| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | 'Tis Spring, My Love, 'Tis Spring | T is Spring, my love, 'tis Spring, | | 24 | 584 |
| 2: | A Copse In Winter. | Shades though you're leafless, save the bramble-spear | | 14 | 603 |
| 3: | A Lair At Noon. | The hawthorn gently stopt the sun, beneath, | | 14 | 589 |
| 4: | A Look At The Heavens. | O who can witness with a careless eye | | 16 | 501 |
| 5: | A Lover's Vows | Scenes of love and days of pleasure, | | 24 | 525 |
| 6: | A Pastoral. | Surely Lucy love returns, | | 48 | 531 |
| 7: | A Sigh, In A Play-Ground. | O happy spot! how much the sight of thee | | 18 | 496 |
| 8: | A Sigh. | Again freckled cowslips are gilding the plain, | | 12 | 580 |
| 9: | A Specimen of Clare's rough drafts | In a huge cloud of mountain hue | | 116 | 475 |
| 10: | A Valentine | Here's a valentine nosegay for Mary, | | 42 | 504 |
| 11: | A Wish. | Be where I may when Death brings in his bill, | | 14 | 583 |
| 12: | A World For Love | Oh, the world is all too rude for thee, with much ado and care; | | 20 | 537 |
| 13: | Absence. | What ails my love, where can he be? | | 48 | 485 |
| 14: | Address To My Father, On His Receiving An Easy Chair From The Right Hon. Lady--------. | Calm resignation meets a happy end; | | 42 | 515 |
| 15: | Adieu To My False Love Forever | The week before Easter, the days long and clear, | | 44 | 608 |
| 16: | Adieu! | Adieu, my love, adieu! Be constant and be true | | 32 | 601 |
| 17: | After Reading In A Letter Proposals For Building A Cottage. | Beside a runnel build my shed, | | 36 | 666 |
| 18: | Among The Green Bushes | Among the green bushes the songs of the thrushes | | 32 | 493 |
| 19: | Approach Of Winter | The Autumn day now fades away, | | 24 | 506 |
| 20: | Approaching Night | O take this world away from me; | | 51 | 631 |
| 21: | At The Foot Of Clifford Hill | Who loves the white-thorn tree, | | 32 | 607 |
| 22: | Autumn | Syren of sullen moods and fading hues, | | 120 | 582 |
| 23: | Autumn | Autumn comes laden with her ripened load | | 14 | 525 |
| 24: | Autumn | The thistle-down's flying, though the winds are all still, | | 12 | 501 |
| 25: | Autumn | I love the fitful gust that shakes | | 24 | 472 |
| 26: | Autumn | I love the fitful gust that shakes | | 24 | 459 |
| 27: | Autumn | Syren of sullen moods and fading hues, | | 60 | 603 |
| 28: | Autumn Birds | The wild duck startles like a sudden thought, | | 14 | 501 |
| 29: | Autumn. | The Spring is gone, the Summer-beauty wanes, | | 14 | 537 |
| 30: | Autumn. | The summer-flower has run to seed, | | 164 | 482 |
| 31: | Badger | When midnight comes a host of dogs and men | | 40 | 504 |
| 32: | Ballad | A faithless shepherd courted me, | | 20 | 541 |
| 33: | Ballad. "I love thee, sweet Mary, but love thee in fear" | I love thee, sweet Mary, but love thee in fear; | | 16 | 510 |
| 34: | Ballad. "When Nature's Beauty Shone Complete." | When nature's beauty shone complete. | | 48 | 452 |
| 35: | Ballad. "Winter's Gone, The Summer Breezes" | Winter's gone, the summer breezes | | 36 | 530 |
| 36: | Ballad. A Weedling Wild, On Lonely Lea | A weedling wild, on lonely lea, | | 24 | 516 |
| 37: | Ballad. When The Dark Ivy The Thorn-Tree Is Mounting | When the dark ivy the thorn-tree is mounting, | | 32 | 454 |
| 38: | Bantry Bay | On the eighteenth of October we lay in Bantry Bay, | | 24 | 494 |
| 39: | Betrayed | Dream not of love, to think it like | | 24 | 453 |
| 40: | Birds in Alarm | The firetail tells the boys when nests are nigh | | 14 | 447 |
| 41: | Birds, Why Are Ye Silent? | Why are ye silent, Birds? Where do ye fly? | | 48 | 614 |
| 42: | Bonny Lassie O! | O the evening's for the fair, bonny lassie O! | | 24 | 512 |
| 43: | Bonny Mary O! | The morning opens fine, bonny Mary O! | | 24 | 442 |
| 44: | Braggart | With careful step to keep his balance up | | 14 | 448 |
| 45: | Childhood. | What trifles touch our feelings, when we view | | 14 | 552 |
| 46: | Childish Recollections. | Each scene of youth to me's a pleasing toy, | | 68 | 525 |
| 47: | Christmass | Christmass is come and every hearth | | 152 | 472 |
| 48: | Clock-a-Clay | In the cowslip pips I lie, | | 24 | 454 |
| 49: | Country Letter | Dear brother robin this comes from us all | | 30 | 609 |
| 50: | Cowper Green. | Now eve's hours hot noon succeed; | | 206 | 468 |
| 51: | Day-Break. | The red east glows, the dewy cheek of Day | | 14 | 528 |
| 52: | Death | Why should man's high aspiring mind | | 64 | 595 |
| 53: | Death | The winds and waters are in his command, | | 26 | 498 |
| 54: | Decay | O Poesy is on the wane, | | 80 | 587 |
| 55: | Description Of A Thunder-Storm. | Slow boiling up, on the horizon's brim, | | 72 | 438 |
| 56: | Dewdrops | The dewdrops on every blade of grass are so much like silver drops | | 16 | 514 |
| 57: | Distant Hills | What is there in those distant hills | | 48 | 591 |
| 58: | Dyke Side | The frog croaks loud, and maidens dare not pass | | 14 | 437 |
| 59: | Early Love | The Spring of life is o'er with me, | | 32 | 537 |
| 60: | Early Nightingale | When first we hear the shy-come nightingales, | | 14 | 622 |
| 61: | Early Sorrows. | Full many a sharp, sad, unexpected thorn | | 14 | 563 |
| 62: | Early Spring | The Spring is come, and Spring flowers coming too, | 1860 | 16 | 520 |
| 63: | Early Spring. | Winter is past--the little bee resumes | | 14 | 534 |
| 64: | Earth's Eternity | Man, Earth's poor shadow! talks of Earth's decay: | | 14 | 490 |
| 65: | Effusion. | Ah, little did I think in time that's past, | | 54 | 447 |
| 66: | Emmonsail's Heath in Winter | I love to see the old heath's withered brake | | 14 | 464 |
| 67: | Evening | Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track, | | 16 | 470 |
| 68: | Evening | T is evening: the black snail has got on his track, | | 2 | 485 |
| 69: | Evening | In the meadow's silk grasses we see the black snail, | | 16 | 481 |
| 70: | Evening Primrose | When once the sun sinks in the west, | | 14 | 491 |
| 71: | Evening. | What time the cricket unmolested sings, | | 14 | 562 |
| 72: | Expression. | Expression, throbbing utterance of the soul, | | 14 | 550 |
| 73: | Fare Thee Well | Here's a sad good bye for thee, my love, | | 48 | 652 |
| 74: | Farewell | Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river | | 14 | 450 |
| 75: | Farewell And Defiance To Love | Love and thy vain employs, away | | 80 | 576 |
| 76: | Farm Breakfast | Maids shout to breakfast in a merry strife, | | 14 | 495 |
| 77: | Farmer's Boy | He waits all day beside his little flock | | 14 | 490 |
| 78: | Field Path | The beams in blossom with their spots of jet | | 10 | 582 |
| 79: | First Love | I ne'er was struck before that hour | | 24 | 496 |
| 80: | Firwood | The fir trees taper into twigs and wear | | 12 | 639 |
| 81: | Fragment | The cataract, whirling down the precipice, | | 8 | 431 |
| 82: | From "A Rhapsody" | Sweet solitude, what joy to be alone | | 35 | 499 |
| 83: | From "January" | Supper removed, the mother sits, | | 150 | 657 |
| 84: | From "The Parish: A Satire" | In politics and politicians' lies | | 54 | 689 |
| 85: | Gipsies | The snow falls deep; the forest lies alone; | | 14 | 453 |
| 86: | Grasshoppers | Grasshoppers go in many a thumming spring | | 6 | 642 |
| 87: | Graves of Infants | Infant' graves are steps of angels, where | | 18 | 448 |
| 88: | Graves Of Infants | Infants' gravemounds are steps of angels, where | | 18 | 726 |
| 89: | Helpstone Church-Yard. | What makes me love thee now, thou dreary scene, | | 14 | 574 |
| 90: | Helpstone Green. | Ye injur'd fields, ye once were gay, | | 64 | 541 |
| 91: | Hen's Nest | Among the orchard weeds, from every search, | | 14 | 452 |
| 92: | Hereafter. | Ah, when this world and I have shaken hands, | | 14 | 508 |
| 93: | Hodge | He plays with other boys when work is done, | | 14 | 447 |
| 94: | Holywell. | Nature, thou accept the song, | | 146 | 531 |
| 95: | Home Yearnings | O for that sweet, untroubled rest | | 42 | 489 |
| 96: | Home. | O home, however homely,--thoughts of thee | | 14 | 597 |
| 97: | Hope. | This world has suns, but they are overcast; | | 14 | 511 |
| 98: | House or Window Flies | These little window dwellers, in cottages and halls, | | 9 | 483 |
| 99: | I Dreamt of Robin | I opened the casement this morn at starlight, | | 24 | 533 |
| 100: | I Hid My Love | I hid my love when young till I | | 24 | 473 |
| 101: | I Love Thee, Sweet Mary. | I love thee, sweet Mary, but love thee in fear; | | 16 | 470 |
| 102: | I Pluck Summer Blossoms | I pluck Summer blossoms, | | 30 | 584 |
| 103: | I'll Dream Upon The Days To Come | I'll lay me down on the green sward, | | 32 | 577 |
| 104: | Idle Fame | I would not wish the burning blaze | | 8 | 601 |
| 105: | Impromptu | Where art thou wandering, little child?" | | 16 | 448 |
| 106: | Impromptu. | Where art thou wandering, little child?" | | 16 | 517 |
| 107: | In Hilly-Wood | How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs, | | 14 | 599 |
| 108: | In Hilly-Wood. | How Sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs, | | 14 | 490 |
| 109: | Insects | These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, | | 24 | 485 |
| 110: | Invitation to Eternity | Say, wilt thou go with me, sweet maid, | | 32 | 460 |
| 111: | Jockey And Jenny | Will Jockey come to-day, mither? | | 54 | 441 |
| 112: | Joys Of Youth. | How pleasing simplest recollections seem! | | 14 | 616 |
| 113: | Langley Bush. | O Langley Bush! the shepherd's sacred shade, | | 20 | 608 |
| 114: | Lassie, I Love Thee | Lassie, I love thee! The heavens above thee | | 32 | 572 |
| 115: | Left Alone | Left in the world alone, | | 18 | 587 |
| 116: | Letter In Verse | Like boys that run behind the loaded wain | | 20 | 610 |
| 117: | Life. | Life, thou art misery, or as such to me; | | 14 | 646 |
| 118: | Little Trotty Wagtail | Little trotty wagtail he went in the rain, | | 12 | 447 |
| 119: | Little Trotty Wagtail | Little trotty wagtail he went in the rain, | | 12 | 616 |
| 120: | Love | Love, though it is not chill and cold, | | 40 | 576 |
| 121: | Love and Solitude | I hate the very noise of troublous man | | 14 | 448 |
| 122: | Love Cannot Die | In crime and enmity they lie | | 24 | 495 |
| 123: | Love Lives Beyond the Tomb | Love lives beyond The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew! | | 24 | 443 |
| 124: | Love Of Nature | I love thee, Nature, with a boundless love! | | 23 | 530 |
| 125: | Love Scorned By Pride | O far is fled the winter wind, | | 44 | 596 |
| 126: | Love's Emblem | Go rose, my Chloe's bosom grace: | | 28 | 602 |
| 127: | Love's Riddle | Unriddle this riddle, my own Jenny love, | | 36 | 434 |
| 128: | Maid Of The Wilderness | Maid of the wilderness, | | 30 | 566 |
| 129: | March | The insect world, now sunbeams higher climb, | | 14 | 445 |
| 130: | Market Day | With arms and legs at work and gentle stroke | | 14 | 449 |
| 131: | Mary | The skylark mounts up with the morn, | | 56 | 450 |
| 132: | Mary Appleby | I look upon the hedgerow flower, | | 32 | 419 |
| 133: | Mary Bateman | My love she wears a cotton plaid, | | 24 | 394 |
| 134: | Mary Bayfield | How beautiful the summer night | | 32 | 425 |
| 135: | Mary Dove | Sweet Summer, breathe your softest gales | | 36 | 438 |
| 136: | Mary Neele | My love is tall and handsome; | | 48 | 594 |
| 137: | May | Come queen of months in company | | 470 | 466 |
| 138: | May | Now comes the bonny May, dancing and skipping | | 42 | 527 |
| 139: | May-Day. | Now happy swains review the plains, | | 40 | 411 |
| 140: | May-Noon. | How sweet it is, when suns get warmly high, | | 14 | 547 |
| 141: | Maying; Or, A Love Of Flowers | Upon a day, a merry day, | | 96 | 394 |
| 142: | Meet Me In The Green Glen | Love, meet me in the green glen, | | 20 | 396 |
| 143: | Meet Me To-Night | O meet me to-night by the bright starlight, | | 25 | 592 |
| 144: | Memory | I would not that my memory all should die, | | 14 | 624 |
| 145: | Merry Maid | Bonny and stout and brown, without a hat, | | 14 | 396 |
| 146: | Milking O' The Kye | Young Jenny wakens at the dawn, | | 24 | 413 |
| 147: | Milton Abbey. | Here grandeur triumphs at its topmost pitch | | 14 | 443 |
| 148: | Morning. | O now the crimson east, its fire-streak burning, | | 14 | 545 |
| 149: | My Bonny Alice And Her Pitcher | There's a bonny place in Scotland, | | 40 | 543 |
| 150: | My Early Home | Here sparrows build upon the trees, | | 24 | 415 |
| 151: | My Love, Thou Art A Nosegay Sweet. | My love, thou art a nosegay sweet, | | 12 | 447 |
| 152: | My Schoolboy Days | The Spring is come forth, but no Spring is for me | | 42 | 379 |
| 153: | My True Love Is A Sailor | T was somewhere in the April time, | | 32 | 529 |
| 154: | Narrative Verses, Written After An Excursion From Helpstone To Burghley Park | The faint sun tipt the rising ground, | | 128 | 485 |
| 155: | Native Scenes. | O Native scenes, nought to my heart clings nearer | | 14 | 560 |
| 156: | Nature's Darling | Sweet comes the morning | | 36 | 545 |
| 157: | Nature's Hymn To The Deity | All nature owns with one accord | | 24 | 490 |
| 158: | Nature. | O simple Nature, how I do delight | | 14 | 595 |
| 159: | Night. | Night spreads upon the plain her ebon pall, | | 14 | 526 |
| 160: | Nightwind | Darkness like midnight from the sobbing woods | | 14 | 409 |
| 161: | Nobody Cometh to Woo | On Martinmas eve the dogs did bark, | | 48 | 571 |
| 162: | Nobody Cometh To Woo | On Martinmas eve the dogs did bark, | | 48 | 552 |
| 163: | Noon. | The mid-day hour of twelve the clock counts o'er, | | 14 | 490 |
| 164: | November | The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; | | 81 | 506 |
| 165: | November | Sybil of months, and worshipper of winds, | | 14 | 399 |
| 166: | Now Is Past | Now is past--the happy now | | 30 | 429 |
| 167: | O Silly Love! O Cunning Love! | O silly love! O cunning love! | | 40 | 596 |
| 168: | On Death. | O life, thy name to me's a galling sound, | | 14 | 535 |
| 169: | On Hearing A Lady Play On The Musical Glasses. | Beyond expression, delicately fine, | | 14 | 529 |
| 170: | On Seeing A Picture Of Sacred Contemplation. | Serene she looks, she wears an angel's form, | | 14 | 459 |
| 171: | On Taste. | Taste is from heaven, | | 14 | 559 |
| 172: | On The Sight Of Spring. | How sweet it us'd to be, when April first | | 24 | 378 |
| 173: | Peace. | I seek for Peace--I care not where 'tis found: | | 14 | 636 |
| 174: | Peggy | Peggy said good morning and I said good bye, | | 16 | 466 |
| 175: | Peggy Band | O it was a lorn and a dismal night, | | 40 | 555 |
| 176: | Peggy's the Lady of the Hall | And will she leave the lowly clowns | | 24 | 417 |
| 177: | Phoebe Of The Scottish Glen | Agen I'll take my idle pen | | 24 | 510 |
| 178: | Pleasure's Past. | Spring's sweets they are not fled, though Summer's blossom | | 14 | 530 |
| 179: | Pleasures of Fancy | A path, old tree, goes by thee crooking on, | | 14 | 443 |
| 180: | Ploughman Singing | Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met | | 14 | 522 |
| 181: | Poem On Death | Why should man's high aspiring mind | | 64 | 452 |
| 182: | Poets Love Nature--A Fragment | Poets love Nature, and themselves are love. | | 12 | 529 |
| 183: | Poverty. | Rank Poverty! dost thou my joys assail, | | 14 | 569 |
| 184: | Quail's Nest | I wandered out one rainy day | | 20 | 459 |
| 185: | Recollections After A Ramble. | The rosy day was sweet and young, | | 248 | 423 |
| 186: | Recollections After An Evening Walk. | Just as the even-bell rang, we set out | | 60 | 456 |
| 187: | Remembrances | Summer's pleasures they are gone like to visions every one, | | 80 | 457 |
| 188: | Rosy Jane. | The eve put on her sweetest shroud, | | 168 | 406 |
| 189: | Rural Evening. | The sun now sinks behind the woodland green, | | 150 | 461 |
| 190: | Rural Morning | Soon as the twilight through the distant mist | | 160 | 376 |
| 191: | Rural Morning. | Soon as the twilight through the distant mist | | 160 | 482 |
| 192: | Rustic Fishing. | On Sunday mornings, freed from hard employ, | | 80 | 528 |
| 193: | Sabbath Walks. | Upon the sabbath, sweet it is to walk | | 14 | 520 |
| 194: | Scandal | She hastens out and scarcely pins her clothes | | 14 | 461 |
| 195: | Secret Love | I hid my love when young till I | | 24 | 467 |
| 196: | Signs of Winter | The cat runs races with her tail. The dog | | 14 | 403 |
| 197: | Snow Storm | What a night! The wind howls, hisses, and but stops | | 28 | 566 |
| 198: | Solitude. | Now as even's warning bell | | 300 | 442 |
| 199: | Song | Mary, leave thy lowly cot | | 16 | 447 |
| 200: | Song | One gloomy eve I roamed about | | 16 | 431 |
| 201: | Song | I peeled bits of straws and I got switches too | | 24 | 459 |
| 202: | Song | I wish I was where I would be, | | 8 | 432 |
| 203: | Song | I would not feign a single sigh | | 24 | 421 |
| 204: | Song Of Praise. Imitation Of The 148Th Psalm. | Warm into praises, kindling muse, | | 84 | 511 |
| 205: | Song's Eternity | What is song's eternity? Come and see. | | 48 | 574 |
| 206: | Song. "A Beautiful Flower, That Bedeck'd A Mean Pasture" | A beautiful flower, that bedeck'd a mean pasture, | | 16 | 1041 |
| 207: | Song. "Dropt Here And There Upon The Flower" | Dropt here and there upon the flower | | 32 | 416 |
| 208: | Song. "Fill the foaming cups again" | Fill the foaming cups again, | | 24 | 536 |
| 209: | Song. "Mary, The Day Of Love's Pleasures Has Been" | Mary, the day of love's pleasures has been, | | 32 | 548 |
| 210: | Song. "Of All The Days In Memory's List" | Of all the days in memory's list, | | 24 | 426 |
| 211: | Song. "On Gloomy Eve I Roam'd About" | On gloomy eve I roam'd about | | 16 | 467 |
| 212: | Song. "Swamps Of Wild Rush-Beds" | Swamps of wild rush-beds, and sloughs' squashy traces, | | 24 | 371 |
| 213: | Song. "The Sultry Day It Wears Away" | The sultry day it wears away, | | 32 | 395 |
| 214: | Song. "There Was A Time, When Love's Young Flowers" | There was a time, when love's young flowers | | 24 | 563 |
| 215: | Song. "There's The Daisy, The Woodbine" | There's the daisy, the woodbine, | | 32 | 544 |
| 216: | Sorrow For A Favourite Tabby Cat, Who Left This Scene Of Troubles, Friday Night, Nov. 26, 1819. | Let brutish hearts, as hard as stones, | | 72 | 401 |
| 217: | Sorrows For A Friend. | Ye brown old oaks that spread the silent wood, | | 14 | 518 |
| 218: | Spear Thistle | Where the broad sheepwalk bare and brown | | 60 | 514 |
| 219: | Sport In The Meadows | Maytime is to the meadows coming in, | | 62 | 505 |
| 220: | Spring | Come, gentle Spring, and show thy varied greens | | 21 | 442 |
| 221: | Spring Flowers | Bowing adorers of the gale, | | 18 | 448 |
| 222: | Spring's Messengers | Where slanting banks are always with the sun | | 14 | 550 |
| 223: | Spring's Nosegay | The prim daisy's golden eye | | 30 | 374 |
| 224: | Spring. | What charms does Nature at the spring put on, | | 14 | 518 |
| 225: | Stonepit | The passing traveller with wonder sees | | 14 | 452 |
| 226: | Sudden Shower | Black grows the southern sky, betokening rain, | | 14 | 431 |
| 227: | Summer | Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, | | 16 | 448 |
| 228: | Summer Evening | The sinking sun is taking leave, | | 174 | 423 |
| 229: | Summer Evening | The frog half fearful jumps across the path, | | 14 | 401 |
| 230: | Summer Evening. | How pleasant, when the heat of day is bye, | | 14 | 525 |
| 231: | Summer Images | Now swarthy summer, by rude health embrowned, | | 196 | 466 |
| 232: | Summer Morning | The cocks have now the morn foretold, | | 32 | 588 |
| 233: | Summer Morning. | I Love to peep out on a summer's morn, | | 14 | 531 |
| 234: | Summer Tints. | How sweet I've wander'd bosom-deep in grain, | | 14 | 560 |
| 235: | Summer Winds | The wind waves oer the meadows green | | 24 | 447 |
| 236: | Summer. | How sweet, when weary, dropping on a bank, | | 14 | 528 |
| 237: | Sunday Dip | The morning road is thronged with merry boys | | 14 | 414 |
| 238: | Sunday Walks. | How fond the rustic's ear at leisure dwells | | 142 | 504 |
| 239: | Sunday. | The Sabbath-day, of every day the best, | | 81 | 465 |
| 240: | The Ants | What wonder strikes the curious, while he views | | 14 | 529 |
| 241: | The Ants. | What wonder strikes the curious, while he views | | 14 | 444 |
| 242: | The Arbour. | There is a wilder'd spot delights me well, | | 14 | 437 |
| 243: | The Banks Of Ivory | T was on the banks of Ivory, 'neath the hawthorn-scented shade, | | 28 | 376 |
| 244: | The Beanfield | A beanfield full in blossom smells as sweet | | 9 | 967 |
| 245: | The Beautiful Stranger | I cannot know what country owns thee now, | | 14 | 428 |
| 246: | The Birds And St. Valentine | Some two or three weeks before Valentine's day, | | 149 | 481 |
| 247: | The Cellar Door | By the old tavern door on the causey there lay | | 160 | 407 |
| 248: | The Cottager | True as the church clock hand the hour pursues | | 104 | 425 |
| 249: | The Cress-Gatherer. | Soon as the spring its earliest visit pays, | | 120 | 498 |
| 250: | The Cross Roads: Or, The Haymaker's Story. | Stopt by the storm, that long in sullen black | | 288 | 547 |
| 251: | The Cross Roads; or, The Haymaker's Story | Stopt by the storm, that long in sullen black | | 288 | 410 |
| 252: | The Crow Sat On The Willow | The crow sat on the willow tree | | 40 | 399 |
| 253: | The Disappointment. | Ah, where can he linger?" said Doll, with a sigh, | | 136 | 378 |
| 254: | The Dream | When Night's last hours, like haunting spirits, creep | | 172 | 442 |
| 255: | The Dying Child | He could not die when trees were green, | | 30 | 400 |
| 256: | The Evening Hours. | The sultry day it wears away, | | 32 | 476 |
| 257: | The Face I Love So Dearly | Sweet is the violet, th' scented pea, | | 18 | 417 |
| 258: | The Fall Of The Year | The Autumn's come again, | | 30 | 393 |
| 259: | The Fallen Elm | Old elm, that murmured in our chimney top | | 71 | 468 |
| 260: | The False Knight's Tragedy | A false knight wooed a maiden poor, | | 100 | 414 |
| 261: | The Fear Of Flowers | The nodding oxeye bends before the wind, | | 14 | 434 |
| 262: | The Fens | Wandering by the river's edge, | | 95 | 498 |
| 263: | The Firetail's Nest | Tweet" pipes the robin as the cat creeps by | | 14 | 404 |
| 264: | The Flitting | I've left my own old home of homes, | | 216 | 417 |
| 265: | The Flood | Waves trough, rebound, and furious boil again, | | 14 | 471 |
| 266: | The Forest Maid | O once I loved a pretty girl, and dearly love her still; | | 24 | 538 |
| 267: | The Fox | The shepherd on his journey heard when nigh | | 28 | 458 |
| 268: | The Frightened Ploughman | I went in the fields with the leisure I got, | | 20 | 392 |
| 269: | The Gipsy Lass | Just like the berry brown is my bonny lassie O! | | 20 | 540 |
| 270: | The Gipsy's Camp | How oft on Sundays, when I'd time to tramp, | | 36 | 397 |
| 271: | The Gipsy's Camp. | How oft on Sundays, when I'd time to tramp, | | 36 | 407 |
| 272: | The Gipsy's Song | The gipsy's life is a merry life, | | 80 | 542 |
| 273: | The Instinct Of Hope | Is there another world for this frail dust | | 14 | 527 |
| 274: | The Invitation | Come hither, my dear one, my choice one, and rare one, | | 16 | 494 |
| 275: | The Lass With The Delicate Air | Timid and smiling, beautiful and shy, | | 14 | 382 |
| 276: | The Last Of April. | Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn | | 14 | 452 |
| 277: | The Last Of March. Written At Lolham Brigs. | Though o'er the darksome northern hill | | 112 | 477 |
| 278: | The Lost One | I seek her in the shady grove, | | 24 | 413 |
| 279: | The Lout | For Sunday's play he never makes excuse, | | 14 | 404 |
| 280: | The Lover's Invitation | Now the wheat is in the ear, and the rose is on the brere, | | 16 | 1249 |
| 281: | The Maid of Jerusalem | Maid of Jerusalem, by the Dead Sea, | | 20 | 420 |
| 282: | The Maid Of Ocram Or, Lord Gregory | Gay was the Maid of Ocram | | 158 | 501 |
| 283: | The Maiden I Love | How sweet are Spring wild flowers! They grow past the counting. | | 27 | 522 |
| 284: | The Maiden's Welcome | Of all the swains that meet at eve | | 40 | 385 |
| 285: | The Maple Tree | The maple with its tassel flowers of green, | | 14 | 439 |
| 286: | The March Nosegay | The bonny March morning is beaming | | 24 | 499 |
| 287: | The Morning Walk | The linnet sat upon its nest, | | 40 | 550 |
| 288: | The Nightingale | This is the month the nightingale, clod brown, | | 14 | 563 |
| 289: | The Nightingale’s Nest. | Up this green woodland-ride let’s softly rove, | | 93 | 690 |
| 290: | The Old Cottagers | The little cottage stood alone, the pride | | 32 | 499 |
| 291: | The Old Man's Lament | Youth has no fear of ill, by no cloudy days annoyed, | | 36 | 415 |
| 292: | The Old Shepherd | T is pleasant to bear recollections in mind | | 64 | 470 |
| 293: | The Old Year | The Old Year's gone away | | 24 | 381 |
| 294: | The Peasant Poet | He loved the brook's soft sound, | | 16 | 371 |
| 295: | The Poet's Death | The world is taking little heed | | 16 | 425 |
| 296: | The Request. | Now the sun his blinking beam | | 36 | 416 |
| 297: | The Rulers Of My Destiny. | I'll weep and sigh when e'er she wills | | 8 | 521 |
| 298: | The Sailor's Return | The whitethorn is budding and rushes are green, | | 24 | 538 |
| 299: | The Sailor-Boy | Tis three years and a quarter since I left my own fireside | | 28 | 379 |
| 300: | The Shepherd's Daughter | How sweet is every lengthening day, | | 40 | 476 |
| 301: | The Shepherd's Tree | Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred, | | 14 | 408 |
| 302: | The Skylark | Above the russet clods the corn is seen | | 26 | 422 |
| 303: | The Skylark | Although I'm in prison Thy song is uprisen, | | 42 | 522 |
| 304: | The Sleep of Spring | O for that sweet, untroubled rest | | 42 | 421 |
| 305: | The Snowdrop. | Sweet type of innocence, snow-clothed blossom, | | 14 | 550 |
| 306: | The Soldier | Home furthest off grows dearer from the way; | | 14 | 565 |
| 307: | The Stranger | When trouble haunts me, need I sigh? | | 48 | 492 |
| 308: | The Swallow | Pretty swallow, once again | | 24 | 397 |
| 309: | The Swallow | Swift goes the sooty swallow o'er the heath, | | 9 | 428 |
| 310: | The Tell-Tale Flowers | And has the Spring's all glorious eye | | 72 | 419 |
| 311: | The Thrush's Nest | Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush, | | 14 | 406 |
| 312: | The Tomb. | Once musing o'er an old effaced stone, | | 14 | 546 |
| 313: | The Tramp | He eats (a moment's stoppage to his song) | | 14 | 396 |
| 314: | The Triumphs Of Time | Emblazoned Vapour! Half-eternal Shade! | | 163 | 430 |
| 315: | The Vanities Of Life | What are life's joys and gains? | | 160 | 497 |
| 316: | The Vanities Of Life | What are life's joys and gains? | | 152 | 397 |
| 317: | The Village Minstrel. | While learned poets rush to bold extremes, | | 1072 | 378 |
| 318: | The Vixen | Among the taller wood with ivy hung, | | 14 | 388 |
| 319: | The Wanton Chloe--A Pastoral | Young Chloe looks sweet as the rose, | | 32 | 396 |
| 320: | The Widower's Lament. | Age yellows my leaf with a daily decline, | | 16 | 404 |
| 321: | The Wild-Flower Nosegay. | In life's first years as on a mother's breast, | | 88 | 497 |
| 322: | The Winter's Come | Sweet chestnuts brown like soling leather turn; | | 27 | 487 |
| 323: | The Wood-Cutter's Night Song | Welcome, red and roundy sun, | | 40 | 380 |
| 324: | The Wood-Cutter's Night Song. | Welcome, red and roundy sun, | | 40 | 447 |
| 325: | The Woodman. | The beating snow-clad bell, with sounding dead, | | 154 | 1921 |
| 326: | The Yellowhammer | When shall I see the white-thorn leaves agen, | | 14 | 368 |
| 327: | Thou Flower of Summer | When in summer thou walkest | | 20 | 407 |
| 328: | To * * * * * *. | Thou lovely bud, with many weeds surrounded, | | 14 | 558 |
| 329: | To A Bower. | Three times, sweet hawthorn! I have met thy bower, | | 21 | 389 |
| 330: | To A Brook | Sweet brook! I've met thee many a summer's day, | | 14 | 546 |
| 331: | To A City Girl. | Sweet Mary, though nor sighs nor pains | | 40 | 392 |
| 332: | To A Dead Tree. | Old tree thou art wither'd--I pass'd thee last year, | | 16 | 426 |
| 333: | To A Red Clover Blossom. | Sweet bottle-shaped flower of lushy red, | | 14 | 448 |
| 334: | To A Rosebud In Humble Life | Sweet, uncultivated blossom, | | 32 | 409 |
| 335: | To An Angry Bee. | Malicious insect, little vengeful bee, | | 14 | 508 |
| 336: | To An Early Butterly. | Thrice welcome here again, thou flutt'ring thing, | | 14 | 516 |
| 337: | To An Early Cowslip. | Cowslip bud, so early peeping, | | 16 | 395 |
| 338: | To An Hour-Glass. | Old-fashioned uncouth measurer of the day, | | 14 | 681 |
| 339: | To An Infant Daughter. | Sweet gem of infant fairy-flowers! | | 30 | 367 |
| 340: | To Anna Three Years Old | My Anna, summer laughs in mirth, | | 32 | 478 |
| 341: | To Autumn. | Come, pensive Autumn, with thy clouds, and storms, | | 14 | 598 |
| 342: | To Elia | Elia, thy reveries and visioned themes | | 14 | 525 |
| 343: | To Health. | Hail, soothing balm! Ye breezes blow, | | 36 | 403 |
| 344: | To Isabel | Arise, my Isabel, arise! | | 24 | 503 |
| 345: | To Jane | The lark's in the sky, love, | | 32 | 413 |
| 346: | To Jenny Lind | I cannot touch the harp again, | | 16 | 543 |
| 347: | To John Clare | Well, honest John, how fare you now at home? | 1860 | 16 | 431 |
| 348: | To John Milton "From His Honoured Friend, William Davenant" | Poet of mighty power, I fain | | 72 | 598 |
| 349: | To Liberty | O spirit of the wind and sky, | | 42 | 355 |
| 350: | To Mary | Mary, I love to sing About the flowers of Spring, | | 24 | 523 |
| 351: | To Miss C..... | Thy glance is the brightest, | | 25 | 499 |
| 352: | To My Cottage. | Thou lowly cot, where first my breath I drew, | | 14 | 548 |
| 353: | To My Mother. | With filial duty I address thee, Mother, | | 14 | 508 |
| 354: | To My Wife--A Valentine | O once I had a true love, | | 56 | 524 |
| 355: | To Napoleon | The heroes of the present and the past | | 14 | 360 |
| 356: | To Poesy. | O sweetly wild and 'witching Poesy! | | 16 | 429 |
| 357: | To The Butterfly. | Lovely insect, haste away, | | 168 | 496 |
| 358: | To The Clouds. | O painted clouds ! sweet beauties of the sky, | | 22 | 405 |
| 359: | To The Honourable Admiral Lord Radstock. | Tis sweet to recollect life's past controls, | | 20 | 490 |
| 360: | To The Ivy. | Dark creeping Ivy, with thy berries brown, | | 14 | 420 |
| 361: | To The Lark | Bird of the morn, When roseate clouds begin | | 30 | 480 |
| 362: | To The Memory Of John Keats. | The World, its hopes and fears, have pass'd away; | | 14 | 548 |
| 363: | To The Rural Muse. | Simple enchantress! wreath'd in summer blooms | | 30 | 508 |
| 364: | To The Violet. | Sweet tiny flower of darkly hue | | 36 | 478 |
| 365: | To Time. | In Fancy's eye, what an extended span, | | 14 | 635 |
| 366: | To Wordsworth | Wordsworth I love, his books are like the fields, | | 14 | 509 |
| 367: | Turkeys | The turkeys wade the close to catch the bees | | 12 | 372 |
| 368: | Twilight. | The setting Sun withdraws his yellow light, | | 14 | 534 |
| 369: | Two Sonnets To Mary | I met thee like the morning, though more fair, | | 28 | 442 |
| 370: | What is Life? | And what is Life?--An hour-glass on the run, | | 33 | 395 |
| 371: | What Is Life? | And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, | | 24 | 413 |
| 372: | When Shall We Meet Again? | How many times Spring blossoms meek | | 24 | 501 |
| 373: | Where She Told Her Love | I saw her crop a rose | | 30 | 452 |
| 374: | Wild Bees | These children of the sun which summer brings | | 37 | 419 |
| 375: | William And Robin. | When I meet Peggy in my morning walk, | | 114 | 412 |
| 376: | Winter Rainbow. | Thou Winter, thou art keen, intensely keen; | | 17 | 434 |
| 377: | Winter Walk | The holly bush, a sober lump of green, | | 14 | 623 |
| 378: | Winter. | The small wind whispers through the leafless hedge | | 14 | 503 |
| 379: | Wlld Nosegay. | The yellow lambtoe I have often got, | | 14 | 495 |
| 380: | Woman. | O Woman, lovely Woman, magic flower, | | 14 | 524 |
| 381: | Written In Autumn. | Checq'd Autumn, doubly sweet is thy declining, | | 14 | 540 |
| 382: | Written In November. | Autumn, I love thy parting look to view | | 14 | 506 |
| 383: | Young Jenny | The cockchafer hums down the rut-rifted lane | | 24 | 569 |
| 384: | Young Lambs | The spring is coming by a many signs; | | 14 | 504 |
