| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Fragment | O pouring westering streams | | 23 | 21 |
| 2: | A Miracle Of Bethlehem | I pray you, tell me where you go | | 150 | 464 |
| 3: | A Western Voyage | My friend the Sun--like all my friends | | 28 | 473 |
| 4: | Ballad Of The Londoner | Evening falls on the smoky walls, | | 12 | 508 |
| 5: | Destroyer Of Ships, Men, Cities | Helen of Troy has sprung from Hell | | 28 | 457 |
| 6: | Don Juan In Hell | The night Don Juan came to pay his fees | | 20 | 470 |
| 7: | Felo De Se | The song of a man who was dead | | 29 | 425 |
| 8: | Fountains | Soft is the collied night, and cool | | 10 | 441 |
| 9: | Gates Of Damascus | Four great gates has the city of Damascus, | | 76 | 26 |
| 10: | Gravis Dulcis Immutabilis | Come, let me kiss your wistful face | | 16 | 429 |
| 11: | Hialmar Speaks To The Raven | Night on the bloodstained snow: the wind is chill: | | 36 | 414 |
| 12: | I Rose From Dreamless Hours | I rose from dreamless hours and sought the morn | | 12 | 455 |
| 13: | Ideal | When all my gentle friends had gone | | 35 | 479 |
| 14: | Invitation To A Young But Learned Friend To Abandon Archaeology For The Moment, And Play Once More With His Neglected Muse. | In those good days when we were young and wise, | | 28 | 471 |
| 15: | Joseph And Mary | Mary, art thou the little maid | | 57 | 485 |
| 16: | Litany To Satan (From Baudelaire.) | O grandest of the Angels, and most wise, | | 42 | 402 |
| 17: | Lord Arnaldos | The strangest of adventures, | | 26 | 418 |
| 18: | Mary Magdalen | O eyes that strip the souls of men! | | 32 | 502 |
| 19: | Mignon | Knowest thou the land where bloom the lemon trees, | | 18 | 453 |
| 20: | My Friend | I had a friend who battled for the truth | | 28 | 408 |
| 21: | No Coward's Song | I am afraid to think about my death, | | 12 | 462 |
| 22: | Opportunity (From Machiavelli.) | But who art thou, with curious beauty graced, | | 22 | 386 |
| 23: | Oxford Canal | When you have wearied of the valiant spires of this County Town, | | 24 | 415 |
| 24: | Pavlovna In London | I listened to the hunger-hearted clown, | | 50 | 418 |
| 25: | Pillage | They will trample our gardens to mire, they will bury our city in fire; | | 18 | 499 |
| 26: | Prayer | Satan, to thee be praise upon the Height | | 6 | 485 |
| 27: | Prayer | Let me not know how sins and sorrows glide | | 9 | 472 |
| 28: | Riouperoux | High and solemn mountains guard Riouperoux, | | 8 | 412 |
| 29: | Santorin | Who are you, Sea Lady, | | 46 | 17 |
| 30: | Tenebris Interlucentem | A linnet who had lost her way | | 8 | 454 |
| 31: | The Ballad Of Camden Town | I walked with Maisie long years back | | 40 | 429 |
| 32: | The Ballad Of Hampstead Heath | From Heaven's Gate to Hampstead Heath | | 48 | 406 |
| 33: | The Ballad Of Iskander | Sultan Iskander sat him down | | 157 | 399 |
| 34: | The Ballad Of The Student In The South | It was no sooner than this morn | | 24 | 435 |
| 35: | The Ballad Of Zacho | Zacho the King rode out of old | | 40 | 463 |
| 36: | The Dying Patriot | Day breaks on England down the Kentish hills, | | 28 | 21 |
| 37: | The First Sonnet Of Bathrolaire | Over the moonless land of Bathrolaire | | 14 | 475 |
| 38: | The Masque Of The Magi | Three Kings have come to Bethlehem | | 51 | 440 |
| 39: | The Old Ships | I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep | | 31 | 16 |
| 40: | The Queen's Song | Had I the power To Midas given of old | | 32 | 490 |
| 41: | The Second Sonnet Of Bathrolaire | Now the sweet Dawn on brighter fields afar | | 14 | 443 |
| 42: | The Sentimentalist | There lies a photograph of you | | 20 | 444 |
| 43: | The Town Without A Market | There lies afar behind a western hill | | 56 | 389 |
| 44: | The Translator And The Children | While I translated Baudelaire, | | 18 | 429 |
| 45: | The Welsh Sea | Far out across Carnarvon bay, | | 16 | 451 |
| 46: | To A Poet A Thousand Years Hence | I who am dead a thousand years, | | 24 | 423 |
| 47: | War Song Of The Saracens | We are they who come faster than fate: we are they who ride early or late: | | 18 | 465 |
| 48: | We That Were Friends | We that were friends to-night have found | | 8 | 485 |
| 49: | Yasmin | How splendid in the morning glows the lily: with what grace he throws | | 12 | 29 |
