| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Dull Uncertain Brain, | A dull uncertain brain, | 1831 | 22 | 514 |
| 2: | A Letter | Dear brother, would you know the life, | 1831 | 22 | 462 |
| 3: | A Mountain Grave | Why fear to die And let thy body lie | 1831 | 21 | 473 |
| 4: | A.H. | High was her heart, and yet was well inclined, | | 4 | 483 |
| 5: | Alphonso Of Castile | I, Alphonso, live and learn, | | 82 | 408 |
| 6: | And When I Am Entombed In My Place, | And when I am entombed in my place, | 1833 | 12 | 472 |
| 7: | April | The April winds are magical | | 20 | 568 |
| 8: | Art | Give to barrows, trays and pans | | 28 | 472 |
| 9: | Artist | Quit the hut, frequent the palace, | | 4 | 519 |
| 10: | Astraea | Each the herald is who wrote | | 48 | 428 |
| 11: | Bacchus | Bring me wine, but wine which never grew | | 67 | 506 |
| 12: | Be Of Good Cheer, Brave Spirit; Steadfastly | Be of good cheer, brave spirit; steadfastly | | 16 | 413 |
| 13: | Beauty | Was never form and never face | | 26 | 573 |
| 14: | Berrying | May be true what I had heard, | | 12 | 448 |
| 15: | Birds | Darlings of children and of bard, | | 18 | 495 |
| 16: | Blight | Give me truths; For I am weary of the surfaces, | | 62 | 504 |
| 17: | Borrowing | Some of your hurts you have cured, | | 4 | 455 |
| 18: | Boston - Sicut Patribus, Sit Deus Nobis | The rocky nook with hilltops three | | 119 | 360 |
| 19: | Boston Hymn | The word of the Lord by night | | 88 | 390 |
| 20: | Botanist | Go thou to thy learned task, | | 4 | 462 |
| 21: | Brahma | If the red slayer think he slays, | | 16 | 401 |
| 22: | Caritas | In the suburb, in the town, | | 8 | 497 |
| 23: | Casella | Test of the poet is knowledge of love, | | 4 | 442 |
| 24: | Character | The sun set, but set not his hope: | | 10 | 479 |
| 25: | Circles | Nature centres into balls, | | 6 | 508 |
| 26: | Climacteric | I am not wiser for my age, | | 4 | 445 |
| 27: | Compensation | Why should I keep holiday | | 8 | 414 |
| 28: | Compensation | The wings of Time are black and white, | | 28 | 461 |
| 29: | Concord Hymn | By the rude bridge that arched the flood, | | 16 | 533 |
| 30: | Cosmos | Who saw the hid beginnings | | 28 | 443 |
| 31: | Culture | Can rules or tutors educate | | 11 | 472 |
| 32: | Cupido | The solid, solid universe Is pervious to Love; | | 10 | 443 |
| 33: | Day By Day Returns | Day by day returns The everlasting sun, | 1831 | 8 | 416 |
| 34: | Days | Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, | | 11 | 414 |
| 35: | Destiny | That you are fair or wise is vain, | | 50 | 451 |
| 36: | Dirge | I reached the middle of the mount | | 60 | 474 |
| 37: | Each And All | Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown | | 51 | 452 |
| 38: | Earth-Song | Mine and yours; Mine, not yours. Earth endures; | | 36 | 482 |
| 39: | Epitaph | Bethink, poor heart, what bitter kind of jest | | 8 | 420 |
| 40: | Eros | The sense of the world is short, | | 6 | 429 |
| 41: | Eros | They put their finger on their lip, | | 5 | 448 |
| 42: | Étienne De La Boéce | I serve you not, if you I follow, | | 24 | 369 |
| 43: | Excelsior | Over his head were the maple buds, | | 4 | 490 |
| 44: | Experience | The lords of life, the lords of life, | | 21 | 408 |
| 45: | Fable | The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, | | 19 | 593 |
| 46: | Fame | Ah Fate, cannot a man | 1824 | 30 | 418 |
| 47: | Fate | Deep in the man sits fast his fate | | 16 | 521 |
| 48: | Fate | Her planted eye to-day controls, | | 4 | 458 |
| 49: | Forbearance | Hast thou named all the birds without a gun? | | 8 | 377 |
| 50: | Forerunners | Long I followed happy guides, | | 38 | 405 |
| 51: | Forester | He took the color of his vest | | 4 | 459 |
| 52: | Fragments On Nature And Life - Life | A train of gay and clouded days | | 146 | 442 |
| 53: | Fragments On Nature And Life - Nature | The patient Pan, Drunken with nectar, | | 143 | 684 |
| 54: | Fragments On Nature And Life - The Earth | Our eyeless bark sails free | | 4 | 438 |
| 55: | Fragments On Nature And Life - The Heavens | Wisp and meteor nightly falling, | | 2 | 528 |
| 56: | Fragments On Nature And Life - Transition | See yonder leafless trees against the sky, | | 19 | 409 |
| 57: | Fragments On The Poet And The Poetic Gift | There are beggars in Iran and Araby, | | 321 | 434 |
| 58: | Freedom | Once I wished I might rehearse | | 24 | 443 |
| 59: | Friendship | A ruddy drop of manly blood | | 20 | 536 |
| 60: | Friendship | Thou foolish Hafiz! Say, do churls | | 12 | 420 |
| 61: | From Alcuin | The sea is the road of the bold, | | 4 | 511 |
| 62: | From Ali Ben Abu Taleb | He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, | | 6 | 394 |
| 63: | From Hafiz | I said to heaven that glowed above, | | 16 | 407 |
| 64: | From Ibn Jemin | Two things thou shalt not long for, if thou love a mind serene; | | 4 | 388 |
| 65: | From Omar Khayyam | Each spot where tulips prank their state | | 8 | 423 |
| 66: | From The Phi Beta Kappa Poem | Ill fits the abstemious Muse a crown to weave | 1834 | 22 | 390 |
| 67: | Gardener | True Brahmin, in the morning meadows wet, | | 4 | 485 |
| 68: | Gifts | Gifts of one who loved me, | | 4 | 433 |
| 69: | Give All To Love | Give all to love; Obey thy heart; | | 49 | 473 |
| 70: | Good Hope | The cup of life is not so shallow | 1827 | 8 | 451 |
| 71: | Good-Bye | Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home: | | 30 | 431 |
| 72: | Grace | How much, preventing God, how much I owe | | 8 | 488 |
| 73: | Greek: Adakryn Nemontai Aiona | A New commandment,' said the smiling Muse, | | 5 | 409 |
| 74: | Guy | Mortal mixed of middle clay, | | 50 | 539 |
| 75: | Hafiz | Her passions the shy violet | | 4 | 414 |
| 76: | Hamatreya | Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, | | 64 | 412 |
| 77: | Heri, Cras, Hodie | Shines the last age, the next with hope is seen, | | 4 | 422 |
| 78: | Hermione | On a mound an Arab lay, | | 78 | 437 |
| 79: | Heroism | Ruby wine is drunk by knaves, | | 10 | 464 |
| 80: | Holidays | From fall to spring, the russet acorn, | | 20 | 454 |
| 81: | Horoscope | Ere he was born, the stars of fate | | 4 | 429 |
| 82: | Hush! | Every thought is public, | | 4 | 439 |
| 83: | Hymn | We love the venerable house | | 28 | 356 |
| 84: | Hymn | There is in all the sons of men | 1831 | 28 | 409 |
| 85: | I Bear In Youth The Sad Infirmities | I bear in youth the sad infirmities | 1827 | 8 | 437 |
| 86: | Illusions | Flow, flow the waves hated, | | 37 | 455 |
| 87: | In Memoriam E.B.E. | I mourn upon this battle-field, | | 116 | 398 |
| 88: | Initial, Daemonic And Celestial Love | Venus, when her son was lost, | | 413 | 415 |
| 89: | Inscription For A Well In Memory Of The Martyrs Of The War | Fall, stream, from Heaven to bless; return as well; | | 2 | 373 |
| 90: | Insight | Power that by obedience grows, | | 6 | 434 |
| 91: | Intellect | Go, speed the stars of Thought | | 4 | 464 |
| 92: | Intellect | Gravely it broods apart on joy, | | 2 | 401 |
| 93: | Letters | Every day brings a ship, | | 6 | 420 |
| 94: | Limits | Who knows this or that? | | 12 | 449 |
| 95: | Lines To Ellen | Tell me, maiden, dost thou use | 1829 | 22 | 365 |
| 96: | Lines Written By Ellen Louisa Tucker Shortly Before Her Marriage To Mr. Emerson | Love scatters oil On Life's dark sea, | | 28 | 405 |
| 97: | Love | Love on his errand bound to go | | 4 | 516 |
| 98: | Love And Thought | Two well-assorted travellers use | | 12 | 442 |
| 99: | Maia | Illusion works impenetrable, | | 19 | 431 |
| 100: | Maiden Speech Of The Aeolian Harp | Soft and softlier hold me, friends! | | 23 | 422 |
| 101: | Manners | Grace, Beauty and Caprice | | 20 | 439 |
| 102: | May-Day | Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring, | | 523 | 401 |
| 103: | Memory | Night-dreams trace on Memory's wall | | 4 | 470 |
| 104: | Merlin I | Thy trivial harp will never please | | 77 | 455 |
| 105: | Merlin II | The rhyme of the poet Modulates the king's affairs; | | 53 | 440 |
| 106: | Merlin's Song | Of Merlin wise I learned a song, | | 40 | 429 |
| 107: | Merops | What care I, so they stand the same, | | 12 | 396 |
| 108: | Mithridates | I cannot spare water or wine, | | 32 | 406 |
| 109: | Monadnoc | Thousand minstrels woke within me, | | 408 | 385 |
| 110: | Monadnoc From Afar | Dark flower of Cheshire garden, | | 12 | 474 |
| 111: | Music | Let me go where'er I will, | | 18 | 621 |
| 112: | Musketaquid | Because I was content with these poor fields, | | 84 | 433 |
| 113: | My Garden | If I could put my woods in song | | 64 | 396 |
| 114: | Nahant | All day the waves assailed the rock, | | 4 | 504 |
| 115: | Nature | A subtle chain of countless rings | | 18 | 500 |
| 116: | Nature | Boon Nature yields each day a brag which we now first behold, | | 4 | 592 |
| 117: | Nature I | Winters know Easily to shed the snow, | | 21 | 454 |
| 118: | Nature II | She is gamesome and good, | | 23 | 421 |
| 119: | Nature In Leasts | As sings the pine-tree in the wind, | | 4 | 518 |
| 120: | Nemesis | Already blushes on thy cheek | | 16 | 392 |
| 121: | Night In June | I left my dreary page and sallied forth, | | 20 | 442 |
| 122: | Northman | The gale that wrecked you on the sand, | | 4 | 422 |
| 123: | October | October woods wherein | | 11 | 437 |
| 124: | Ode - Inscribed To W.H. Channing | Though loath to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, | | 97 | 352 |
| 125: | Ode Sung In The Town Hall, Concord, July 4, 1857 | O tenderly the haughty day | | 40 | 387 |
| 126: | Ode To Beauty | Who gave thee, O Beauty, | | 99 | 462 |
| 127: | Orator | He who has no hands | | 4 | 419 |
| 128: | Pan | O what are heroes, prophets, men, | | 12 | 466 |
| 129: | Pericles | Well and wisely said the Greek, | | 4 | 437 |
| 130: | Peter's Field | Knows he who tills this lonely field | | 40 | 428 |
| 131: | Philosopher | Philosophers are lined with eyes within, | | 12 | 369 |
| 132: | Poet | Ever the Poet from the land | | 4 | 439 |
| 133: | Poet | To clothe the fiery thought | | 4 | 434 |
| 134: | Politics | Gold and iron are good | | 26 | 416 |
| 135: | Power | His tongue was framed to music, | | 4 | 413 |
| 136: | Power | Cast the bantling on the rocks, | | 4 | 349 |
| 137: | Prayer | When success exalts thy lot, | 1826 | 8 | 480 |
| 138: | Promise | In countless upward-striving waves | | 10 | 445 |
| 139: | Prudence | Theme no poet gladly sung, | | 6 | 421 |
| 140: | Rex | The bard and mystic held me for their own, | | 11 | 420 |
| 141: | Riches | Have ye seen the caterpillar | | 12 | 378 |
| 142: | Rubies | They brought me rubies from the mine, | | 12 | 388 |
| 143: | S.H. | With beams December planets dart | | 4 | 398 |
| 144: | Saadi | Trees in groves, Kine in droves, | | 176 | 432 |
| 145: | Sacrifice | Though love repine, and reason chafe, | | 4 | 430 |
| 146: | Seashore | I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea | | 50 | 454 |
| 147: | Security | Though her eye seek other forms | 1829 | 12 | 383 |
| 148: | Self-Reliance | Henceforth, please God, forever I forego | | 5 | 351 |
| 149: | September | In the turbulent beauty | | 16 | 435 |
| 150: | Shakspeare | I see all human wits Are measured but a few; | | 4 | 478 |
| 151: | Solution | I am the Muse who sung alway | | 72 | 391 |
| 152: | Song Of Nature | Mine are the night and morning, | | 84 | 429 |
| 153: | Song Of Seyd Nimetollah Of Kuhistan | Spin the ball! I reel, I burn, | | 34 | 380 |
| 154: | Sonnet Of Michel Angelo Buonarotti | Never did sculptor's dream unfold | | 14 | 352 |
| 155: | Spiritual Laws | The living Heaven thy prayers respect, | | 12 | 406 |
| 156: | Sunrise | Would you know what joy is hid | | 37 | 405 |
| 157: | Sursum Corda | Seek not the spirit, if it hide | | 11 | 381 |
| 158: | Suum Cuique | Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill? | | 22 | 355 |
| 159: | Terminus | It is time to be old, To take in sail: | | 40 | 507 |
| 160: | The Adirondacs | Wise and polite,--and if I drew | | 349 | 405 |
| 161: | The Amulet | Your picture smiles as first it smiled; | | 12 | 422 |
| 162: | The Apology | Think me not unkind and rude | | 20 | 434 |
| 163: | The Bell | I love thy music, mellow bell, | 1823 | 16 | 409 |
| 164: | The Bohemian Hymn | In many forms we try | | 12 | 454 |
| 165: | The Chartist's Complaint | Day! hast thou two faces, | | 18 | 353 |
| 166: | The Day's Ration | When I was born, From all the seas of strength Fate filled a chalice, | | 32 | 353 |
| 167: | The Enchanter | In the deep heart of man a poet dwells | | 15 | 409 |
| 168: | The Exile | In Farsistan the violet spreads | | 20 | 400 |
| 169: | The Exile | The heavy blue chain | | 5 | 366 |
| 170: | The Flute | Hark, what, now loud, now low, the pining flute complains, | | 4 | 407 |
| 171: | The Garden | Many things the garden shows, | | 13 | 353 |
| 172: | The Harp | One musician is sure, | | 127 | 385 |
| 173: | The House | There is no architect | | 24 | 390 |
| 174: | The Humble-Bee | Burly, dozing humble-bee, | | 63 | 357 |
| 175: | The Informing Spirit | There is no great and no small | | 8 | 459 |
| 176: | The Last Farewell | Farewell, ye lofty spires | | 54 | 423 |
| 177: | The Little Needle Always Knows The North, | The little needle always knows the North, | 1832 | 5 | 346 |
| 178: | The Miracle | I have trod this path a hundred times | | 36 | 378 |
| 179: | The Nun's Aspiration | The yesterday doth never smile, | | 49 | 461 |
| 180: | The Park | The prosperous and beautiful | | 16 | 386 |
| 181: | The Past | The debt is paid, The verdict said, The Furies laid, | | 21 | 386 |
| 182: | The Poet | Right upward on the road of fame | | 307 | 380 |
| 183: | The Problem | I like a church; I like a cowl; | | 72 | 381 |
| 184: | The Rhodora: | In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, | | 16 | 347 |
| 185: | The River | And I behold once more | 1827 | 42 | 416 |
| 186: | The Romany Girl | The sun goes down, and with him takes | | 28 | 383 |
| 187: | The Snow-Storm | Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, | | 28 | 389 |
| 188: | The Sphinx | The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: | | 132 | 317 |
| 189: | The Summons | A sterner errand to the silken troop | 1826 | 24 | 374 |
| 190: | The Test | I hung my verses in the wind, | | 14 | 402 |
| 191: | The Titmouse | You shall not be overbold | | 104 | 344 |
| 192: | The Violet | Why lingerest thou, pale violet, to see the dying year; | | 16 | 365 |
| 193: | The Visit | Askest, 'How long thou shalt stay?' | | 30 | 423 |
| 194: | The Walk | A Queen rejoices in her peers, | | 8 | 439 |
| 195: | The Waterfall | A patch of meadow upland | | 20 | 400 |
| 196: | The World-Soul | Thanks to the morning light, | | 112 | 419 |
| 197: | Thine Eyes Still Shined | Thine eyes still shined for me, though far | | 12 | 377 |
| 198: | Thought | I am not poor, but I am proud, | 1823 | 8 | 390 |
| 199: | Threnody | The South-wind brings | | 289 | 421 |
| 200: | To Ellen | And Ellen, when the graybeard years | | 12 | 375 |
| 201: | To Ellen At The South | The green grass is bowing, | | 36 | 322 |
| 202: | To Eva | O fair and stately maid, whose eyes | | 12 | 392 |
| 203: | To J.W. | Set not thy foot on graves; | | 23 | 367 |
| 204: | To Rhea | Thee, dear friend, a brother soothes, | | 75 | 387 |
| 205: | To The Shah From Enweri | Not in their houses stand the stars, | | 2 | 369 |
| 206: | To The Shah From Enweri | From thy worth and weight the stars gravitate, | | 2 | 360 |
| 207: | To The Shah From Hafiz | Thy foes to hunt, thy enviers to strike down, | | 2 | 327 |
| 208: | To-Day | I rake no coffined clay, nor publish wide | 1824 | 18 | 342 |
| 209: | Two Rivers | Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, | | 20 | 358 |
| 210: | Una | Roving, roving, as it seems, | | 24 | 396 |
| 211: | Unity | Space is ample, east and west, | | 11 | 416 |
| 212: | Uriel | It fell in the ancient periods | | 56 | 398 |
| 213: | Vast The Realm Of Being Is, | Vast the realm of Being is, | 1831 | 5 | 391 |
| 214: | Voluntaries | Low and mournful be the strain, | | 122 | 327 |
| 215: | Waldeinsamkeit | I do not count the hours I spend | | 48 | 399 |
| 216: | Walden | In my garden three ways meet, | | 48 | 416 |
| 217: | Water | The water understands Civilization well; | | 12 | 472 |
| 218: | Wealth | Who shall tell what did befall, | | 49 | 391 |
| 219: | Webster | Let Webster's lofty face | 1831 | 6 | 352 |
| 220: | Woodnotes I | When the pine tosses its cones | | 146 | 412 |
| 221: | Woodnotes II | As sunbeams stream through liberal space | | 318 | 397 |
| 222: | Worship | This is he, who, felled by foes, | | 23 | 394 |
| 223: | Written At Rome | Alone in Rome. Why, Rome is lonely too; | 1833 | 27 | 388 |
| 224: | Written In A Volume Of Goethe | Six thankful weeks,--and let it be | | 8 | 331 |
| 225: | Written In Naples | We are what we are made; each following day | 1833 | 27 | 311 |
| 226: | Xenophanes | By fate, not option, frugal Nature gave | | 19 | 477 |
