| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Bridal Song. | The golden gates of Sleep unbar | 1821 | 18 | 371 |
| 2: | A Dialogue. | For my dagger is bathed in the blood of the brave, | | 44 | 385 |
| 3: | A Dirge. | Rough wind, that moanest loud | 1822 | 8 | 359 |
| 4: | A Fragment: To Music. | Silver key of the fountain of tears, | 1817 | 5 | 339 |
| 5: | A Hate-Song. | A hater he came and sat by a ditch, | 1817 | 4 | 384 |
| 6: | A Lament. | O world! O life! O time! | 1821 | 10 | 349 |
| 7: | A New National Anthem. | God prosper, speed,and save, | 1819 | 42 | 304 |
| 8: | A Summer Evening Churchyard. | The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere | | 30 | 401 |
| 9: | A Tale Of Society As It Is: From Facts, 1811. | She was an aged woman; and the years | 1811 | 79 | 293 |
| 10: | A Vision Of The Sea. | Tis the terror of tempest. The rags of the sail | 1820 | 169 | 397 |
| 11: | Adonais. | I weep for Adonais--he is dead! | | 550 | 272 |
| 12: | Adonais. An Elegy On The Death Of John Keats, Author Of Endymion, Hyperion, Etc. | I weep for Adonais - he is dead! | | 496 | 312 |
| 13: | Alastor: Or, The Spirit Of Solitude. | Earth, Ocean, Air, beloved brotherhood! | | 727 | 321 |
| 14: | An Allegory. | A portal as of shadowy adamant | 1820 | 15 | 283 |
| 15: | An Exhortation. | Chameleons feed on light and air: | 1819 | 27 | 381 |
| 16: | An Ode, Written October, 1819, Before The Spaniards Had Recovered Their Liberty. | Arise, arise, arise! | 1819 | 35 | 291 |
| 17: | Another Fragment: To Music. | No, Music, thou art not the 'food of Love.' | 1817 | 3 | 302 |
| 18: | Another Version Of The Same. (A Bridal Song) | Night! with all thine eyes look down! | 1821 | 37 | 330 |
| 19: | Arethusa. | Arethusa arose | 1820 | 90 | 333 |
| 20: | Autumn: A Dirge. | The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, | 1820 | 22 | 311 |
| 21: | Bereavement. | How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner, | | 16 | 271 |
| 22: | Bigotry's Victim. | Dares the lama, most fleet of the sons of the wind, | | 36 | 299 |
| 23: | Buona Notte. | Buona notte, buona notte!' - Come mai | 1820 | 12 | 318 |
| 24: | Cancelled Passage Of Mont Blanc. | There is a voice, not understood by all, | 1816 | 5 | 312 |
| 25: | Cancelled Passage Of The Ode To Liberty. | Within a cavern of man's trackless spirit | 1820 | 7 | 280 |
| 26: | Cancelled Stanza Of The Mask Of Anarchy. | From the cities where from caves, | 1819 | 4 | 283 |
| 27: | Cancelled Stanza. | Gather, O gather, | 1819 | 7 | 267 |
| 28: | Charles The First. | Place, for the Marshal of the Masque! | | 1116 | 271 |
| 29: | Death. | They die - the dead return not - Misery | 1817 | 16 | 313 |
| 30: | Death. | Death is here and death is there, | 1820 | 15 | 361 |
| 31: | Despair. | And canst thou mock mine agony, thus calm | | 36 | 337 |
| 32: | Despair. Song. | Ask not the pallid stranger's woe, | 1810 | 28 | 287 |
| 33: | Dirge For The Year. | Orphan Hours, the Year is dead, | 1821 | 24 | 289 |
| 34: | Epigram 1. - To Stella. | Thou wert the morning star among the living, | | 4 | 303 |
| 35: | Epigram 2. - Kissing Helena. | Kissing Helena, together | | 6 | 323 |
| 36: | Epigram 3. - Spirit Of Plato. | Eagle! why soarest thou above that tomb? | | 6 | 407 |
| 37: | Epigram 4. - Circumstance. | A man who was about to hang himself, | | 8 | 294 |
| 38: | Epipsychidion. Verses Addressed To The Noble And Unfortunate Lady, Emilia V - | Sweet Spirit! Sister of that orphan one, | | 608 | 320 |
| 39: | Epitaph. | These are two friends whose lives were undivided; | 1822 | 4 | 323 |
| 40: | Epitaphium. [Latin Version Of The Epitaph In Gray's Elegy.] | Hic sinu fessum caput hospitali | | 24 | 585 |
| 41: | Epithalamium. Another Version Of 'A Bridal Song'. | Night, with all thine eyes look down! | 1821 | 36 | 308 |
| 42: | Evening. To Harriet. | O thou bright Sun! beneath the dark blue line | | 14 | 316 |
| 43: | Evening: Ponte Al Mare, Pisa | The sun is set; the swallows are asleep; | 1821 | 24 | 285 |
| 44: | Eyes: A Fragment. | How eloquent are eyes! | | 13 | 303 |
| 45: | Feelings Of A Republican On The Fall Of Bonaparte. | I hated thee, fallen tyrant! I did groan | | 14 | 330 |
| 46: | Fiordispina. | The season was the childhood of sweet June, | 1820 | 81 | 261 |
| 47: | Fragment From The Wandering Jew. | The Elements respect their Maker's seal! | | 10 | 285 |
| 48: | Fragment Of A Ghost Story. | A shovel of his ashes took | 1816 | 8 | 288 |
| 49: | Fragment Of A Satire On Satire. | If gibbets, axes, confiscations, chains, | 1820 | 49 | 336 |
| 50: | Fragment Of A Sonnet. Farewell To North Devon. | Where man's profane and tainting hand | | 6 | 272 |
| 51: | Fragment Of A Sonnet. To Harriet. | Ever as now with Love and Virtue's glow | | 4 | 308 |
| 52: | Fragment Of The Elegy On The Death Of Adonis. | I mourn Adonis dead - loveliest Adonis | | 47 | 351 |
| 53: | Fragment Of The Elegy On The Death Of Bion. | Ye Dorian woods and waves, lament aloud, | | 13 | 329 |
| 54: | Fragment On Keats. | Here lieth One whose name was writ on water. | 1821 | 8 | 261 |
| 55: | Fragment, Or The Triumph Of Conscience. | Twas dead of the night when I sate in my dwelling, | | 19 | 325 |
| 56: | Fragment. | Yes! all is past - swift time has fled away, | | 31 | 321 |
| 57: | Fragment. Adapted From The Vita Nuova Of Dante. | What Mary is when she a little smiles | | 3 | 261 |
| 58: | Fragment: "Amor Aeternus". | Wealth and dominion fade into the mass | 1817 | 6 | 324 |
| 59: | Fragment: "Igniculus Desiderii". | To thirst and find no fill - to wail and wander | 1817 | 8 | 310 |
| 60: | Fragment: 'A Gentle Story Of Two Lovers Young'. | A gentle story of two lovers young, | 1819 | 10 | 310 |
| 61: | Fragment: 'Alas! This Is Not What I Thought Life Was'. | Alas! this is not what I thought life was. | 1820 | 9 | 298 |
| 62: | Fragment: 'And That I Walk Thus Proudly Crowned'. | And that I walk thus proudly crowned withal | 1821 | 4 | 275 |
| 63: | Fragment: 'Follow To The Deep Wood's Weeds'. | Follow to the deep wood's weeds, | 1819 | 7 | 303 |
| 64: | Fragment: 'Great Spirit'. | Great Spirit whom the sea of boundless thought | 1821 | 4 | 283 |
| 65: | Fragment: 'I Faint, I Perish With My Love!'. | I faint, I perish with my love! I grow | 1821 | 5 | 270 |
| 66: | Fragment: 'I Stood Upon A Heaven-Cleaving Turret'. | I stood upon a heaven-cleaving turret | 1821 | 9 | 331 |
| 67: | Fragment: 'I Would Not Be A King'. | I would not be a king - enough | 1821 | 11 | 274 |
| 68: | Fragment: 'Is It That In Some Brighter Sphere'. | Is it that in some brighter sphere | 1819 | 8 | 267 |
| 69: | Fragment: 'Methought I Was A Billow In The Crowd'. | Methought I was a billow in the crowd | 1821 | 8 | 309 |
| 70: | Fragment: 'My Head Is Wild With Weeping'. | My head is wild with weeping for a grief | 1818 | 6 | 297 |
| 71: | Fragment: 'O Thou Immortal Deity'. | O thou immortal deity | 1821 | 5 | 304 |
| 72: | Fragment: 'Such Hope, As Is The Sick Despair Of Good'. | Such hope, as is the sick despair of good, | 1820 | 5 | 257 |
| 73: | Fragment: 'The Death Knell Is Ringing'. | The death knell is ringing | 1821 | 5 | 332 |
| 74: | Fragment: 'The Rude Wind Is Singing'. | The rude wind is singing | 1821 | 4 | 326 |
| 75: | Fragment: 'The Viewless And Invisible Consequence'. | The viewless and invisible Consequence | 1820 | 5 | 264 |
| 76: | Fragment: 'Unrisen Splendour Of The Brightest Sun'. | Unrisen splendour of the brightest sun, | 1820 | 5 | 288 |
| 77: | Fragment: 'Wake The Serpent Not'. | Wake the serpent not - lest he | 1819 | 9 | 375 |
| 78: | Fragment: 'What Men Gain Fairly'. | What men gain fairly - that they should possess, | 1819 | 9 | 281 |
| 79: | Fragment: 'When A Lover Clasps His Fairest'. | When a lover clasps his fairest, | 1819 | 10 | 302 |
| 80: | Fragment: 'When Soft Winds And Sunny Skies'. | When soft winds and sunny skies | 1821 | 7 | 242 |
| 81: | Fragment: 'Ye Gentle Visitations Of Calm Thought'. | Ye gentle visitations of calm thought | 1819 | 6 | 302 |
| 82: | Fragment: A Roman's Chamber. | In the cave which wild weeds cover | 1819 | 9 | 300 |
| 83: | Fragment: A Serpent-Face. | His face was like a snake's - wrinkled and loose | 1820 | 2 | 290 |
| 84: | Fragment: A Tale Untold. | One sung of thee who left the tale untold, | 1819 | 4 | 303 |
| 85: | Fragment: A Wanderer. | He wanders, like a day-appearing dream, | 1821 | 4 | 282 |
| 86: | Fragment: Apostrophe To Silence. | Silence! Oh, well are Death and Sleep and Thou | 1818 | 9 | 294 |
| 87: | Fragment: Beauty's Halo. | Thy beauty hangs around thee like | 1821 | 4 | 316 |
| 88: | Fragment: Death In Life. | My head is heavy, my limbs are weary, | 1820 | 2 | 296 |
| 89: | Fragment: Home. | Dear home, thou scene of earliest hopes and joys, | 1816 | 3 | 311 |
| 90: | Fragment: Life Rounded With Sleep. | The babe is at peace within the womb; | 1821 | 3 | 292 |
| 91: | Fragment: Love The Universe To-Day. | And who feels discord now or sorrow? | 1819 | 4 | 282 |
| 92: | Fragment: Love'S Tender Atmosphere. | There is a warm and gentle atmosphere | 1819 | 5 | 275 |
| 93: | Fragment: May The Limner. | When May is painting with her colours gay | 1821 | 2 | 314 |
| 94: | Fragment: Milton's Spirit. | I dreamed that Milton's spirit rose, and took | 1820 | 6 | 282 |
| 95: | Fragment: Music And Sweet Poetry. | How sweet it is to sit and read the tales | 1819 | 4 | 265 |
| 96: | Fragment: Omens. | Hark! the owlet flaps his wings | | 4 | 282 |
| 97: | Fragment: Pater Omnipotens. | Serene in his unconquerable might | 1820 | 9 | 311 |
| 98: | Fragment: Rain. | The fitful alternations of the rain, | 1819 | 4 | 307 |
| 99: | Fragment: Rain. | The gentleness of rain was in the wind. | 1821 | 1 | 317 |
| 100: | Fragment: Rome And Nature. | Rome has fallen, ye see it lying | 1819 | 3 | 272 |
| 101: | Fragment: Satan Broken Loose. | A golden-winged Angel stood | 1817 | 15 | 292 |
| 102: | Fragment: Sufficient Unto The Day. | Is not to-day enough? Why do I peer | 1819 | 8 | 283 |
| 103: | Fragment: Supposed To Be An Epithalamium Of Francis Ravaillac And Charlotte Corday. | Tis midnight now - athwart the murky air, | | 110 | 279 |
| 104: | Fragment: The Deserts Of Dim Sleep. | I went into the deserts of dim sleep | 1820 | 3 | 296 |
| 105: | Fragment: The False Laurel And The True. | What art thou, Presumptuous, who profanest | 1821 | 13 | 304 |
| 106: | Fragment: The Lady Of The South. | Faint with love, the Lady of the South | 1821 | 5 | 284 |
| 107: | Fragment: The Lake's Margin. | The fierce beasts of the woods and wildernesses | | 4 | 302 |
| 108: | Fragment: The Sepulchre Of Memory. | And where is truth? On tombs? for such to thee | 1819 | 4 | 373 |
| 109: | Fragment: The Vine-Shroud. | Flourishing vine, whose kindling clusters glow | 1818 | 4 | 268 |
| 110: | Fragment: Thoughts Come And Go In Solitude. | My thoughts arise and fade in solitude, | 1817 | 5 | 314 |
| 111: | Fragment: To A Friend Released From Prison. | For me, my friend, if not that tears did tremble | 1817 | 10 | 330 |
| 112: | Fragment: To Byron. | O mighty mind, in whose deep stream this age | 1818 | 3 | 273 |
| 113: | Fragment: To Italy. | As the sunrise to the night, | 1819 | 6 | 368 |
| 114: | Fragment: To One Singing. | My spirit like a charmed bark doth swim | 1817 | 6 | 259 |
| 115: | Fragment: To The Mind Of Man. | Thou living light that in thy rainbow hues | 1820 | 17 | 301 |
| 116: | Fragment: To The Moon. | Bright wanderer, fair coquette of Heaven, | 1822 | 6 | 363 |
| 117: | Fragment: To The People Of England. | People of England, ye who toil and groan, | 1819 | 7 | 261 |
| 118: | Fragment: Wedded Souls. | I am as a spirit who has dwelt | 1819 | 12 | 275 |
| 119: | Fragment: Wine Of The Fairies. | I am drunk with the honey wine | 1819 | 11 | 290 |
| 120: | Fragment: Zephyrus The Awakener. | Come, thou awakener of the spirit's ocean, | 1821 | 3 | 315 |
| 121: | Fragments Supposed To Be Parts Of Otho. | Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil, | 1817 | 16 | 285 |
| 122: | Fragments Written For Hellas. | Fairest of the Destinies, | 1821 | 36 | 294 |
| 123: | From The Arabic: An Imitation. | My faint spirit was sitting in the light | 1821 | 16 | 249 |
| 124: | From The Greek Of Moschus. | When winds that move not its calm surface sweep | | 14 | 268 |
| 125: | From The Original Draft Of The Poem 'To William Shelley'. | The world is now our dwelling-place; | 1817 | 17 | 358 |
| 126: | From Vergil's Fourth Georgic. | And the cloven waters like a chasm of mountains | | 21 | 284 |
| 127: | From Vergil's Tenth Eclogue. | Melodious Arethusa, o'er my verse | | 23 | 258 |
| 128: | Ghasta Or, The Avenging Demon!!! | Hark! the owlet flaps her wing, | 1809 | 207 | 274 |
| 129: | Ginevra. | Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one | 1821 | 195 | 303 |
| 130: | Good-Night. | Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill | 1820 | 12 | 333 |
| 131: | Hellas. A Lyrical Drama. | It is the day when all the sons of God | | 1550 | 277 |
| 132: | Homer's Hymn To Castor And Pollux. | Ye wild-eyed Muses, sing the Twins of Jove, | | 22 | 281 |
| 133: | Homer's Hymn To Minerva. | I sing the glorious Power with azure eyes, | | 20 | 320 |
| 134: | Homer's Hymn To The Earth: Mother Of All. | O universal Mother, who dost keep | | 28 | 245 |
| 135: | Homer's Hymn To The Moon. | Daughters of Jove, whose voice is melody, | | 29 | 287 |
| 136: | Homer's Hymn To The Sun. | Offspring of Jove, Calliope, once more | | 24 | 324 |
| 137: | Homer's Hymn To Venus. | Muse, sing the deeds of golden Aphrodite, | | 59 | 274 |
| 138: | Hymn Of Apollo. | The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie, | 1820 | 36 | 275 |
| 139: | Hymn Of Pan. | From the forests and highlands | 1820 | 36 | 299 |
| 140: | Hymn To Intellectual Beauty. | The awful shadow of some unseen Power | 1816 | 84 | 323 |
| 141: | Hymn To Mercury. (Translated From The Greek Of Homer.) | Sing, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove, | | 775 | 320 |
| 142: | In Horologium. | Inter marmoreas Leonorae pendula colles | | 4 | 360 |
| 143: | Invocation To Misery. | Come, be happy! - sit near me, | 1818 | 65 | 356 |
| 144: | Julian And Maddalo. A Conversation. | I rode one evening with Count Maddalo | | 648 | 306 |
| 145: | Letter To Maria Gisborne. | The spider spreads her webs, whether she be | | 326 | 302 |
| 146: | Liberty. | The fiery mountains answer each other; | 1820 | 21 | 346 |
| 147: | Lines To A Critic. | Honey from silkworms who can gather, | 1817 | 16 | 277 |
| 148: | Lines To A Reviewer. | Alas, good friend, what profit can you see | 1820 | 13 | 261 |
| 149: | Lines Written Among The Euganean Hills. | Many a green isle needs must be | 1818 | 373 | 274 |
| 150: | Lines Written During The Castlereagh Administration. | Corpses are cold in the tomb; | 1819 | 25 | 269 |
| 151: | Lines Written In The Bay Of Lerici. | She left me at the silent time | 1822 | 52 | 340 |
| 152: | Lines Written On Hearing The News Of The Death Of Napoleon. | What! alive and so bold, O Earth? | 1821 | 40 | 274 |
| 153: | Lines. | The cold earth slept below, | | 24 | 296 |
| 154: | Lines. | That time is dead for ever, child! | 1817 | 16 | 331 |
| 155: | Lines. | Far, far away, O ye | 1821 | 14 | 280 |
| 156: | Lines: 'We Meet Not As We Parted'. | We meet not as we parted, | 1822 | 22 | 305 |
| 157: | Lines: 'When The Lamp Is Shattered'. | When the lamp is shattered | 1822 | 32 | 305 |
| 158: | Love's Philosophy. | The fountains mingle with the river | 1819 | 16 | 316 |
| 159: | Love's Rose. | Hopes, that swell in youthful breasts, | | 21 | 309 |
| 160: | Love, Hope, Desire, And Fear. | And many there were hurt by that strong boy, | 1821 | 54 | 301 |
| 161: | Love. | Why is it said thou canst not live | | 24 | 336 |
| 162: | Marenghi. | Let those who pine in pride or in revenge, | 1818 | 164 | 274 |
| 163: | Marianne's Dream. | A pale Dream came to a Lady fair, | 1817 | 147 | 321 |
| 164: | Matilda Gathering Flowers. | And earnest to explore within - around | | 51 | 296 |
| 165: | Melody To A Scene Of Former Times. | Art thou indeed forever gone, | | 47 | 280 |
| 166: | Mighty Eagle. Supposed To Be Addressed To William Godwin. | Mighty eagle! thou that soarest | 1817 | 6 | 299 |
| 167: | Mont Blanc. Lines Written In The Vale Of Chamouni. | The everlasting universe of things | 1816 | 144 | 348 |
| 168: | Music. | I pant for the music which is divine, | 1821 | 26 | 338 |
| 169: | Mutability. | We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; | | 16 | 309 |
| 170: | Mutability. | The flower that smiles to-day | 1821 | 21 | 249 |
| 171: | Note On Poems Of 1822 | This morn thy gallant bark | 1822 | 24 | 284 |
| 172: | O That A Chariot Of Cloud Were Mine | O that a chariot of cloud were mine! | 1817 | 8 | 281 |
| 173: | Ode To Heaven. | Palace-roof of cloudless nights! | 1819 | 70 | 379 |
| 174: | Ode To Liberty. | A glorious people vibrated again | 1820 | 287 | 286 |
| 175: | Ode To Naples. | I stood within the City disinterred; | 1820 | 203 | 277 |
| 176: | Ode To The West Wind. | O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, | 1819 | 70 | 351 |
| 177: | Oedipus Tyrannus Or Swellfoot The Tyrant. A Tragedy In Two Acts | Thou supreme Goddess! by whose power divine | | 1058 | 277 |
| 178: | On A Faded Violet. | The odour from the flower is gone | 1818 | 12 | 323 |
| 179: | On A Fete At Carlton House: Fragment. | By the mossy brink, | | 4 | 294 |
| 180: | On An Icicle That Clung To The Grass Of A Grave. | Oh! take the pure gem to where southerly breezes, | | 35 | 296 |
| 181: | On Death. | The pale, the cold, and the moony smile | | 30 | 332 |
| 182: | On Fanny Godwin. | Her voice did quiver as we parted, | 1817 | 6 | 264 |
| 183: | On Leaving London For Wales. | Hail to thee, Cambria! for the unfettered wind | | 36 | 276 |
| 184: | On Robert Emmet's Grave. | No trump tells thy virtues - the grave where they rest | | 10 | 241 |
| 185: | On The Dark Height Of Jura. | Ghosts of the dead! have I not heard your yelling | | 16 | 248 |
| 186: | On The Medusa Of Leonardo Da Vinci In The Florentine Gallery. | It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky, | 1819 | 40 | 341 |
| 187: | Original Poetry By Victor And Cazire. | Here I sit with my paper, my pen and my ink, | | 856 | 239 |
| 188: | Orpheus. | Not far from hence. From yonder pointed hill, | 1820 | 131 | 371 |
| 189: | Otho. | Thou wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not be, | 1817 | 16 | 315 |
| 190: | Ozymandias. | I met a traveller from an antique land | 1817 | 14 | 391 |
| 191: | Pan, Echo, And The Satyr. From The Greek Of Moschus. | Pan loved his neighbour Echo - but that child | | 12 | 297 |
| 192: | Passage Of The Apennines. | Listen, listen, Mary mine, | 1818 | 13 | 279 |
| 193: | Peter Bell the Third | Peter Bells, one, two and three, | | 980 | 304 |
| 194: | Prince Athanase. A Fragment. | There was a youth, who, as with toil and travel, | | 327 | 221 |
| 195: | Prometheus Unbound. A Lyrical Drama In Four Acts. | Monarch of Gods and DAEmons, and all Spirits | | 3285 | 334 |
| 196: | Queen Mab. A Philosophical Poem, With Notes. | How wonderful is Death, | | 2368 | 306 |
| 197: | Remembrance. | Swifter far than summer's flight | 1821 | 24 | 347 |
| 198: | Revenge. | Ah! quit me not yet, for the wind whistles shrill, | 1809 | 65 | 268 |
| 199: | Rosalind And Helen. A Modern Eclogue. | Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. | | 1343 | 304 |
| 200: | Saint Edmond's Eve. | Oh! did you observe the Black Canon pass, | | 120 | 307 |
| 201: | Scene From 'Tasso'. | No access to the Duke! You have not said | 1818 | 40 | 259 |
| 202: | Scenes From The Faust Of Goethe. | The sun makes music as of old | | 745 | 264 |
| 203: | Scenes From The Magico Prodigioso. From The Spanish Of Calderon. | In the sweet solitude of this calm place, | | 975 | 267 |
| 204: | Similes For Two Political Characters Of 1819. | As from an ancestral oak | 1819 | 20 | 282 |
| 205: | Sister Rosa: A Ballad. | The death-bell beats! | | 100 | 268 |
| 206: | Song For 'Tasso'. | I loved - alas! our life is love; | 1818 | 21 | 329 |
| 207: | Song From The Wandering Jew. | See yon opening flower | | 8 | 309 |
| 208: | Song Of Proserpine While Gathering Flowers On The Plain Of Enna. | Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth, | 1820 | 12 | 312 |
| 209: | Song To The Men Of England. | Men of England, wherefore plough | 1819 | 32 | 295 |
| 210: | Song. | Rarely, rarely, comest thou, | 1821 | 48 | 281 |
| 211: | Song. | Cold, cold is the blast when December is howling, | | 39 | 295 |
| 212: | Song. | Come [Harriet]! sweet is the hour, | | 20 | 259 |
| 213: | Song. | Fierce roars the midnight storm | 1809 | 24 | 266 |
| 214: | Song. Hope. | And said I that all hope was fled, | 1810 | 24 | 306 |
| 215: | Song. To - [Harriet]. | Stern, stern is the voice of fate's fearful command, | | 20 | 269 |
| 216: | Song. To [Harriet]. | Ah! sweet is the moonbeam that sleeps on yon fountain, | 1810 | 16 | 271 |
| 217: | Song. Translated From The German. | Ah! grasp the dire dagger and couch the fell spear, | 1809 | | 270 |
| 218: | Song. Translated From The Italian. | Oh! what is the gain of restless care, | 1810 | 12 | 298 |
| 219: | Sonnet To Byron. | I am afraid these verses will not please you, but | 1821 | 15 | 306 |
| 220: | Sonnet. | Lift not the painted veil which those who live | 1818 | 14 | 337 |
| 221: | Sonnet. | Ye hasten to the grave! What seek ye there, | 1820 | 14 | 318 |
| 222: | Sonnet. From The Italian Of Cavalcanti. | Returning from its daily quest, my Spirit | | 14 | 261 |
| 223: | Sonnet. From The Italian Of Dante. | Guido, I would that Lapo, thou, and I, | | 14 | 256 |
| 224: | Sonnet. On Launching Some Bottles Filled With Knowledge Into The Bristol Channel. | Vessels of heavenly medicine! may the breeze | | 14 | 283 |
| 225: | Sonnet. To A Balloon Laden With Knowledge. | Bright ball of flame that through the gloom of even | | 14 | 266 |
| 226: | Sonnet: England In 1819. | An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king, | 1819 | 14 | 341 |
| 227: | Sonnet: Political Greatness. | Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, | 1821 | 14 | 271 |
| 228: | Sorrow. Song. | To me this world's a dreary blank, | 1810 | 32 | 278 |
| 229: | St. Irvyne's Tower. | How swiftly through Heaven's wide expanse | | 24 | 290 |
| 230: | Stanza From A Translation Of The Marseillaise Hymn. | Tremble, Kings despised of man! | | 9 | 256 |
| 231: | Stanza, Written At Bracknell. | Thy dewy looks sink in my breast; | | 8 | 260 |
| 232: | Stanza. | If I walk in Autumn's even | 1821 | 6 | 258 |
| 233: | Stanzas From Calderon's Cisma De Inglaterra. | Hast thou not seen, officious with delight, | | 16 | 277 |
| 234: | Stanzas Written In Dejection, Near Naples. | The sun is warm, the sky is clear, | 1818 | 45 | 278 |
| 235: | Stanzas. - April, 1814. | Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon, | 1814 | 24 | 364 |
| 236: | Summer And Winter. | It was a bright and cheerful afternoon, | 1820 | 18 | 318 |
| 237: | The Aziola. | Do you not hear the Aziola cry? | 1821 | 21 | 323 |
| 238: | The Birth Of Pleasure. | At the creation of the Earth | 1819 | 14 | 300 |
| 239: | The Boat On The Serchio. | Our boat is asleep on Serchio's stream, | 1821 | 121 | 269 |
| 240: | The Cenci. A Tragedy In Five Acts. | That matter of the murder is hushed up | | 3241 | 292 |
| 241: | The Cloud. | I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, | 1820 | 84 | 313 |
| 242: | The Cyclops. A Satyric Drama Translated From The Greek Of Euripides. | O Bacchus, what a world of toil, both now | | 1047 | 354 |
| 243: | The Daemon of the World. A Fragment. | How wonderful is Death, | | 631 | 272 |
| 244: | The Devil's Walk. A Ballad. | Once, early in the morning, Beelzebub arose, | | 142 | 251 |
| 245: | The Dirge. | Old winter was gone | 1821 | 24 | 293 |
| 246: | The Drowned Lover. | Ah! faint are her limbs, and her footstep is weary, | | 24 | 248 |
| 247: | The First Canzone Of The Convito. From The Italian Of Dante. | Ye who intelligent the Third Heaven move, | | 60 | 260 |
| 248: | The Fugitives. | The waters are flashing, | 1821 | 60 | 362 |
| 249: | The Indian Serenade. | I arise from dreams of thee | 1819 | 29 | 297 |
| 250: | The Irishman's Song. | The stars may dissolve, and the fountain of light | 1809 | 16 | 308 |
| 251: | The Isle. | There was a little lawny islet | 1822 | 11 | 339 |
| 252: | The Magnetic Lady To Her Patient. | Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain; | 1821 | 45 | 330 |
| 253: | The Mask Of Anarchy. | As I lay asleep in Italy | | 354 | 255 |
| 254: | The Past. | Wilt thou forget the happy hours | 1818 | 12 | 284 |
| 255: | The Pine Forest Of The Cascine Near Pisa. | Dearest, best and brightest, | 1822 | 116 | 282 |
| 256: | The Question. | I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, | 1820 | 40 | 273 |
| 257: | The Retrospect: Cwm Elan, 1812. | A scene, which 'wildered fancy viewed | | 154 | 276 |
| 258: | The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 1. | When the last hope of trampled France had failed | | 540 | 302 |
| 259: | The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 10. | Was there a human spirit in the steed, | | 432 | 241 |
| 260: | The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 11. | She saw me not - she heard me not - alone | | 225 | 252 |
| 261: | The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 12. | The transport of a fierce and monstrous gladness | | 379 | 240 |
| 262: | The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 2. | The starlight smile of children, the sweet looks | | 441 | 257 |
| 263: | The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 3. | What thoughts had sway o'er Cythna's lonely slumber | | 306 | 248 |
| 264: | The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 4. | The old man took the oars, and soon the bark | | 306 | 256 |
| 265: | The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 5. | Over the utmost hill at length I sped, | | 619 | 276 |
| 266: | The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 6. | Beside the dimness of the glimmering sea, | | 495 | 289 |
| 267: | The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 7. | So we sate joyous as the morning ray | | 369 | 255 |
| 268: | The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 8. | I sate beside the Steersman then, and gazing | | 270 | 303 |
| 269: | The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 9. | That night we anchored in a woody bay, | | 324 | 274 |
| 270: | The Revolt Of Islam. - To Mary - - . | So now my summer-task is ended, Mary, | | 134 | 297 |
| 271: | The Same. (From Vergil's Tenth Eclogue.) | Melodious Arethusa, o'er my verse | | 32 | 269 |
| 272: | The Sensitive Plant. | A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew, | 1820 | 338 | 306 |
| 273: | The Solitary. | Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude | | 18 | 321 |
| 274: | The Spectral Horseman. | The Spectral Horseman. | | 62 | 291 |
| 275: | The Sunset. | There late was One within whose subtle being, | 1816 | 51 | 334 |
| 276: | The Tower Of Famine. | Amid the desolation of a city, | 1820 | 22 | 280 |
| 277: | The Triumph Of Life. | Swift as a spirit hastening to his task | | 598 | 267 |
| 278: | The Two Spirits: An Allegory. | O thou, who plumed with strong desire | 1820 | 52 | 283 |
| 279: | The Wandering Jew's Soliloquy. | Is it the Eternal Triune, is it He | | 29 | 238 |
| 280: | The Waning Moon. | And like a dying lady, lean and pale, | 1820 | 6 | 312 |
| 281: | The Witch of Atlas | Before those cruel Twins, whom at one birth | | 622 | 286 |
| 282: | The Woodman And The Nightingale. | A woodman whose rough heart was out of tune | 1818 | 66 | 361 |
| 283: | The World's Wanderers. | Tell me, thou Star, whose wings of light | 1820 | 12 | 245 |
| 284: | The Zucca. | Summer was dead and Autumn was expiring, | 1822 | 82 | 307 |
| 285: | Time Long Past. | Like the ghost of a dear friend dead | 1820 | 18 | 348 |
| 286: | Time. | Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, | 1821 | 10 | 297 |
| 287: | To - . | Yet look on me - take not thine eyes away, | | 12 | 298 |
| 288: | To - . | Oh! there are spirits of the air, | | 36 | 273 |
| 289: | To - . | I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden, | 1820 | 8 | 272 |
| 290: | To - . | Music, when soft voices die, | 1821 | 8 | 308 |
| 291: | To - . | One word is too often profaned | 1821 | 15 | 227 |
| 292: | To - . | When passion's trance is overpast, | 1821 | 15 | 256 |
| 293: | To A Skylark. | Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! | 1820 | 105 | 294 |
| 294: | To A Star. | Sweet star, which gleaming o'er the darksome scene | | 15 | 282 |
| 295: | To Constantia, Singing. | Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die, | 1817 | 65 | 281 |
| 296: | To Constantia. | The rose that drinks the fountain dew | 1817 | 12 | 258 |
| 297: | To Death. | Death! where is thy victory? | | 46 | 272 |
| 298: | To Edward Williams. | The serpent is shut out from Paradise. | 1821 | 56 | 263 |
| 299: | To Emilia Viviani. | Madonna, wherefore hast thou sent to me | 1821 | 14 | 251 |
| 300: | To Harriet. | Thy look of love has power to calm | | 30 | 301 |
| 301: | To Harriet. | It is not blasphemy to hope that Heaven | | 72 | 267 |
| 302: | To Ianthe. | I love thee, Baby! for thine own sweet sake; | | 14 | 276 |
| 303: | To Ireland. | Bear witness, Erin! when thine injured isle | | 27 | 251 |
| 304: | To Jane: 'The Keen Stars Were Twinkling'. | The keen stars were twinkling, | 1822 | 24 | 306 |
| 305: | To Jane: The Invitation. | Best and brightest, come away! | 1822 | 69 | 310 |
| 306: | To Jane: The Recollection. | Now the last day of many days, | 1822 | 88 | 286 |
| 307: | To Mary (On Her Objecting To 'The Witch Of Atlas', Upon The Score Of Its Containing No Human Interest). | How, my dear Mary, are you critic-bitten | | 54 | 274 |
| 308: | To Mary - . | O Mary dear, that you were here | 1818 | 16 | 293 |
| 309: | To Mary Shelley. | My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone, | 1819 | 8 | 267 |
| 310: | To Mary Shelley. | The world is dreary, | 1819 | 6 | 294 |
| 311: | To Mary Who Died In This Opinion. | Maiden, quench the glare of sorrow | | 24 | 251 |
| 312: | To Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin. | Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed; | | 36 | 309 |
| 313: | To Miss - - [Harriet Grove] From Miss - - [Elizabeth Shelley]. | For your letter, dear - [Hattie], accept my best thanks, | | 68 | 266 |
| 314: | To Night. | Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, | 1821 | 34 | 310 |
| 315: | To Sophia [Miss Stacey]. | Thou art fair, and few are fairer | 1819 | 24 | 282 |
| 316: | To The Lord Chancellor. | Thy country's curse is on thee, darkest crest | 1817 | 66 | 290 |
| 317: | To The Moon. | Art thou pale for weariness | 1820 | 8 | 310 |
| 318: | To The Moonbeam. | Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale, | | 28 | 318 |
| 319: | To The Nile. | Month after month the gathered rains descend | 1818 | 14 | 261 |
| 320: | To The Queen Of My Heart. | Shall we roam, my love, | | 36 | 254 |
| 321: | To The Republicans Of North America. | Brothers! between you and me | | 40 | 266 |
| 322: | To William Shelley. | The billows on the beach are leaping around it, | 1817 | 52 | 268 |
| 323: | To William Shelley. | My lost William, thou in whom | 1819 | 21 | 279 |
| 324: | To William Shelley. | Thy little footsteps on the sands | 1819 | 6 | 318 |
| 325: | To Wordsworth. | Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know | | 14 | 267 |
| 326: | To-Morrow. | Where art thou, beloved To-morrow? | 1821 | 6 | 299 |
| 327: | Ugolino. | Now had the loophole of that dungeon, still | | 64 | 285 |
| 328: | Variation Of The Song Of The Moon. | As a violet's gentle eye | 1819 | 14 | 297 |
| 329: | Verses On A Cat. | A cat in distress, | | 30 | 360 |
| 330: | Victoria. | Twas dead of the night, when I sat in my dwelling; | | 19 | 237 |
| 331: | War. | Ambition, power, and avarice, now have hurled | | 88 | 311 |
| 332: | With A Guitar, To Jane. | Ariel to Miranda: - Take | 1822 | 90 | 288 |
