| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Backward Spring | The trees are afraid to put forth buds, | 1917 | 15 | 1067 |
| 2: | A Broken Appointment | You did not come, And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb. | | 16 | 528 |
| 3: | A Bygone Occasion (Song) | That night, that night, That song, that song! | | 16 | 514 |
| 4: | A Call To National Service | Up and be doing, all who have a hand | 1917 | 14 | 518 |
| 5: | A Christmas Ghost-Story | South of the Line, inland from far Durban, | 1899 | 14 | 559 |
| 6: | A Church Romance | She turned in the high pew, until her sight | | 14 | 556 |
| 7: | A Circular | As "legal representative" I read a missive not my own, | | 12 | 628 |
| 8: | A Commonplace Day | The day is turning ghost, | | 35 | 473 |
| 9: | A Confession To A Friend In Trouble | Your troubles shrink not, though I feel them less | 1866 | 14 | 492 |
| 10: | A Conversation At Dawn | He lay awake, with a harassed air, | 1910 | 196 | 477 |
| 11: | A Death-Day Recalled | Beeny did not quiver, Juliot grew not gray, | | 24 | 477 |
| 12: | A Dream Or No | Why go to Saint-Juliot? What's Juliot to me? | 1913 | 24 | 489 |
| 13: | A Dream Question | I asked the Lord: "Sire, is this true | | 24 | 481 |
| 14: | A Drizzling Easter Morning | And he is risen? Well, be it so . . . | | 14 | 480 |
| 15: | A Duettist To Her Pianoforte Song Of Silence | Since every sound moves memories, | | 32 | 537 |
| 16: | A Gentleman's Epitaph On Himself And A Lady, Who Were Buried Together | I dwelt in the shade of a city, | | 28 | 540 |
| 17: | A House With A History | There is a house in a city street | | 20 | 475 |
| 18: | A January Night | The rain smites more and more, | 1879 | 12 | 580 |
| 19: | A Jog-Trot Pair | Who were the twain that trod this track | | 24 | 470 |
| 20: | A King's Soliloquy | From the slow march and muffled drum | 1910 | 44 | 505 |
| 21: | A Kiss | By a wall the stranger now calls his, | | 16 | 520 |
| 22: | A Maiden's Pledge (Song) | I do not wish to win your vow | | 16 | 498 |
| 23: | A Man | In Casterbridge there stood a noble pile, | | 35 | 496 |
| 24: | A Man Was Drawing Near To Me | On that gray night of mournful drone, | | 30 | 706 |
| 25: | A Meeting With Despair | As evening shaped I found me on a moor | | 28 | 489 |
| 26: | A Merrymaking In Question | I will get a new string for my fiddle, | | 10 | 429 |
| 27: | A Military Appointment | So back you have come from the town, Nan, dear! | | 20 | 461 |
| 28: | A New Year's Eve In War Time | Phantasmal fears, And the flap of the flame, | | 37 | 500 |
| 29: | A Night In November | I marked when the weather changed, | | 12 | 548 |
| 30: | A Plaint To Man | When you slowly emerged from the den of Time, | 1910 | 32 | 582 |
| 31: | A Poet | Attentive eyes, fantastic heed, | 1914 | 16 | 511 |
| 32: | A Procession Of Dead Days | I see the ghost of a perished day; | | 48 | 504 |
| 33: | A Sign-Seeker | I mark the months in liveries dank and dry, | | 48 | 470 |
| 34: | A Singer Asleep | In this fair niche above the unslumbering sea, | 1910 | 52 | 433 |
| 35: | A Sound In The Night | What do I catch upon the night-wind, husband? | | 60 | 447 |
| 36: | A Spot | In years defaced and lost, | | 24 | 464 |
| 37: | A Sunday Morning Tragedy | I bore a daughter flower-fair, | 1904 | 128 | 579 |
| 38: | A Thought In Two Moods | I saw it - pink and white - revealed | | 16 | 476 |
| 39: | A Thunderstorm In Town | She wore a new "terra-cotta" dress, | | 10 | 476 |
| 40: | A Trampwoman's Tragedy | From Wynyard's Gap the livelong day, | 1902 | 104 | 511 |
| 41: | A Two-Years' Idyll | Yes; such it was; Just those two seasons unsought, | | 27 | 570 |
| 42: | A Wasted Illness | Through vaults of pain, | | 32 | 446 |
| 43: | A Week | On Monday night I closed my door, | | 21 | 434 |
| 44: | A Wet August | Nine drops of water bead the jessamine, | 1920 | 12 | 510 |
| 45: | A Wet Night | I pace along, the rain-shafts riddling me, | | 14 | 493 |
| 46: | A Wife And Another | War ends, and he's returning | | 70 | 710 |
| 47: | A Wife Comes Back | This is the story a man told me | | 42 | 605 |
| 48: | A Wife In London | She sits in the tawny vapour | | 20 | 483 |
| 49: | A Wife Waits | Will's at the dance in the Club-room below, | | 12 | 514 |
| 50: | A Woman Driving | How she held up the horses' heads, | | 20 | 444 |
| 51: | A Woman's Fancy | Ah Madam; you've indeed come back here? | | 48 | 511 |
| 52: | A Woman's Trust | If he should live a thousand years | | 24 | 471 |
| 53: | A Year Later (Serenade) | I skimmed the strings; I sang quite low; | | 24 | 492 |
| 54: | A Young Man'S Epigram On Existence | A senseless school, where we must give | 1866 | 5 | 541 |
| 55: | A Young Man's Exhortation | Call off your eyes from care | 1867 | 20 | 479 |
| 56: | Aberdeen | I looked and thought, "All is too gray and cold | | 8 | 490 |
| 57: | According To The Mighty Working | When moiling seems at cease | 1917 | 12 | 526 |
| 58: | After A Journey | Hereto I come to interview a ghost; | | 32 | 490 |
| 59: | After A Romantic Day | The railway bore him through | | 13 | 536 |
| 60: | After Reading Psalms XXXIX., XL., Etc. | Simple was I and was young; | | 24 | 688 |
| 61: | After Schiller | Knight, a true sister-love | | 8 | 425 |
| 62: | After The Club-Dance | Black'on frowns east on Maidon, | | 12 | 474 |
| 63: | After The Fair | The singers are gone from the Cornmarket-place | 1902 | 24 | 537 |
| 64: | After The Last Breath | There's no more to be done, or feared, or hoped; | 1904 | 20 | 786 |
| 65: | After The Visit | Come again to the place | | 24 | 446 |
| 66: | After The War | | | 24 | 463 |
| 67: | Afternoon Service At Mellstock | On afternoons of drowsy calm | | 12 | 534 |
| 68: | Afterwards | When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, | | 20 | 473 |
| 69: | Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave? | Ah, are you digging on my grave | | 36 | 402 |
| 70: | Amabel | I marked her ruined hues, | 1865 | 32 | 455 |
| 71: | An Ancient To Ancients | Where once we danced, where once sang, | | 70 | 499 |
| 72: | An Anniversary | It was at the very date to which we have come, | | 18 | 425 |
| 73: | An Appeal To America On Behalf Of The Belgian Destitute | Seven millions stand | 1914 | 16 | 474 |
| 74: | An August Midnight | A shaded lamp and a waving blind, | 1899 | 12 | 472 |
| 75: | An Autumn Rain-Scene | There trudges one to a merry-making | 1904 | 21 | 548 |
| 76: | An Experience | Wit, weight, or wealth there was not | | 24 | 411 |
| 77: | An Old Likeness | Who would have thought That, not having missed her | | 37 | 458 |
| 78: | An Upbraiding | Now I am dead you sing to me | | 12 | 488 |
| 79: | And There Was A Great Calm | There had been years of Passion scorching, cold, | 1918 | 45 | 481 |
| 80: | Apostrophe To An Old Psalm Tune | I met you first - ah, when did I first meet you? | 1916 | 35 | 446 |
| 81: | Aquae Sulis | The chimes called midnight, just at interlune, | | 28 | 407 |
| 82: | Architectural Masks | There is a house with ivied walls, | | 15 | 424 |
| 83: | As 'Twere To-Night (Song) | As 'twere to-night, in the brief space | | 18 | 504 |
| 84: | At A Bridal | When you paced forth, to wait maternity, | 1866 | 14 | 386 |
| 85: | At A Country Fair | At a bygone Western country fair | | 20 | 558 |
| 86: | At A Hasty Wedding - (Triolet) | If hours be years the twain are blest, | | 8 | 586 |
| 87: | At A House In Hampstead Sometime The Dwelling Of John Keats | O poet, come you haunting here | 1920 | 32 | 485 |
| 88: | At A Lunar Eclipse | Thy shadow, Earth, from Pole to Central Sea, | | 14 | 471 |
| 89: | At A Seaside Town In 1869 - Young Lover's Reverie | I went and stood outside myself, | | 48 | 440 |
| 90: | At An Inn | When we as strangers sought | | 40 | 456 |
| 91: | At Castle Boterel | As I drive to the junction of lane and highway, | 1913 | 36 | 554 |
| 92: | At Day-Close In November | The ten hours' light is abating, | | 12 | 506 |
| 93: | At Lulworth Cove A Century Back | Had I but lived a hundred years ago | 1920 | 20 | 454 |
| 94: | At Madame Tussaud's In Victorian Years | That same first fiddler who leads the orchestra to-night | | 16 | 428 |
| 95: | At Mayfair Lodgings | How could I be aware, | | 28 | 442 |
| 96: | At Middle-Field Gate In February | The bars are thick with drops that show | | 16 | 1536 |
| 97: | At Moonrise And Onwards | I thought you a fire On Heron-Plantation Hill, | | 24 | 559 |
| 98: | At The Dinner-Table | I sat at dinner in my prime, | | 24 | 413 |
| 99: | At The Entering Of The New Year | Our songs went up and out the chimney, | | 32 | 459 |
| 100: | At The Piano | A woman was playing, | | 18 | 609 |
| 101: | At The Railway Station, Upway | There is not much that I can do, | | 18 | 456 |
| 102: | At The Royal Academy | These summer landscapes clump, and copse, and croft | | 15 | 467 |
| 103: | At The War Office, London | Last year I called this world of gain-givings | | 10 | 487 |
| 104: | At The Wicket-Gate | There floated the sounds of church-chiming, | | 16 | 471 |
| 105: | At The Word "Farewell" | She looked like a bird from a cloud | | 32 | 453 |
| 106: | At Waking | When night was lifting, | 1869 | 32 | 395 |
| 107: | Autumn In King's Hintock Park | Here by the baring bough | | 24 | 501 |
| 108: | Barthelemon At Vauxhall | Francois Hippolite Barthelemon, first-fiddler at Vauxhall Gardens, | | 18 | 459 |
| 109: | Beeny Cliff | O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea, | | 15 | 436 |
| 110: | Before And After Summer | Looking forward to the spring | | 20 | 436 |
| 111: | Before Knowledge | When I walked roseless tracks and wide, | | 16 | 418 |
| 112: | Before Life And After | A time there was - as one may guess | | 16 | 446 |
| 113: | Before Marching And After | Orion swung southward aslant | 1915 | 21 | 446 |
| 114: | Bereft | In the black winter morning | 1901 | 24 | 505 |
| 115: | Bereft, She Thinks She Dreams | I dream that the dearest I ever knew | | 16 | 390 |
| 116: | Best Times | We went a day's excursion to the stream, | | 20 | 406 |
| 117: | Between Us Now | Between us now and here | | 24 | 482 |
| 118: | Beyond The Last Lamp | While rain, with eve in partnership, | | 35 | 1743 |
| 119: | Birds At Winter Nightfall - (Triolet) | Around the house the flakes fly faster, | | 8 | 462 |
| 120: | By Henstridge Cross At The Year's End | Why go the east road now? . . . | | 30 | 412 |
| 121: | By The Barrows | Not far from Mellstock - so tradition saith | | 14 | 428 |
| 122: | By The Earth's Corpse | O Lord, why grievest Thou? | | 32 | 538 |
| 123: | By The Runic Stone | By the Runic Stone | | 16 | 410 |
| 124: | Cardinal Bembo's Epitaph On Raphael | Here's one in whom Nature feared - faint at such vying | | 2 | 376 |
| 125: | Catullus: XXXI | Sirmio, thou dearest dear of strands | | 16 | 432 |
| 126: | Channel Firing | That night your great guns, unawares, | 1914 | 36 | 449 |
| 127: | Conjecture | If there were in my kalendar | | 18 | 385 |
| 128: | Copying Architecture In An Old Minster (Wimborne) | How smartly the quarters of the hour march by | | 35 | 439 |
| 129: | Could I But Will (Song) | Could I but will, Will to my bent, | | 24 | 410 |
| 130: | Cross-Currents | They parted a pallid, trembling I pair, | | 24 | 409 |
| 131: | Cry Of The Homeless - After The Prussian Invasion Of Belgium | Instigator of the ruin Whichsoever thou mayst be | 1915 | 24 | 451 |
| 132: | De Profundis - II | When the clouds' swoln bosoms echo back the shouts of the many and strong | | 16 | 476 |
| 133: | De Profundis - III | There have been times when I well might have passed and the ending have come | 1896 | 20 | 367 |
| 134: | De Profundis I | Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain | | 24 | 387 |
| 135: | Departure | While the far farewell music thins and fails, | | 14 | 415 |
| 136: | Ditty | Beneath a knap where flown | 1870 | 45 | 420 |
| 137: | Doom And She | There dwells a mighty pair | | 40 | 428 |
| 138: | Drawing Details In An Old Church | I hear the bell-rope sawing, | | 16 | 449 |
| 139: | Dream Of The City Shopwoman | Twere sweet to have a comrade here, | | 32 | 377 |
| 140: | During Wind And Rain | They sing their dearest songs | | 28 | 380 |
| 141: | Embarcation | Here, where Vespasian's legions struck the sands, | | 14 | 398 |
| 142: | End Of The Year 1912 | You were here at his young beginning, | | 14 | 434 |
| 143: | England To Germany In 1914 | O England, may God punish thee! | 1914 | 18 | 386 |
| 144: | Epeisodia | Past the hills that peep | | 24 | 410 |
| 145: | Epitaph | I never cared for Life: Life cared for me, | | 7 | 449 |
| 146: | Evelyn G. Of Christminster | I can see the towers | | 48 | 417 |
| 147: | Everything Comes | The house is bleak and cold | | 21 | 387 |
| 148: | Exeunt Omnes | Everybody else, then, going, | 1913 | 16 | 370 |
| 149: | Faintheart In A Railway Train | At nine in the morning there passed a church, | | 10 | 535 |
| 150: | Fetching Her | An hour before the dawn, | | 30 | 467 |
| 151: | First Or Last (Song) | If grief come early Joy comes late, | | 14 | 406 |
| 152: | First Sight Of Her And After | A day is drawing to its fall | | 12 | 425 |
| 153: | For Life I Had Never Cared Greatly | For Life I had never cared greatly, | | 30 | 388 |
| 154: | Former Beauties | These market-dames, mid-aged, with lips thin-drawn, | | 16 | 420 |
| 155: | Four Footprints | Here are the tracks upon the sand | | 20 | 411 |
| 156: | Fragment | At last I entered a long dark gallery, | | 26 | 394 |
| 157: | Friends Beyond | William Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough, | | 36 | 444 |
| 158: | From Her In The Country | I thought and thought of thy crass clanging town | 1866 | 14 | 396 |
| 159: | From Victor Hugo | Child, were I king, I'd yield my royal rule, | | 10 | 394 |
| 160: | Genoa And The Mediterranean | O epic-famed, god-haunted Central Sea, | | 18 | 396 |
| 161: | Geographical Knowledge | Where Blackmoor was, the road that led | | 24 | 391 |
| 162: | George Meredith | Forty years back, when much had place | 1909 | 18 | 347 |
| 163: | God's Education | I saw him steal the light away | | 20 | 381 |
| 164: | God's Funeral | I saw a slowly-stepping train | | 68 | 429 |
| 165: | God-Forgotten | I towered far, and lo! I stood within | | 48 | 378 |
| 166: | Going And Staying | The moving sun-shapes on the spray, | | 15 | 424 |
| 167: | Great Things | Sweet cyder is a great thing, | | 32 | 368 |
| 168: | Growth In May | I enter a daisy-and-buttercup land, | | 12 | 393 |
| 169: | Had You Wept | Had you wept; had you but neared me with a frail uncertain ray, | | 16 | 498 |
| 170: | Hap | If but some vengeful god would call to me | 1866 | 14 | 442 |
| 171: | Haunting Fingers - A Phantasy In A Museum Of Musical Instruments | Are you awake, Comrades, this silent night? | | 60 | 414 |
| 172: | He Abjures Love | At last I put off love, For twice ten years | 1883 | 48 | 525 |
| 173: | He Fears His Good Fortune | There was a glorious time | | 22 | 354 |
| 174: | He Follows Himself | In a heavy time I dogged myself | | 35 | 378 |
| 175: | He Prefers Her Earthly | This after-sunset is a sight for seeing, | | 15 | 401 |
| 176: | He Revisits His First School | I should not have shown in the flesh, | | 28 | 404 |
| 177: | He Wonders About Himself | No use hoping, or feeling vext, | | 12 | 400 |
| 178: | Heiress And Architect | She sought the Studios, beckoning to her side | 1867 | 60 | 408 |
| 179: | Her Apotheosis | There was a spell of leisure, | | 12 | 416 |
| 180: | Her Confession | As some bland soul, to whom a debtor says | | 14 | 417 |
| 181: | Her Death And After | Twas a death-bed summons, and forth I went | | 135 | 393 |
| 182: | Her Definition | I lingered through the night to break of day, | 1866 | 14 | 520 |
| 183: | Her Dilemma | The two were silent in a sunless church, | 1866 | 16 | 412 |
| 184: | Her Father | I met her, as we had privily planned, | | 20 | 416 |
| 185: | Her Immortality | Upon a noon I pilgrimed through | | 56 | 412 |
| 186: | Her Initials | Upon a poet's page I wrote | 1869 | 8 | 434 |
| 187: | Her Late Husband | No - not where I shall make my own; | | 30 | 404 |
| 188: | Her Love-Birds | When I looked up at my love-birds | | 24 | 395 |
| 189: | Her Reproach | Con the dead page as 'twere live love: press on! | 1867 | 14 | 394 |
| 190: | Her Secret | That love's dull smart distressed my heart | | 12 | 512 |
| 191: | Her Song | I sang that song on Sunday, | | 24 | 426 |
| 192: | Her Temple | Dear, think not that they will forget you: | | 8 | 426 |
| 193: | Heredity | I am the family face; | | 12 | 471 |
| 194: | His Country | He travels southward, and looks around; | 1913 | 30 | 399 |
| 195: | His Immortality | I saw a dead man's finer part | 1899 | 16 | 382 |
| 196: | His Visitor | I come across from Mellstock while the moon wastes weaker | 1913 | 20 | 386 |
| 197: | Honeymoon Time At An Inn | At the shiver of morning, a little before the false dawn, | | 48 | 380 |
| 198: | How Great My Grief - (Triolet) | How great my grief, my joys how few, | | 8 | 418 |
| 199: | I Found Her Out There | I found her out there On a slope few see, | | 40 | 509 |
| 200: | I Have Lived With Shades | I have lived with shades so long, | 1899 | 40 | 412 |
| 201: | I Knew A Lady (Club Song) | I knew a lady when the days | | 16 | 423 |
| 202: | I Look In Her Face (Song: Minor) | I look in her face and say, | | 12 | 384 |
| 203: | I Look Into My Glass | I look into my glass, | | 12 | 396 |
| 204: | I Looked Up From My Writing | I looked up from my writing, | | 24 | 464 |
| 205: | I Met A Man | I met a man when night was nigh, | 1916 | 42 | 515 |
| 206: | I Need Not Go | I need not go Through sleet and snow | | 32 | 442 |
| 207: | I Rose And Went To Rou'tor Town | I rose and went to Rou'tor Town | | 18 | 379 |
| 208: | I Rose Up As My Custom Is | I rose up as my custom is | | 40 | 380 |
| 209: | I Said And Sang Her Excellence - Fickle Lover's Song | I said and sang her excellence: | | 24 | 355 |
| 210: | I Said To Love | I said to Love, "It is not now as in old days | | 29 | 428 |
| 211: | I Say I'll Seek Her | I say, "I'll seek her side | | 16 | 425 |
| 212: | I Sometimes Think | I sometimes think as here I sit | | 18 | 440 |
| 213: | I Thought, My Heart | I thought, my Heart, that you had healed | | 22 | 368 |
| 214: | I Travel As A Phantom Now | I travel as a phantom now, | 1915 | 12 | 477 |
| 215: | I Was Not He (Song) | I was not he the man | | 15 | 429 |
| 216: | I Was The Midmost | I was the midmost of my world | | 18 | 395 |
| 217: | I Worked No Wile To Meet You (Song) | I worked no wile to meet you, | | 24 | 430 |
| 218: | If It's Ever Spring Again (Song) | If it's ever spring again, Spring again, | | 18 | 425 |
| 219: | If You Had Known | If you had known When listening with her to the far-down moan | 1920 | 16 | 423 |
| 220: | Imaginings | She saw herself a lady | | 18 | 402 |
| 221: | In A Cathedral City | These people have not heard your name; | | 16 | 415 |
| 222: | In A Eweleaze Near Weatherbury | The years have gathered grayly | 1890 | 24 | 404 |
| 223: | In A London Flat | You look like a widower," she said | | 24 | 435 |
| 224: | In A Museum | Here's the mould of a musical bird long passed from light, | | 8 | 409 |
| 225: | In A Waiting-Room | On a morning sick as the day of doom | | 42 | 368 |
| 226: | In A Whispering Gallery | That whisper takes the voice | | 21 | 384 |
| 227: | In A Wood | Pale beech and pine-tree blue, | | 44 | 434 |
| 228: | In Childbed | In the middle of the night | | 20 | 419 |
| 229: | In Death Divided | I shall rot here, with those whom in their day | | 25 | 417 |
| 230: | In Front Of The Landscape | | | 72 | 369 |
| 231: | In Her Precincts | Her house looked cold from the foggy lea, | | 10 | 399 |
| 232: | In The British Museum | What do you see in that time-touched stone, | | 28 | 431 |
| 233: | In The Days Of Crinoline | A plain tilt-bonnet on her head | | 30 | 405 |
| 234: | In The Garden | We waited for the sun | | 15 | 418 |
| 235: | In The Mind's Eye | That was once her casement, | | 16 | 374 |
| 236: | In The Night She Came | I told her when I left one day | | 24 | 347 |
| 237: | In The Old Theatre, Fiesole | I traced the Circus whose gray stones incline | 1887 | 14 | 401 |
| 238: | In The Servants' Quarters | Man, you too, aren't you, one of these rough followers of the criminal? | | 35 | 394 |
| 239: | In The Seventies | In the seventies I was bearing in my breast, | | 24 | 382 |
| 240: | In The Small Hours | I lay in my bed and fiddled | | 24 | 436 |
| 241: | In The Vaulted Way | In the vaulted way, where the passage turned | | 15 | 372 |
| 242: | In Time Of "The Breaking Of Nations"[1] | Only a man harrowing clods | 1915 | 12 | 416 |
| 243: | In Time Of Wars And Tumults | Would that I'd not drawn breath here!" some one said, | 1915 | 15 | 588 |
| 244: | In Vision I Roamed | In vision I roamed the flashing Firmament, | 1866 | 14 | 353 |
| 245: | Intra Sepulchrum | What curious things we said, | | 32 | 354 |
| 246: | It Never Looks Like Summer | It never looks like summer here | | 8 | 396 |
| 247: | Jezreel | Did they catch as it were in a Vision at shut of the day | 1918 | 16 | 432 |
| 248: | John And Jane | He sees the world as a boisterous place | | 16 | 425 |
| 249: | Joys Of Memory | When the spring comes round, and a certain day | | 16 | 416 |
| 250: | Jubilate | The very last time I ever was here," he said, | | 28 | 407 |
| 251: | Julie-Jane | Sing; how 'a would sing! | | 32 | 376 |
| 252: | Just The Same | I sat. It all was past; | | 12 | 413 |
| 253: | Lament | How she would have loved A party to-day! | | 44 | 455 |
| 254: | Last Words To A Dumb Friend | Pet was never mourned as you, | 1904 | 56 | 490 |
| 255: | Lausanne | A spirit seems to pass, | | 16 | 426 |
| 256: | Leipzig | Old Norbert with the flat blue cap | | 144 | 413 |
| 257: | Let Me Enjoy | Let me enjoy the earth no less | | 16 | 393 |
| 258: | Life Laughs Onward | Rambling I looked for an old abode | | 16 | 407 |
| 259: | Lines | Before we part to alien thoughts and aims, | | 40 | 402 |
| 260: | Lines To A Movement In Mozart's E-Flat Symphony | Show me again the time | 1898 | 20 | 386 |
| 261: | Logs On The Hearth | The fire advances along the log | | 16 | 377 |
| 262: | Lonely Days | Lonely her fate was, Environed from sight | | 52 | 403 |
| 263: | Long Plighted | | | 24 | 410 |
| 264: | Looking Across | It is dark in the sky, | 1915 | 25 | 416 |
| 265: | Looking At A Picture On An Anniversary | But don't you know it, my dear, | 1913 | 30 | 425 |
| 266: | Lost Love | I play my sweet old airs | | 18 | 424 |
| 267: | Love The Monopolist - Young Lover's Reverie | The train draws forth from the station-yard, | | 30 | 393 |
| 268: | Mad Judy | When the hamlet hailed a birth | | 18 | 402 |
| 269: | Meditations On A Holiday (A New Theme To An Old Folk-Jingle) | Tis May morning, All-adorning, | | 88 | 408 |
| 270: | Memory And I | O memory, where is now my youth, | | 30 | 422 |
| 271: | Men Who March Away - Song Of The Soldiers | What of the faith and fire within us | 1914 | 35 | 415 |
| 272: | Middle-Age Enthusiasms | We passed where flag and flower | | 24 | 411 |
| 273: | Midnight On The Great Western | | | 20 | 397 |
| 274: | Misconception | I busied myself to find a sure | | 24 | 382 |
| 275: | Mismet | He was leaning by a face, | | 20 | 415 |
| 276: | Molly Gone | No more summer for Molly and me; | | 30 | 384 |
| 277: | Moments Of Vision | That mirror Which makes of men a transparency, | | 20 | 401 |
| 278: | More Love Lyrics | In five-score summers! All new eyes, | 1867 | 13 | 405 |
| 279: | Murmurs In The Gloom | I wayfared at the nadir of the sun | 1899 | 30 | 502 |
| 280: | Mute Opinion | I traversed a dominion | | 16 | 409 |
| 281: | My Cicely | Alive?" And I leapt in my wonder, | | 54 | 411 |
| 282: | My Spirit Will Not Haunt The Mound | My spirit will not haunt the mound | | 15 | 367 |
| 283: | Nature's Questioning | When I look forth at dawning, pool, | | 28 | 426 |
| 284: | Near Lanivet, 1872 | There was a stunted handpost just on the crest, | | 32 | 392 |
| 285: | Neutral Tones | We stood by a pond that winter day, | 1867 | 16 | 400 |
| 286: | New Year's Eve | I have finished another year," said God, | 1906 | 30 | 395 |
| 287: | News For Her Mother | One mile more is Where your door is | | 35 | 407 |
| 288: | Night In The Old Home | When the wasting embers redden the chimney-breast, | | 16 | 378 |
| 289: | O I Won'T Lead A Homely Life | O I won't lead a homely life | | 14 | 403 |
| 290: | Often When Warring | Often when warring for he wist not what, | 1915 | 14 | 409 |
| 291: | Old Excursions | What's the good of going to Ridgeway, | 1913 | 24 | 373 |
| 292: | Old Furniture | I know not how it may be with others | | 35 | 397 |
| 293: | On A Discovered Curl Of Hair | When your soft welcomings were said, | 1913 | 18 | 405 |
| 294: | On A Fine Morning | Whence comes Solace? - Not from seeing | 1899 | 14 | 392 |
| 295: | On A Heath | I could hear a gown-skirt rustling | | 18 | 363 |
| 296: | On A Midsummer Eve | I idly cut a parsley stalk, | | 12 | 422 |
| 297: | On An Invitation To The United States | My ardours for emprize nigh lost | | 16 | 387 |
| 298: | On Christmas Eve (Serenade) | Late on Christmas Eve, in the street alone, | | 20 | 415 |
| 299: | On One Who Lived And Died Where He Was Born | When a night in November | | 44 | 385 |
| 300: | On Stinsford Hill At Midnight | I glimpsed a woman's muslined form | | 28 | 385 |
| 301: | On Sturminster Foot-Bridge - Onomatopoeic | Reticulations creep upon the slack stream's face | | 10 | 356 |
| 302: | On The Belgian Expatriation | I dreamt that people from the Land of Chimes | 1914 | 14 | 397 |
| 303: | On The Departure Platform | We kissed at the barrier; and passing through | | 24 | 416 |
| 304: | On The Doorstep | The rain imprinted the step's wet shine | 1914 | 14 | 369 |
| 305: | On The Tune Called The Old-Hundred-And-Fourth | We never sang together | | 20 | 355 |
| 306: | On The Way | The trees fret fitfully and twist, | | 20 | 398 |
| 307: | One Ralph Blossom Soliloquizes | When I am in hell or some such place, | | 26 | 374 |
| 308: | One We Knew | She told how they used to form for the country dances | 1902 | 32 | 396 |
| 309: | Outside The Casement | We sat in the room And praised her whom | | 30 | 359 |
| 310: | Overlooking The River Stour | The swallows flew in the curves of an eight | | 24 | 380 |
| 311: | Panthera | Yea, as I sit here, crutched, and cricked, and bent, | | 222 | 405 |
| 312: | Paths Of Former Time | No; no; It must not be so: | 1913 | 24 | 378 |
| 313: | Paying Calls | I went by footpath and by stile | | 16 | 372 |
| 314: | Penance | Why do you sit, O pale thin man, | | 24 | 442 |
| 315: | Places | Nobody says: Ah, that is the place | 1913 | 28 | 391 |
| 316: | Postponement | Snow-bound in woodland, a mournful word, | 1866 | 16 | 357 |
| 317: | Postscript "Men Who March Away" (Song Of The Soldiers) | What of the faith and fire within us | | 35 | 381 |
| 318: | Quid Hic Agis? | When I weekly knew An ancient pew, | 1916 | 74 | 414 |
| 319: | Rain On A Grave | Clouds spout upon her Their waters amain | 1913 | 36 | 520 |
| 320: | Rake-Hell Muses | Yes; since she knows not need, | | 68 | 464 |
| 321: | Read By Moonlight | I paused to read a letter of hers | | 18 | 415 |
| 322: | Regret Not Me | Regret not me; Beneath the sunny tree | | 30 | 396 |
| 323: | Reminiscences Of A Dancing Man | Who now remembers Almack's balls | | 30 | 453 |
| 324: | Revulsion | Though I waste watches framing words to fetter | | 14 | 382 |
| 325: | Rome - At The Pyramid Of Cestius - Near The Graves Of Shelley And Keats | Who, then, was Cestius, | 1887 | 24 | 360 |
| 326: | Rome - Building A New Street In The Ancient Quarter | These numbered cliffs and gnarls of masonry | 1887 | 14 | 383 |
| 327: | Rome - The Vatican - Sala Delle Muse | I sat in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day, | 1887 | 24 | 382 |
| 328: | Rome: On The Palatine | We walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile, | 1887 | 14 | 411 |
| 329: | Rose-Ann | Why didn't you say you was promised, Rose-Ann? | | 20 | 425 |
| 330: | Royal Sponsors | The king and the queen will stand to the child; | | 35 | 404 |
| 331: | Sacred To The Memory | That "Sacred to the Memory" | | 10 | 436 |
| 332: | San Sebastian | Why, Sergeant, stray on the Ivel Way, | | 70 | 363 |
| 333: | Sapphic Fragment | Dead shalt thou lie; and nought | | 6 | 364 |
| 334: | Satires Of Circumstances In Fifteen Glimpses - I At Tea | The kettle descants in a cozy drone, | | 12 | 421 |
| 335: | Satires Of Circumstances In Fifteen Glimpses - II In Church | And now to God the Father," he ends, | | 13 | 406 |
| 336: | Satires Of Circumstances In Fifteen Glimpses - III By Her Aunt's Grave | Sixpence a week," says the girl to her lover, | | 12 | 436 |
| 337: | Satires Of Circumstances In Fifteen Glimpses - IV In The Room Of The Bride-Elect | Would it had been the man of our wish! | | 13 | 370 |
| 338: | Satires Of Circumstances In Fifteen Glimpses - IX At The Altar-Rail | My bride is not coming, alas!" says the groom, | | 14 | 351 |
| 339: | Satires Of Circumstances In Fifteen Glimpses - V At A Watering-Place | They sit and smoke on the esplanade, | | 12 | 374 |
| 340: | Satires Of Circumstances In Fifteen Glimpses - VI In The Cemetery | You see those mothers squabbling there? | | 14 | 418 |
| 341: | Satires Of Circumstances In Fifteen Glimpses - VII Outside The Window | My stick!" he says, and turns in the lane | | 12 | 367 |
| 342: | Satires Of Circumstances In Fifteen Glimpses - VIII In The Study | He enters, and mute on the edge of a chair | | 21 | 382 |
| 343: | Satires Of Circumstances In Fifteen Glimpses - X In The Nuptial Chamber | O that mastering tune?" And up in the bed | | 12 | 424 |
| 344: | Satires Of Circumstances In Fifteen Glimpses - XI In The Restaurant | But hear. If you stay, and the child be born, | | 12 | 443 |
| 345: | Satires Of Circumstances In Fifteen Glimpses - XII At The Draper's | I stood at the back of the shop, my dear, | | 16 | 417 |
| 346: | Satires Of Circumstances In Fifteen Glimpses - XIII On The Death-Bed | I'll tell being past all praying for | | 18 | 367 |
| 347: | Satires Of Circumstances In Fifteen Glimpses - XIV Over The Coffin | They stand confronting, the coffin between, | | 14 | 382 |
| 348: | Satires Of Circumstances In Fifteen Glimpses - XV In The Moonlight | O lonely workman, standing there | | 15 | 378 |
| 349: | Saying Good-Bye (Song) | We are always saying "Good-bye, good-bye!" | | 36 | 392 |
| 350: | Seen By The Waits | Through snowy woods and shady | | 16 | 438 |
| 351: | Self-Unconscious | Along the way He walked that day, | | 48 | 414 |
| 352: | Seventy-Four And Twenty | Here goes a man of seventy-four, | | 8 | 412 |
| 353: | She - At His Funeral | They bear him to his resting-place | | 8 | 517 |
| 354: | She Charged Me | She charged me with having said this and that | | 16 | 408 |
| 355: | She Did Not Turn | She did not turn, But passed foot-faint with averted head | | 14 | 381 |
| 356: | She Hears The Storm | There was a time in former years | | 20 | 399 |
| 357: | She Revisits Alone The Church Of Her Marriage | I have come to the church and chancel, | | 36 | 427 |
| 358: | She Who Saw Not | Did you see something within the house | | 24 | 397 |
| 359: | She, I, And They | I was sitting, She was knitting | 1916 | 18 | 383 |
| 360: | She, To Him I | When you shall see me in the toils of Time, | 1866 | 14 | 395 |
| 361: | She, To Him II | Perhaps, long hence, when I have passed away, | 1866 | 14 | 413 |
| 362: | She, To Him III | I will be faithful to thee; aye, I will! | 1866 | 14 | 418 |
| 363: | She, To Him IV | This love puts all humanity from me; | 1866 | 14 | 399 |
| 364: | Shelley's Skylark | Somewhere afield here something lies | | 24 | 370 |
| 365: | Shut Out That Moon | Close up the casement, draw the blind, | | 24 | 455 |
| 366: | Side By Side | So there sat they, The estranged two, | | 40 | 408 |
| 367: | Signs And Tokens | Said the red-cloaked crone | | 48 | 350 |
| 368: | Sitting On The Bridge | Sitting on the bridge | | 36 | 350 |
| 369: | Something Tapped | Something tapped on the pane of my room | 1913 | 12 | 388 |
| 370: | Song From Heine | I scanned her picture dreaming, | | 12 | 403 |
| 371: | Song Of Hope | O sweet To-morrow! After to-day | | 27 | 400 |
| 372: | Song Of The Soldiers' Wives | At last! In sight of home again, | | 32 | 436 |
| 373: | Spectres That Grieve | It is not death that harrows us," they lipped, | | 24 | 389 |
| 374: | St. Launce's Revisited | Slip back, Time! Yet again I am nearing | | 28 | 480 |
| 375: | Starlings On The Roof | No smoke spreads out of this chimney-pot, | | 18 | 391 |
| 376: | Summer Schemes | When friendly summer calls again, | | 18 | 415 |
| 377: | Surview | A cry from the green-grained sticks of the fire | | 20 | 434 |
| 378: | Tess's Lament | I would that folk forgot me quite, | | 48 | 380 |
| 379: | The Abbey Mason | The new-vamped Abbey shaped apace | | 218 | 401 |
| 380: | The Ageing House | When the walls were red | | 18 | 370 |
| 381: | The Alarm | In a ferny byway Near the great South-Wessex Highway, | | 115 | 427 |
| 382: | The Announcement | They came, the brothers, and took two chairs | | 12 | 354 |
| 383: | The Background And The Figure - Lover's Ditty | I think of the slope where the rabbits fed, | | 12 | 396 |
| 384: | The Ballad-Singer | Sing, Ballad-singer, raise a hearty tune; | | 12 | 447 |
| 385: | The Ballet | They crush together - a rustling heap of flesh | | 18 | 389 |
| 386: | The Beauty | O do not praise my beauty more, | | 16 | 391 |
| 387: | The Bedridden Peasant | Much wonder I - here long low-laid | | 32 | 435 |
| 388: | The Blinded Bird | So zestfully canst thou sing? | | 21 | 410 |
| 389: | The Blow | That no man schemed it is my hope | | 28 | 377 |
| 390: | The Bridge Of Lodi | When of tender mind and body | 1887 | 68 | 374 |
| 391: | The Bullfinches | Bother Bulleys, let us sing | | 30 | 430 |
| 392: | The Burghers | The sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest, | | 69 | 392 |
| 393: | The Caged Goldfinch | Within a churchyard, on a recent grave, | | 8 | 587 |
| 394: | The Caged Thrush Freed And Home Again - (Villanelle) | Men know but little more than we, | | 19 | 387 |
| 395: | The Casterbridge Captains | Three captains went to Indian wars, | | 28 | 377 |
| 396: | The Casual Acquaintance | While he was here in breath and bone, | | 20 | 356 |
| 397: | The Change | Out of the past there rises a week | | 42 | 366 |
| 398: | The Chapel-Organist | I've been thinking it through, as I play here to-night, to play never again, | | 86 | 401 |
| 399: | The Cheval-Glass | Why do you harbour that great cheval-glass | | 40 | 401 |
| 400: | The Child And The Sage | You say, O Sage, when weather-checked, | 1908 | 20 | 374 |
| 401: | The Children And Sir Nameless | Sir Nameless, once of Athelhall, declared: | | 24 | 442 |
| 402: | The Chimes | That morning when I trod the town | | 18 | 416 |
| 403: | The Chimes Play "Life's A Bumper!" | Awake! I'm off to cities far away," | 1913 | 18 | 389 |
| 404: | The Choirmaster's Burial | He often would ask us | | 48 | 410 |
| 405: | The Chosen | A woman for whom great gods might strive! | | 52 | 393 |
| 406: | The Christening | Whose child is this they bring | 1904 | 40 | 370 |
| 407: | The Church-Builder | The church flings forth a battled shade | | 84 | 351 |
| 408: | The Clock Of The Years | A spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up. | 1916 | 31 | 376 |
| 409: | The Clock-Winder | It is dark as a cave, | | 44 | 396 |
| 410: | The Collector Cleans His Picture | How I remember cleaning that strange picture! | | 41 | 398 |
| 411: | The Colonel's Soliloquy | The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahead we go! . . . | | 36 | 395 |
| 412: | The Colour | What shall I bring you? Please will white do | | 40 | 443 |
| 413: | The Comet At Yalbury Or Yell'ham | It bends far over Yell'ham Plain, | | 8 | 369 |
| 414: | The Coming Of The End | How it came to an end! | | 30 | 384 |
| 415: | The Conformers | Yes; we'll wed, my little fay, | | 32 | 369 |
| 416: | The Contretemps | A forward rush by the lamp in the gloom, | | 56 | 422 |
| 417: | The Convergence Of The Twain | In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, | | 33 | 402 |
| 418: | The Coquette, And After - (Triolets) | For long the cruel wish I knew | | 16 | 403 |
| 419: | The Coronation | At Westminster, hid from the light of day, | 1911 | 50 | 397 |
| 420: | The Country Wedding | Little fogs were gathered in every hollow, | | 36 | 409 |
| 421: | The Curate's Kindness - A Workhouse Irony | I thought they'd be strangers aroun' me, | | 40 | 470 |
| 422: | The Curtains Now Are Drawn (Song) | The curtains now are drawn, | 1913 | 20 | 403 |
| 423: | The Dame Of Athelhall | Soul! Shall I see thy face," she said, | | 60 | 358 |
| 424: | The Dance At The Phoenix | To Jenny came a gentle youth | | 161 | 386 |
| 425: | The Dark-Eyed Gentleman | I pitched my day's leazings in Crimmercrock Lane, | | 21 | 401 |
| 426: | The Darkling Thrush | I leant upon a coppice gate | 1900 | 32 | 410 |
| 427: | The Dawn After The Dance | Here is your parents' dwelling with its curtained windows telling | 1869 | 20 | 421 |
| 428: | The Dead And The Living One | The dead woman lay in her first night's grave, | 1915 | 39 | 425 |
| 429: | The Dead Drummer | They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest | | 18 | 365 |
| 430: | The Dead Man Walking | They hail me as one living, | | 40 | 409 |
| 431: | The Dead Quire | Beside the Mead of Memories, | 1897 | 100 | 446 |
| 432: | The Dear | I plodded to Fairmile Hill-top, where | 1901 | 20 | 421 |
| 433: | The Death Of Regret | I opened my shutter at sunrise, | | 24 | 426 |
| 434: | The Difference | Sinking down by the gate I discern the thin moon, | | 8 | 357 |
| 435: | The Discovery | I wandered to a crude coast | | 12 | 428 |
| 436: | The Dissemblers | It was not you I came to please, | | 12 | 396 |
| 437: | The Division | Rain on the windows, creaking doors, | | 12 | 620 |
| 438: | The Dolls | Whenever you dress me dolls, mammy, | | 16 | 361 |
| 439: | The Dream Is Which? | I am laughing by the brook with her, | 1913 | 18 | 389 |
| 440: | The Dream-Follower | A dream of mine flew over the mead | | 8 | 446 |
| 441: | The Duel | I am here to time, you see; | | 42 | 416 |
| 442: | The Elopement | A woman never agreed to it!" said my knowing friend to me. | | 24 | 420 |
| 443: | The End Of The Episode | Indulge no more may we | | 20 | 358 |
| 444: | The Enemy's Portrait | He saw the portrait of his enemy, offered | | 40 | 400 |
| 445: | The Face At The Casement | If ever joy leave An abiding sting of sorrow, | | 64 | 353 |
| 446: | The Faded Face | How was this I did not see | | 21 | 416 |
| 447: | The Fallow Deer At The Lonely House | One without looks in to-night | | 12 | 406 |
| 448: | The Farm-Woman's Winter | If seasons all were summers, | | 16 | 366 |
| 449: | The Fiddler | The fiddler knows what's brewing | | 16 | 417 |
| 450: | The Figure In The Scene | It pleased her to step in front and sit | | 18 | 345 |
| 451: | The Fire At Tranter Sweatley's | They had long met o' Zundays her true love and she | 1866 | 113 | 378 |
| 452: | The Five Students | The sparrow dips in his wheel-rut bath, | | 30 | 473 |
| 453: | The Flirt's Tragedy | Here alone by the logs in my chamber, | | 116 | 392 |
| 454: | The Garden Seat | Its former green is blue and thin, | | 12 | 436 |
| 455: | The Ghost Of The Past | We two kept house, the Past and I, | | 40 | 354 |
| 456: | The Glimpse | She sped through the door | | 29 | 361 |
| 457: | The Going | Why did you give no hint that night | | 42 | 490 |
| 458: | The Going Of The Battery - Wives' Lament | O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough | | 48 | 410 |
| 459: | The Haunter | He does not think that I haunt here nightly: | | 32 | 393 |
| 460: | The Head Above The Fog | Something do I see | | 20 | 411 |
| 461: | The Homecoming | Gruffly growled the wind on Toller downland broad and bare, | 1901 | 48 | 531 |
| 462: | The House Of Hospitalities | Here we broached the Christmas barrel, | | 20 | 388 |
| 463: | The House Of Silence | That is a quiet place | | 24 | 371 |
| 464: | The Husband's View | Can anything avail Beldame, for my hid grief? | | 36 | 413 |
| 465: | The Impercipient | That from this bright believing band | | 32 | 345 |
| 466: | The Inconsistent | I say, "She was as good as fair," | | 16 | 365 |
| 467: | The Inquiry | And are ye one of Hermitage | | 24 | 394 |
| 468: | The Inscription (A Tale) | Sir John was entombed, and the crypt was closed, and she, | 1907 | 96 | 358 |
| 469: | The Interloper | And I saw the figure and visage of Madness seeking for a home. | | 36 | 365 |
| 470: | The Ivy-Wife | I longed to love a full-boughed beech | | 24 | 364 |
| 471: | The Jubilee Of A Magazine | Yes; your up-dated modern page | | 31 | 396 |
| 472: | The King's Experiment | It was a wet wan hour in spring, | | 40 | 348 |
| 473: | The Lacking Sense | O Time, whence comes the Mother's moody look amid her labours, | | 30 | 366 |
| 474: | The Lament Of The Looking-Glass | Words from the mirror softly pass | | 18 | 323 |
| 475: | The Last Chrysanthemum | Why should this flower delay so long | | 24 | 352 |
| 476: | The Last Performance | I am playing my oldest tunes," declared she, | 1912 | 15 | 363 |
| 477: | The Last Signal | Silently I footed by an uphill road | | 16 | 324 |
| 478: | The Last Time | The kiss had been given and taken, | | 12 | 326 |
| 479: | The Levelled Churchyard | O passenger, pray list and catch | 1882 | 24 | 329 |
| 480: | The Little Old Table | Creak, little wood thing, creak, | | 12 | 323 |
| 481: | The Lost Pyx - A Mediaeval Legend | Some say the spot is banned; that the pillar Cross-and-Hand | | 76 | 320 |
| 482: | The Maid Of Keinton Mandeville | I hear that maiden still | 1916 | 28 | 299 |
| 483: | The Man He Killed | Had he and I but met | 1902 | 20 | 369 |
| 484: | The Man Who Forgot | At a lonely cross where bye-roads met | | 28 | 353 |
| 485: | The Man With A Past | There was merry-making | | 24 | 307 |
| 486: | The Marble Tablet | There it stands, though alas, what a little of her | 1916 | 15 | 323 |
| 487: | The Marble-Streeted Town | I reach the marble-streeted town, | | 20 | 268 |
| 488: | The Market-Girl | Nobody took any notice of her as she stood on the causey kerb, | | 8 | 328 |
| 489: | The Masked Face | I found me in a great surging space, | | 18 | 319 |
| 490: | The Master And The Leaves | We are budding, Master, budding, | 1917 | 24 | 309 |
| 491: | The Memorial Brass: 186- | Why do you weep there, O sweet lady, | | 20 | 293 |
| 492: | The Milestone By The Rabbit-Burrow | In my loamy nook As I dig my hole | | 18 | 364 |
| 493: | The Milkmaid | Under a daisied bank | | 24 | 440 |
| 494: | The Minute Before Meeting | The grey gaunt days dividing us in twain | 1871 | 14 | 345 |
| 495: | The Moon Looks In | I have risen again, And awhile survey | | 16 | 347 |
| 496: | The Moth-Signal | What are you still, still thinking, | | 36 | 345 |
| 497: | The Mother Mourns | When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, | | 88 | 338 |
| 498: | The Musical Box | Lifelong to be Seemed the fair colour of the time; | | 36 | 329 |
| 499: | The Nettles | This, then, is the grave of my son, | | 12 | 351 |
| 500: | The Newcomer's Wife | He paused on the sill of a door ajar | | 20 | 332 |
| 501: | The Night Of The Dance | The cold moon hangs to the sky by its horn, | | 20 | 324 |
| 502: | The Noble Lady's Tale | We moved with pensive paces, | | 160 | 356 |
| 503: | The Obliterate Tomb | More than half my life long | | 144 | 349 |
| 504: | The Occultation | When the cloud shut down on the morning shine, | | 8 | 326 |
| 505: | The Old Gown (Song) | I have seen her in gowns the brightest, | | 24 | 359 |
| 506: | The Old Neighbour And The New | Twas to greet the new rector I called I here, | | 16 | 363 |
| 507: | The Old Workman | Why are you so bent down before your time, | | 28 | 349 |
| 508: | The Opportunity | Forty springs back, I recall, | | 16 | 326 |
| 509: | The Orphaned Old Maid | I wanted to marry, but father said, "No | | 12 | 317 |
| 510: | The Oxen | Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. | 1915 | 16 | 340 |
| 511: | The Passer-By | He used to pass, well-trimmed and brushed, | | 20 | 349 |
| 512: | The Peace-Offering | It was but a little thing, | | 10 | 331 |
| 513: | The Peasant's Confession | Good Father! . . . 'Twas an eve in middle June, | | 138 | 374 |
| 514: | The Pedestrian | Sir, will you let me give you a ride? | | 42 | 292 |
| 515: | The Pedigree | I bent in the deep of night | | 37 | 724 |
| 516: | The Phantom Horsewoman | Queer are the ways of a man I know: | | 36 | 406 |
| 517: | The Photograph | The flame crept up the portrait line by line | | 25 | 306 |
| 518: | The Pine Planters (Marty South's Reverie) | We work here together In blast and breeze; | | 68 | 371 |
| 519: | The Pink Frock | O my pretty pink frock, | | 12 | 332 |
| 520: | The Pity Of It | I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, afar | 1915 | 14 | 378 |
| 521: | The Place On The Map | I look upon the map that hangs by me | | 24 | 311 |
| 522: | The Problem | Shall we conceal the Case, or tell it | | 10 | 362 |
| 523: | The Puzzled Game-Birds - (Triolet) | They are not those who used to feed us | | 8 | 353 |
| 524: | The Rambler | I do not see the hills around, | | 16 | 310 |
| 525: | The Rash Bride | We Christmas-carolled down the Vale, and up the Vale, and round the Vale, | | 60 | 325 |
| 526: | The Re-Enactment | Between the folding sea-downs, | | 110 | 331 |
| 527: | The Recalcitrants | Let us off and search, and find a place | | 20 | 370 |
| 528: | The Rejected Member's Wife | We shall see her no more | 1906 | 24 | 354 |
| 529: | The Reminder | While I watch the Christmas blaze | | 12 | 309 |
| 530: | The Respectable Burgher On "The Higher Criticism" | Since Reverend Doctors now declare | | 36 | 363 |
| 531: | The Revisitation | As I lay awake at night-time | | 140 | 378 |
| 532: | The Riddle | Stretching eyes west Over the sea, | | 18 | 431 |
| 533: | The Rift (Song: Minor Mode) | Twas just at gnat and cobweb-time, | | 12 | 302 |
| 534: | The Rival | I determined to find out whose it was | | 16 | 354 |
| 535: | The Robin | When up aloft I fly and fly, | | 24 | 318 |
| 536: | The Roman Gravemounds | By Rome's dim relics there walks a man, | | 24 | 392 |
| 537: | The Roman Road | The Roman Road runs straight and bare | | 15 | 361 |
| 538: | The Ruined Maid | O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown! | 1866 | 24 | 370 |
| 539: | The Sacrilege - A Ballad-Tragedy | I have a Love I love too well | | 160 | 434 |
| 540: | The Sailor's Mother | O whence do you come, | | 18 | 352 |
| 541: | The Satin Shoes | If ever I walk to church to wed, | | 64 | 358 |
| 542: | The Schreckhorn | Aloof, as if a thing of mood and whim; | | 14 | 311 |
| 543: | The Seasons Of Her Year | Winter is white on turf and tree, | | 12 | 324 |
| 544: | The Second Night (Ballad) | I missed one night, but the next I went; | | 52 | 331 |
| 545: | The Self-Unseeing | Here is the ancient floor, | | 12 | 306 |
| 546: | The Selfsame Song | A bird bills the selfsame song, | | 12 | 890 |
| 547: | The Sergeant's Song | When Lawyers strive to heal a breach, | 1878 | 22 | 305 |
| 548: | The Seven Times | The dark was thick. A boy he seemed at that time | | 44 | 335 |
| 549: | The Shadow On The Stone | I went by the Druid stone | 1916 | 24 | 311 |
| 550: | The Sick God | In days when men had joy of war, | | 44 | 324 |
| 551: | The Sigh | Little head against my shoulder, | | 30 | 321 |
| 552: | The Singing Woman | There was a singing woman | | 12 | 345 |
| 553: | The Sleep-Worker | When wilt thou wake, O Mother, wake and see | | 14 | 325 |
| 554: | The Slow Nature | Thy husband poor, poor Heart! is dead | 1894 | 32 | 383 |
| 555: | The Something That Saved Him | It was when Whirls of thick waters laved me | | 30 | 287 |
| 556: | The Souls Of The Slain | The thick lids of Night closed upon me | 1899 | 96 | 336 |
| 557: | The Spell Of The Rose | I mean to build a hall anon, | | 42 | 393 |
| 558: | The Spring Call | Down Wessex way, when spring's a-shine, | | 24 | 349 |
| 559: | The Statue Of Liberty | This statue of Liberty, busy man, | | 60 | 295 |
| 560: | The Strange House | I hear the piano playing | | 40 | 412 |
| 561: | The Stranger's Song | O my trade it is the rarest one, | | 15 | 345 |
| 562: | The Subalterns | Poor wanderer," said the leaden sky, | | 20 | 341 |
| 563: | The Sun On The Bookcase | Once more the cauldron of the sun | | 14 | 322 |
| 564: | The Sun On The Letter | I drew the letter out, while gleamed | | 12 | 347 |
| 565: | The Sun's Last Look On The Country Girl (M. H.) | The sun threw down a radiant spot | 1915 | 10 | 327 |
| 566: | The Sunshade | Ah - it's the skeleton of a lady's sunshade, | | 20 | 387 |
| 567: | The Superseded | As newer comers crowd the fore, | | 18 | 388 |
| 568: | The Supplanter - A Tale | He bends his travel-tarnished feet | | 96 | 325 |
| 569: | The Sweet Hussy | In his early days he was quite surprised | | 12 | 331 |
| 570: | The Telegram | O he's suffering maybe dying and I not there to aid, | | 24 | 366 |
| 571: | The Temporary The All | Change and chancefulness in my flowering youthtime, | | 24 | 363 |
| 572: | The Tenant-For-Life | The sun said, watching my watering-pot | | 24 | 287 |
| 573: | The To-Be-Forgotten | I heard a small sad sound, | | 32 | 405 |
| 574: | The Torn Letter | I tore your letter into strips | | 32 | 323 |
| 575: | The Tree - An Old Man's Story | Its roots are bristling in the air | | 60 | 311 |
| 576: | The Tree And The Lady | I have done all I could | | 16 | 314 |
| 577: | The Tresses | When the air was damp | | 15 | 353 |
| 578: | The Two Houses | In the heart of night, | | 56 | 456 |
| 579: | The Two Men | There were two youths of equal age, | 1866 | 85 | 311 |
| 580: | The Two Rosalinds | The dubious daylight ended, | | 52 | 338 |
| 581: | The Two Soldiers | Just at the corner of the wall | | 24 | 318 |
| 582: | The Two Wives | I waited at home all the while they were boating together | | 15 | 343 |
| 583: | The Unborn | I rose at night, and visited | | 24 | 345 |
| 584: | The Upper Birch-Leaves | Warm yellowy-green In the blue serene, | | 24 | 300 |
| 585: | The Vampirine Fair | Gilbert had sailed to India's shore, | | 108 | 407 |
| 586: | The Voice | Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me, | 1912 | 16 | 333 |
| 587: | The Voice Of The Thorn | When the thorn on the down | | 24 | 284 |
| 588: | The Voice Of Things | Forty Augusts - aye, and several more - ago, | | 15 | 377 |
| 589: | The Walk | You did not walk with me | | 16 | 341 |
| 590: | The Wanderer | There is nobody on the road | | 36 | 393 |
| 591: | The Wedding Morning | Tabitha dressed for her wedding: | | 16 | 385 |
| 592: | The Well-Beloved | I wayed by star and planet shine | | 68 | 362 |
| 593: | The West-Of-Wessex Girl | A very West-of-Wessex girl, | | 21 | 388 |
| 594: | The Whipper-In | My father was the whipper-in, | | 30 | 316 |
| 595: | The Whitewashed Wall | Why does she turn in that shy soft way | | 24 | 331 |
| 596: | The Widow | By Mellstock Lodge and Avenue | | 44 | 338 |
| 597: | The Wind Blew Words | The wind blew words along the skies, | | 18 | 338 |
| 598: | The Wind's Prophecy | I travel on by barren farms, | | 40 | 313 |
| 599: | The Wistful Lady | Love, while you were away there came to me | | 30 | 326 |
| 600: | The Woman I Met | A stranger, I threaded sunken-hearted | 1918 | 80 | 438 |
| 601: | The Woman In The Rye | Why do you stand in the dripping rye, | | 12 | 361 |
| 602: | The Wood Fire (A Fragment) | This is a brightsome blaze you've lit good friend, to-night! | | 18 | 355 |
| 603: | The Workbox | See, here's the workbox, little wife, | | 40 | 335 |
| 604: | The Wound | I climbed to the crest, | | 8 | 310 |
| 605: | The Year's Awakening | How do you know that the pilgrim track | 1910 | 20 | 334 |
| 606: | The Young Churchwarden | When he lit the candles there, | | 21 | 305 |
| 607: | The Young Glass-Stainer | These Gothic windows, how they wear me out | 1893 | 8 | 327 |
| 608: | The Youth Who Carried A Light | I saw him pass as the new day dawned, | 1915 | 18 | 365 |
| 609: | Then And Now | When battles were fought | 1915 | 24 | 318 |
| 610: | They Would Not Come | I travelled to where in her lifetime | | 24 | 313 |
| 611: | This Heart - A Woman's Dream | At midnight, in the room where he lay dead | | 36 | 372 |
| 612: | Thoughts Of Phena - At News Of Her Death | Not a line of her writing have I, | 1890 | 24 | 397 |
| 613: | Timing Her | Lalage's coming: Where is she now, O? | | 72 | 347 |
| 614: | To A Lady (Offended By A Book Of The Writer's) | Now that my page upcloses, doomed, maybe, | | 14 | 358 |
| 615: | To A Lady Playing And Singing In The Morning | Joyful lady, sing! And I will lurk here listening, | | 16 | 347 |
| 616: | To A Well-Named Dwelling | Glad old house of lichened stonework, | | 18 | 424 |
| 617: | To An Actress | I read your name when you were strange to me, | | 14 | 311 |
| 618: | To An Impersonator Of Rosalind | Did he who drew her in the years ago | 1867 | 14 | 349 |
| 619: | To An Orphan Child - A Whimsey | Ah, child, thou art but half thy darling mother's; | | 16 | 339 |
| 620: | To An Unborn Pauper Child | Breathe not, hid Heart: cease silently, | | 36 | 339 |
| 621: | To Carrey Clavel | You turn your back, you turn your back, | | 12 | 367 |
| 622: | To Flowers From Italy In Winter | Sunned in the South, and here to-day; | | 16 | 342 |
| 623: | To Life | O life with the sad seared face, | | 16 | 359 |
| 624: | To Lizbie Browne | Dear Lizbie Browne, Where are you now? | | 54 | 321 |
| 625: | To Meet, Or Otherwise | Whether to sally and see thee, girl of my dreams, | | 27 | 324 |
| 626: | To My Father's Violin | Does he want you down there | 1916 | 45 | 325 |
| 627: | To Outer Nature | Show thee as I thought thee | | 30 | 336 |
| 628: | To Shakespeare - After Three Hundred Years | Bright baffling Soul, least capturable of themes, | 1916 | 36 | 408 |
| 629: | To Sincerity | O sweet sincerity! Where modern methods be | 1899 | 18 | 423 |
| 630: | To The Moon | What have you looked at, Moon, | | 28 | 349 |
| 631: | Tolerance | It is a foolish thing," said I, | | 15 | 318 |
| 632: | Transformations | Portion of this yew | | 18 | 345 |
| 633: | Under The Waterfall | Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, | | 52 | 372 |
| 634: | Unknowing | When, soul in soul reflected, | | 32 | 334 |
| 635: | Unrealized | Down comes the winter rain | | 24 | 332 |
| 636: | V.R. 1819-1901 - A Reverie | Moments the mightiest pass uncalendared, | 1901 | 14 | 334 |
| 637: | Vagg Hollow | What do you see in Vagg Hollow, | | 24 | 372 |
| 638: | Valenciennes | We trenched, we trumpeted and drummed, | 1897 | 56 | 357 |
| 639: | Voices From Things Growing In A Churchyard | These flowers are I, poor Fanny Hurd, | | 56 | 313 |
| 640: | Wagtail And Baby | A baby watched a ford, whereto | | 16 | 832 |
| 641: | We Sat At The Window | We sat at the window looking out, | | 16 | 331 |
| 642: | Weathers | This is the weather the cuckoo likes, | | 18 | 301 |
| 643: | Welcome Home | To my native place Bent upon returning, | | 18 | 322 |
| 644: | Wessex Heights (1896) | There are some heights in Wessex, shaped as if by a kindly hand | | 32 | 345 |
| 645: | What Did It Mean? | What did it mean that noontide, when | | 22 | 350 |
| 646: | When I Set Out For Lyonnesse | When I set out for Lyonnesse, | | 18 | 319 |
| 647: | Where The Picnic Was | Where we made the fire, | | 30 | 393 |
| 648: | Where They Lived | Dishevelled leaves creep down | | 18 | 299 |
| 649: | Where Three Roads Joined | Where three roads joined it was green and fair, | | 20 | 381 |
| 650: | While Drawing In A Church-Yard | It is sad that so many of worth, | | 20 | 307 |
| 651: | Who's In The Next Room? | Who's in the next room? - who? | | 20 | 344 |
| 652: | Why Be At Pains? - Wooer's Song | Why be at pains that I should know | | 16 | 307 |
| 653: | Why Did I Sketch | Why did I sketch an upland green, | | 18 | 289 |
| 654: | Winter In Durnover Field | Rook. - Throughout the field I find no grain; | | 10 | 322 |
| 655: | Without Ceremony | It was your way, my dear, | | 15 | 322 |
| 656: | Without, Not Within Her | It was what you bore with you, Woman, | | 12 | 318 |
| 657: | Wives In The Sere | Never a careworn wife but shows, | | 16 | 385 |
| 658: | Yell'Ham-Wood's Story | Coomb-Firtrees say that Life is a moan, | 1902 | 16 | 321 |
| 659: | You On The Tower | You on the tower of my factory | | 21 | 327 |
| 660: | You Were The Sort That Men Forget | You were the sort that men forget; | | 20 | 373 |
| 661: | Your Last Drive | Here by the moorway you returned, | | 30 | 302 |
| 662: | Zermatt | Thirty-two years since, up against the sun, | 1897 | 14 | 416 |
| 663: | [Greek Title] | Long have I framed weak phantasies of Thee, | | 20 | 321 |
