 | 599 |
| 45: | Christmas Creek | Phantom streams were in the distance mocking lights of lake and pool | | 50 | 827 |
| 46: | Clari | Too cold, O my brother, too cold for my wife | | 18 | 813 |
| 47: | Cleone | Sing her a song of the sun: | | 32 | 622 |
| 48: | Coogee | Sing the song of wave-worn Coogee, Coogee in the distance white, | | 48 | 646 |
| 49: | Cooranbean | Years fifty, and seven to boot, have smitten the children of men | | 48 | 841 |
| 50: | Cui Bono? | A clamour by day and a whisper by night, | | 56 | 634 |
| 51: | Daniel Henry Deniehy | Take the harp, but very softly for our brother touch the strings: | | 30 | 891 |
| 52: | Dante and Virgil | When lost Francesca sobbed her broken tale | | 14 | 647 |
| 53: | Daphne | Daphne! Ladon’s daughter, Daphne! Set thyself in silver light, | | 36 | 864 |
| 54: | Dedication - Leaves from Australian Forests | To her who, cast with me in trying days, | | 18 | 801 |
| 55: | Deniehy’s Dream | Just when the western light Flickered out dim, | | 40 | 607 |
| 56: | Deniehy’s Lament | Spirit of Loveliness! Heart of my heart! | | 16 | 633 |
| 57: | Doubting | A brother wandered forth with me, | | 60 | 853 |
| 58: | Drowned at Sea | Gloomy cliffs, so worn and wasted with the washing of the waves, | | 33 | 883 |
| 59: | Dungog | Here, pent about by office walls | | 84 | 682 |
| 60: | Eighteen Hundred and Sixty-Four | I hear no footfall beating through the dark, | | 52 | 634 |
| 61: | Elijah | Into that good old Hebrew’s soul sublime | | 78 | 607 |
| 62: | Ella with the Shining Hair | Through many a fragrant cedar grove | | 60 | 804 |
| 63: | Ellen Ray | A quiet song for Ellen The patient Ellen Ray, | | 32 | 602 |
| 64: | Etheline | The heart that once was rich with light, | | 48 | 830 |
| 65: | Euroclydon | On the storm-cloven Cape | | 90 | 805 |
| 66: | Euterpe | Child of Light, the bright, the bird-like! wilt thou float and float to me, | | 40 | 576 |
| 67: | Euterpe | All hail to thee, Sound! Since the time | | 213 | 635 |
| 68: | Evening Hymn | The crag-pent breezes sob and moan where hidden waters glide; | | 24 | 818 |
| 69: | Extempore Lines | A morning crowns the Western hill, | | 40 | 851 |
| 70: | Fainting by the Way | Swarthy wastelands, wide and woodless, glittering miles and miles away, | | 64 | 884 |
| 71: | Faith in God | Have faith in God. For whosoever lists | | 36 | 721 |
| 72: | Footfalls | The embers were blinking and clinking away, | | 45 | 881 |
| 73: | For Ever | Out of the body for ever, Wearily sobbing, “Oh, whither?” | | 68 | 637 |
| 74: | Foreshadowings | Fifteen miles and then the harbour! Here we cannot choose but stand, | | 56 | 617 |
| 75: | Frank Denz | In the roar of the storm, in the wild bitter voice of the tempest-whipped sea, | | 56 | 918 |
| 76: | From the Forests | Where in a green, moist, myrtle dell | | 48 | 648 |
| 77: | Galatea | A silver slope, a fall of firs, a league of gleaming grasses, | | 32 | 932 |
| 78: | Geraldine | My head is filled with olden rhymes beside this moaning sea, | | 18 | 888 |
| 79: | Ghost Glen | Shut your ears, stranger, or turn from Ghost Glen now, | | 48 | 860 |
| 80: | God Help Our Men at Sea | The wild night comes like an owl to its lair, | | 45 | 958 |
| 81: | Harps We Love | The harp we love hath a royal burst! | | 12 | 897 |
| 82: | Heath from the Highlands | Here, where the great hills fall away | | 72 | 910 |
| 83: | How the Melbourne Cup was Won | In the beams of a beautiful day, | | 54 | 1132 |
| 84: | Hunted Down | Two years had the tiger, whose shape was that of a sinister man, | | 56 | 637 |
| 85: | Hy-Brasil | Daughter,” said the ancient father, pausing by the evening sea, | | 60 | 702 |
| 86: | Hymn of Praise | Encompassed by the psalm of hill and stream, | | 24 | 903 |
| 87: | Illa Creek | A strong sea-wind flies up and sings | | 40 | 696 |
| 88: | In Hyde Park | They come from the highways of labour, | | 48 | 600 |
| 89: | In Memoriam - Alice Fane Gunn Stenhouse | The grand, authentic songs that roll | | 136 | 610 |
| 90: | In Memoriam - Nicol Drysdale Stenhouse | Shall he, on whom the fair lord, Delphicus, | | 48 | 617 |
| 91: | In Memoriam. - A. L. Gordon. | At rest! Hard by the margin of that sea | | 56 | 672 |
| 92: | In Memory of Edward Butler | A voice of grave, deep emphasis | | 88 | 889 |
| 93: | In Memory of John Fairfax | Because this man fulfilled his days, | | 64 | 901 |
| 94: | In the Depths of a Forest | In the depths of a Forest secluded and wild, | | 12 | 807 |
| 95: | In the Valley | Said the yellow-haired Spirit of Spring | | 40 | 635 |
| 96: | James Lionel Michael | Be his rest the rest he sought: Calm and deep. | | 60 | 651 |
| 97: | Jim the Splitter | The bard who is singing of Wollombi Jim | | 90 | 633 |
| 98: | John Bede Polding | With reverent eyes and bowed, uncovered head, | | 96 | 650 |
| 99: | John Dunmore Lang | The song that is last of the many | | 32 | 988 |
| 100: | Kiama | Towards the hills of Jamberoo | | 70 | 919 |
| 101: | Kiama Revisited | We stood by the window and hearkened | | 88 | 644 |
| 102: | King Saul at Gilboa | With noise of battle and the dust of fray, | | 152 | 642 |
| 103: | Kingsborough | A waving of hats and of hands, | | 104 | 669 |
| 104: | Kooroora | The gums in the gully stand gloomy and stark, | | 40 | 931 |
| 105: | Laura | If Laura lady of the flower-soft face | | 14 | 617 |
| 106: | Leichhardt | Lordly harp, by lordly master wakened from majestic sleep, | | 60 | 979 |
| 107: | Lilith | Strange is the song, and the soul that is singing | | 54 | 920 |
| 108: | Lost in the Flood | When God drave the ruthless waters | | 36 | 629 |
| 109: | Lurline | As you glided and glided before us that time, | | 24 | 938 |
| 110: | Manasseh | Manasseh, lord of Judah, and the son | | 127 | 612 |
| 111: | Mary Rivers | Path beside the silver waters, flashing in October’s sun | | 48 | 606 |
| 112: | Merope | Far in the ways of the hyaline wastes in the face of the splendid | | 48 | 881 |
| 113: | Mooni | Ah, to be by Mooni now, Where the great dark hills of wonder, | | 117 | 648 |
| 114: | Morning in the Bush (A Juvenile Fragment.) | Above the skirts of yellow clouds, | | 96 | 955 |
| 115: | Moss on a Wall | Dim dreams it hath of singing ways, | | 48 | 649 |
| 116: | Mount Erebus (A Fragment) | A mighty theatre of snow and fire, | | 55 | 650 |
| 117: | Mountain Moss | It lies amongst the sleeping stones, | | 40 | 652 |
| 118: | Mountains | Rifted mountains, clad with forests, girded round by gleaming pines, | | 64 | 900 |
| 119: | Names Upon a Stone | Across bleak widths of broken sea | | 72 | 930 |
| 120: | Narrara Creek | From the rainy hill-heads, where, in starts and in spasms, | 1872 | 80 | 914 |
| 121: | Ned the Larrikin | A song that is bitter with grief a ballad as pale as the light | | 50 | 636 |
| 122: | Ogyges | Stand out, swift-footed leaders of the horns, | | 120 | 656 |
| 123: | Oh, Tell Me, Ye Breezes | Oh, tell me, ye breezes that spring from the west, | | 16 | 895 |
| 124: | On a Baby Buried by the Hawkesbury | A grace that was lent for a very few hours, | | 16 | 860 |
| 125: | On a Cattle Track | Where the strength of dry thunder splits hill-rocks asunder, | | 48 | 601 |
| 126: | On a Spanish Cathedral | Deep under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod, | | 64 | 827 |
| 127: | On a Street | I dread that street its haggard face | | 104 | 835 |
| 128: | On the Paroo | As when the strong stream of a wintering sea | | 92 | 644 |
| 129: | Orara | The strong sob of the chafing stream | | 72 | 829 |
| 130: | Our Jack | Twelve years ago our Jack was lost. All night, | | 84 | 605 |
| 131: | Outre Mer | I see, as one in dreaming, | | 36 | 579 |
| 132: | Passing Away | The spirit of beautiful faces, | | 54 | 589 |
| 133: | Persia | I am writing this song at the close | | 72 | 829 |
| 134: | Peter the Piccaninny | He has a name which can’t be brought | | 108 | 836 |
| 135: | Prefatory Sonnets | I purposed once to take my pen and write, | | 28 | 750 |
| 136: | Pytheas | Gaul whose keel in far, dim ages ploughed wan widths of polar sea | | 60 | 660 |
| 137: | Rest | Sometimes we feel so spent for want of rest, | | 14 | 588 |
| 138: | Rizpah | Said one who led the spears of swarthy Gad, | | 62 | 617 |
| 139: | Robert Parkes | High travelling winds by royal hill | | 104 | 766 |
| 140: | Rose Lorraine | Sweet water-moons, blown into lights | | 56 | 750 |
| 141: | Rover | No classic warrior tempts my pen | | 144 | 750 |
| 142: | Safi | Strong pinions bore Safi, the dreamer, | | 84 | 835 |
| 143: | Sedan | Another battle! and the sounds have rolled | | 14 | 588 |
| 144: | September in Australia | Grey winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest, | | 64 | 813 |
| 145: | Silent Tears | What bitter sorrow courses down | | 24 | 836 |
| 146: | Sitting by the Fire | Ah! the solace in the sitting, | | 40 | 631 |
| 147: | Sitting by the Fire | Barren age and withered World! Oh! the dying leaves, | | 85 | 772 |
| 148: | Song of the Cattle-Hunters | While the morning light beams on the fern-matted streams, | | 22 | 736 |
| 149: | Song of the Shingle-Splitters | In dark wild woods, where the lone owl broods | | 48 | 820 |
| 150: | Sonnets - Elizabeth Barrett Browning | A lofty Type of all her sex, I ween, | | 14 | 594 |
| 151: | Sonnets - Sir Walter Scott | The Bard of ancient lore! Like one forlorn, | | 14 | 589 |
| 152: | Sonnets - To N. D. Stenhouse, Esq. | Dark days have passed, but you who taught me then | | | 595 |
| 153: | Sonnets on the Discovery of Botany Bay by Captain Cook - I - The First Attempt to Reach the Shore | Where is the painter who shall paint for you, | | 14 | 612 |
| 154: | Sonnets on the Discovery of Botany Bay by Captain Cook - II - The Second Attempt, Opposed by Two of the Natives | There were but two, and we were forty! Yet,” | | 14 | 602 |
| 155: | Sonnets on the Discovery of Botany Bay by Captain Cook - III - The Spot Where Cook Landed | Chaotic crags are huddled east and west | | 14 | 561 |
| 156: | Sonnets on the Discovery of Botany Bay by Captain Cook - IV - Sutherland’s Grave | Tis holy ground! The silent silver lights | | 14 | 610 |
| 157: | Stanzas | The sunsets fall and the sunsets fade, | | 12 | 779 |
| 158: | Sunset | It is better, O day, that you go to your rest, | | 32 | 827 |
| 159: | Sutherland’s Grave | All night long the sea out yonder all night long the wailful sea, | | 26 | 632 |
| 160: | Sydney Exhibition Cantata | Songs of morning, with your breath | | 72 | 780 |
| 161: | Sydney Harbour | Where Hornby, like a mighty fallen star, | | 50 | 759 |
| 162: | Syrinx | A heap of low, dark, rocky coast, | | 40 | 584 |
| 163: | Tanna | Shades of my father, the hour is approaching. | | 40 | 776 |
| 164: | The Austral Months | The first fair month! In singing Summer’s sphere | | 172 | 785 |
| 165: | The Australian Emigrant | How dazzling the sunbeams awoke on the spray, | | 40 | 766 |
| 166: | The Ballad of Tanna | She knelt by the dead, in her passionate grief, | | 32 | 829 |
| 167: | The Barcoo (The Squatters’ Song) | From the runs of the Narran, wide-dotted with sheep, | | 26 | 770 |
| 168: | The Bereaved One | She sleeps and I see through a shadowy haze, | | 24 | 600 |
| 169: | The Curlew Song | The viewless blast flies moaning past, | | 55 | 749 |
| 170: | The Curse of Mother Flood | Wizened the wood is, and wan is the way through it; | | 84 | 742 |
| 171: | The Earth Laments for Day | There’s music wafting on the air, | | 36 | 740 |
| 172: | The Far Future | Australia, advancing with rapid winged stride, | | 32 | 961 |
| 173: | The Fate of the Explorers (A Fragment) | Set your face toward the darkness tell of deserts weird and wide, | | 77 | 735 |
| 174: | The Girl I Left Behind Me | With sweet Regret—(the dearest thing that Yesterday has left us) | | 20 | 760 |
| 175: | The Glen of Arrawatta | A sky of wind! And while these fitful gusts | | 204 | 603 |
| 176: | The Helmsman | Like one who meets a staggering blow, | | 67 | 599 |
| 177: | The Hut by the Black Swamp | Now comes the fierce north-easter, bound | | 70 | 744 |
| 178: | The Ivy on the Wall | The verdant ivy clings around | | 24 | 766 |
| 179: | The Last of His Tribe | He crouches, and buries his face on his knees, | | 35 | 594 |
| 180: | The Late W. V. Wild, Esq. | Sad faces came round, and I dreamily said | | 40 | 813 |
| 181: | The Maid of Gerringong | Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast, | | 90 | 753 |
| 182: | The Melbourne International Exhibition | Brothers from far-away lands, | | 82 | 782 |
| 183: | The Merchant Ship | The sun o’er the waters was throwing | | 136 | 786 |
| 184: | The Muse of Australia | Where the pines with the eagles are nestled in rifts, | | 16 | 856 |
| 185: | The Old Year | It passed like the breath of the night-wind away, | | 16 | 869 |
| 186: | The Opossum-Hunters | Hear ye not the waters beating where the rapid rivers, meeting | | 36 | 711 |
| 187: | The Rain Comes Sobbing to the Door | The night grows dark, and weird, and cold; and thick drops patter on the pane; | | 32 | 896 |
| 188: | The River and the Hill | And they shook their sweetness out in their sleep, | | 33 | 805 |
| 189: | The Song of Arda | Low as a lute, my love, beneath the call | | 44 | 602 |
| 190: | The Stanza of Childe Harold | Who framed the stanza of Childe Harold? He | | 14 | 589 |
| 191: | The Sydney International Exhibition | Now, while Orion, flaming south, doth set | | 286 | 842 |
| 192: | The Voice in the Wild Oak | Twelve years ago, when I could face | 1872 | 95 | 809 |
| 193: | The Voyage of Telegonus | Ill fares it with the man whose lips are set | | 203 | 543 |
| 194: | The Wail in the Native Oak | Where the lone creek, chafing nightly in the cold and sad moonshine, | | 64 | 845 |
| 195: | The Warrigal | The Warrigal’s lair is pent in bare, | | 48 | 839 |
| 196: | The Waterfall | The song of the water Doomed ever to roam, | | 64 | 626 |
| 197: | The Wild Kangaroo | The rain-clouds have gone to the deep | | 60 | 805 |
| 198: | To | A handmaid to the genius of thy song | | 14 | 565 |
| 199: | To ---- | Ah, often do I wait and watch, | | 36 | 590 |
| 200: | To a Mountain | To thee, O father of the stately peaks, | | 83 | 610 |
| 201: | To Charles Harpur | I would sit at your feet for long days, | | 24 | 582 |
| 202: | To Damascus | Where the sinister sun of the Syrians beat | | 52 | 541 |
| 203: | To Henry Halloran | You know I left my forest home full loth, | | 44 | 591 |
| 204: | To Miss Annie Hopkins | Beneath the shelter of the bush, | | 16 | 609 |
| 205: | To My Brother, Basil E. Kendall | To-night the sea sends up a gulf-like sound, | | 14 | 742 |
| 206: | To the Spirit of Music | The cool grass blowing in a breeze | | 128 | 791 |
| 207: | Ulmarra | Alone alone! With a heart like a stone, | | 40 | 809 |
| 208: | Under the Figtree | Like drifts of balm from cedared glens, those darling memories come, | | 24 | 847 |
| 209: | Urara | Euroka, go over the tops of the hill, | | 48 | 814 |
| 210: | Waiting and Wishing | I loiter by this surging sea, | | 27 | 832 |
| 211: | Wamberal | Just a shell, to which the seaweed glittering yet with greenness clings, | | 40 | 612 |
| 212: | Watching | Like a beautiful face looking ever at me | | 42 | 812 |
| 213: | When Underneath the Brown Dead Grass | When underneath the brown dead grass | | 32 | 757 |
| 214: | William Bede Dalley | That love of letters which is as the light | | 32 | 793 |
| 215: | Wollongong | Let me talk of years evanished, let me harp upon the time | | 50 | 801 |
