| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: A Bronze Head | Here at right of the entrance this bronze head, | | | 745 |
| 2: A Coat | I Made my song a coat | 1916 | 10 | 713 |
| 3: A Cradle Song | The Danann children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold, | | 12 | 855 |
| 4: A Crazed Girl | That crazed girl improvising her music. | | | 633 |
| 5: A Deep-sworn Vow | Others because you did not keep | 1916 | 6 | 572 |
| 6: A Dialogue Of Self And Soul | I summon to the winding ancient stair; | | | 502 |
| 7: A Dream Of Death | I Dreamed that one had died in a strange place | | 12 | 1053 |
| 8: A Drinking Song | Wine comes in at the mouth | 1916 | 6 | 1343 |
| 9: A Drunken Man's Praise Of Sobriety | Come swish around, my pretty punk, | | 16 | 787 |
| 10: A Faery Song | We who are old, old and gay, | | 16 | 823 |
| 11: A First Confession | I admit the briar | | 18 | 847 |
| 12: A Friend's Illness | Sickness brought me this | 1916 | 7 | 783 |
| 13: A Last Confession | What lively lad most pleasured me | | 24 | 815 |
| 14: A Man Young And Old | Through nurtured like the sailing moon | | 167 | 791 |
| 15: A Man Young And Old:- First Love | Though nurtured like the sailing moon | | 18 | 809 |
| 16: A Man Young And Old:- From Oedipus At Colonus | Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span; | | 12 | 687 |
| 17: A Man Young And Old:- His Memories | We should be hidden from their eyes, | | 18 | 712 |
| 18: A Man Young And Old:- His Wildness | O bid me mount and sail up there | | 12 | 670 |
| 19: A Man Young And Old:- Human Dignity | Like the moon her kindness is, | | 12 | 734 |
| 20: A Man Young And Old:- Summer And Spring | We sat under an old thorn-tree | | 16 | 711 |
| 21: A Man Young And Old:- The Death Of The Hare | I have pointed out the yelling pack, | | 12 | 664 |
| 22: A Man Young And Old:- The Empty Cup | A crazy man that found a cup, | | 10 | 708 |
| 23: A Man Young And Old:- The Friends Of His Youth | Laughter not time destroyed my voice | | 20 | 682 |
| 24: A Man Young And Old:- The Mermaid | A mermaid found a swimming lad, | | 6 | 750 |
| 25: A Man Young And Old:- The Secrets Of The Old | I have old women’s secrets now | | 18 | 680 |
| 26: A Meditation In Time Of War | For one throb of the artery, | | 5 | 759 |
| 27: A Memory Of Youth | The moments passed as at a play; | 1916 | 29 | 750 |
| 28: A Model For The Laureate | On thrones from China to Peru | | 24 | 607 |
| 29: A Nativity | What woman hugs her infant there? | | 12 | 672 |
| 30: A Needle's Eye | All the stream that's roaring by | | 4 | 828 |
| 31: A Poet To His Beloved | I Bring you with reverent hands | | 8 | 690 |
| 32: A Prayer For My Daughter | Once more the storm is howling, and half hid | 1919 | 80 | 936 |
| 33: A Prayer For My Son | Bid a strong ghost stand at the head | | 32 | 665 |
| 34: A Prayer For Old Age | God guard me from those thoughts men think | | 12 | 728 |
| 35: A Prayer On Going Into My House | God grant a blessing on this tower and cottage | 1919 | 16 | 670 |
| 36: A Song | I Thought no more was needed | 1919 | 18 | 537 |
| 37: A Song From The Player Queen | My mother dandled me and sang, | | 20 | 588 |
| 38: A Stick Of Incense | Whence did all that fury come? | | 4 | 452 |
| 39: A Thought From Propertius | She might, so noble from head | | | 748 |
| 40: A Woman Homer sung | If any man drew near | 1916 | 21 | 479 |
| 41: A Woman Young And Old | She hears me strike the board and say | | | 473 |
| 42: Adam's Curse | We sat together at one summer's end, | | | 634 |
| 43: Aedh Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes | Fasten your hair with a golden pin, | | 12 | 770 |
| 44: Aedh Hears The Cry Of The Sedge | I Wander by the edge | | 10 | 753 |
| 45: Aedh Laments The Loss Of Love | Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, | | 7 | 785 |
| 46: Aedh Pleads With The Elemental Powers | The powers whose name and shape no living creature knows | | 18 | 796 |
| 47: Aedh Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers | I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, | | 8 | 793 |
| 48: Aedh Tells Of The Perfect Beauty | O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes | | 8 | 793 |
| 49: Aedh Tells Of The Rose In His Heart | All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, | | 8 | 819 |
| 50: Aedh Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved | Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair, | | 6 | 733 |
| 51: Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven | Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, | | 8 | 807 |
| 52: Aedh Wishes His Beloved Were Dead | Were you but lying cold and dead, | | 13 | 520 |
| 53: After Long Silence | Speech after long silence; it is right, | | | 481 |
| 54: Against Unworthy Praise | O Heart, be at peace, because | 1916 | 20 | 506 |
| 55: All Souls' Night | Midnight has come, and the great Christ Church Bell | | | 716 |
| 56: All Things Can Tempt Me | All things can tempt me from this craft of verse: | 1916 | 10 | 520 |
| 57: Alternative Song For The Severd Head In "The King Of The Great Clock Tower" | Saddle and ride, I heard a man say, | | | 643 |
| 58: Among School Children | I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; | | | 615 |
| 59: An Acre Of Grass | Picture and book remain, | | | 710 |
| 60: An Appointment | Being out of heart with government | 1916 | 11 | 566 |
| 61: An Image From A Past Life | Never until this night have I been stirred. | | | 713 |
| 62: An Irish Airman Foresees His Death | I know that I shall meet my fate | 1919 | 15 | 1183 |
| 63: Anashuya And Vijaya | Send peace on all the lands and flickering corn. | | | 691 |
| 64: Another Song Of A Fool | This great purple butterfly, | | | 771 |
| 65: Are You Content? | I call on those that call me son, | | | 604 |
| 66: At Aleciras -- A Meditaton Upon Death | The heron-billed pale cattle-birds | | | 684 |
| 67: At Galway Races | There where the course is, | 1916 | 16 | 523 |
| 68: At the Abbey Theatre | Dear Craoibhin Aoibhin, look into our case. | 1916 | 14 | 467 |
| 69: Baile And Aillinn | On the heir of Uladh, Buan's son, | | | 663 |
| 70: Beautiful Lofty Things | Beautiful lofty things: O'Leary's noble head; | | 12 | 841 |
| 71: Before The World Was Made | If I make the lashes dark | | | 615 |
| 72: Beggar To Beggar Cried | Time to put off the world and go somewhere | 1916 | 20 | 478 |
| 73: Blood And The Moon | Blessed be this place, | | | 671 |
| 74: Breasal The Fisherman | Although you hide in the ebb and flow | | 8 | 468 |
| 75: Broken Dreams | There is grey in your hair. | | | 782 |
| 76: Brown Penny | I Whispered, "I am too young," | | | 648 |
| 77: Byzantium | The unpurged images of day recede; | | | 639 |
| 78: Chosen | The lot of love is chosen. I learnt that much | | | 638 |
| 79: Church And State | Here is fresh matter, poet, | | | 578 |
| 80: Closing Rhymes | While I, from that reed-throated whisperer | 1916 | 14 | 514 |
| 81: Colonel Martin | The Colonel went out sailing, | | | 591 |
| 82: Colonus' Praise | Come praise Colonus' horses, and come praise | | | 571 |
| 83: Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites | Come gather round me, Parnellites, | | | 740 |
| 84: Conjunctions | If Jupiter and Saturn meet, | | 4 | 662 |
| 85: Consolation | O but there is wisdom | | | 614 |
| 86: Coole Park | I meditate upon a swallow's flight, | 1929 | 32 | 724 |
| 87: Coole Park and Ballylee | I meditate upon a swallow's flight, | 1931 | 80 | 808 |
| 88: Crazy Jane And Jack The Journeyman | I know, although when looks meet | | | 580 |
| 89: Crazy Jane And The Bishop | Bring me to the blasted oak | | | 582 |
| 90: Crazy Jane Grown Old Looks At The Dancers | I found that ivory image there | | | 588 |
| 91: Crazy Jane On God | That lover of a night | | | 579 |
| 92: Crazy Jane On The Day Of Judgment | Love is all | | | 634 |
| 93: Crazy Jane On The Mountain | I am tired of cursing the Bishop, | | | 622 |
| 94: Crazy Jane Reproved | I care not what the sailors say: | | | 452 |
| 95: Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop | I met the Bishop on the road | | | 431 |
| 96: Cuchulain Comforted | A man that had six mortal wounds, a man | | | 434 |
| 97: Cuchulain's Fight With The Sea | A man came slowly from the setting sun, | | 92 | 753 |
| 98: Death | Nor dread nor hope attend | | | 704 |
| 99: Demon and Beast | For certain minutes at the least | | | 596 |
| 100: Down By The Salley Gardens | Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; | | | 493 |
| 101: Easter | I have met them at close of day | 1916 | 80 | 793 |
| 102: Ego Dominus Tuus | On the grey sand beside the shallow stream | | | 686 |
| 103: Ephemera | Your eyes that once were never weary of mine | | | 598 |
| 104: Fallen Majesty | Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face, | 1916 | 8 | 485 |
| 105: Father And Child | She hears me strike the board and say | | | 458 |
| 106: Fergus And The Druid | his whole day have I followed in the rocks, | | | 488 |
| 107: For Anne Gregory | Never shall a young man, | | | 456 |
| 108: Fragments | Locke sank into a swoon; | | | 444 |
| 109: Friends | Now must I these three praise, | 1916 | 28 | 522 |
| 110: From A Full Moon In March | Under the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd. | | | 467 |
| 111: From The 'Antigone' | Overcome -- O bitter sweetness, | | | 463 |
| 112: Girl's Song | I went out alone | | | 497 |
| 113: Gratitude To The Unknown Instructors | What they undertook to do | | 4 | 496 |
| 114: Hanrahan Laments Because Of His Wanderings | O Where is our Mother of Peace | | | 421 |
| 115: Hanrahan Reproves The Curlew | O, Curlew, cry no more in the air, | | | 456 |
| 116: Hanrahan Speaks To The Lovers Of His Songs In Coming Days | O, Colleens, kneeling by your altar rails long hence, | | | 457 |
| 117: He And She | As the moon sidles up | | | 733 |
| 118: He Bids His Beloved Be At Peace | I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, | | | 471 |
| 119: He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes | Fasten your hair with a golden pin, | | | 404 |
| 120: He Hears The Cry Of The Sedge | I wander by the edge | | | 405 |
| 121: He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World | Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns? | | | 424 |
| 122: He Remembers Forgotten Beauty | When my arms wrap you round I press | | | 471 |
| 123: He Reproves The Curlew | O Curlew, cry no more in the air, | | | 398 |
| 124: He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers | I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, | | | 463 |
| 125: He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty | O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, | | | 457 |
| 126: He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven | I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young | | | 426 |
| 127: He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved | Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair, | | | 418 |
| 128: He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved | Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair, | | | 447 |
| 129: He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven | Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, | | | 491 |
| 130: He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead | Were you but lying cold and dead, | | | 405 |
| 131: Her Praise | She is foremost of those that I would hear praised. | | | 707 |
| 132: High Talk | Processions that lack high stilts have nothing that catches the eye. | | | 420 |
| 133: His Dream | I Swayed upon the gaudy stern | 1916 | 20 | 459 |
| 134: His Phoenix | There is a queen in China, or maybe it’s in Spain, | | | 670 |
| 135: Hound Voice | Because we love bare hills and stunted trees | | | 406 |
| 136: Imitated From The Japanese | A most astonishing thing | | | 425 |
| 137: In Memory Of Alfred Pollexfen | Five-and-twenty years have gone | | | 683 |
| 138: In Memory of Major Robert Gregory | Now that we're almost settled in our house | 1919 | 98 | 834 |
| 139: In Tara's Halls | A man I praise that once in Tara's Hals | | | 426 |
| 140: In The Seven Woods | I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods | | | 425 |
| 141: Into The Twilight | Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, | | | 449 |
| 142: Introductory Rhymes | Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain | Jan 1914 | 22 | 465 |
| 143: John Kinsella's Lament For Mr. Mary Moore | A Bloody and a sudden end, | | 36 | 907 |
| 144: King and No King | Would it were anything but merely voice! | | 16 | 423 |
| 145: Lapis Lazuli | I have heard that hysterical women say | | | 471 |
| 146: Leda And The Swan | A sudden blow: the great wings beating still | | | 497 |
| 147: Lines Written In Dejection | When have I last looked on | | | 678 |
| 148: Long-Legged Fly | That civilisation may not sink, | | | 391 |
| 149: Maid Quiet | Where has Maid Quiet gone to, | | | 385 |
| 150: Me Peacock | What's riches to him | | | 397 |
| 151: Meditations In Time Of Civil War | Surely among a rich man s flowering lawns, | | | 366 |
| 152: Memory | One had a lovely face, | | | 666 |
| 153: Men Improve With The Years | I am worn out with dreams; | | | 715 |
| 154: Meru | Civilisation is hooped together, brought | | | 685 |
| 155: Michael Robartes Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods | If this importunate heart trouble your peace | | | 386 |
| 156: Michael Robartes Bids His Beloved Be At Peace | I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, | | | 691 |
| 157: Michael Robartes Remembers Forgotten Beauty | When my arms wrap you round I press | | | 705 |
| 158: Mohini Chatterjee | I asked if I should pray. | | | 417 |
| 159: Mongan Laments The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved | Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns! | | | 659 |
| 160: Mongan Thinks Of His Past Greatness | I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young | | | 662 |
| 161: Narrative And Dramatic The Wanderings Of Oisin | You who are bent, and bald, and blind, | | | 411 |
| 162: Never Give All the Heart | Never give all the heart, for love | | | 430 |
| 163: News For The Delphic Oracle | There all the golden codgers lay, | | | 360 |
| 164: Nineteen Hundred And Nineteen | Many ingenious lovely things are gone | | | 410 |
| 165: No Second Troy | Why should I blame her that she filled my days | | 12 | 384 |
| 166: O Do Not Love Too Long | Sweetheart, do not love too long: | | | 503 |
| 167: Oil And Blood | In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli | | | 406 |
| 168: Old Memory | O thought, fly to her when the end of day | | | 400 |
| 169: On A Picture Of A Black Centaur By Edmund Dulac | Your hooves have stamped at the black margin of the wood, | | | 384 |
| 170: On A Political Prisoner | She that but little patience knew, | | | 382 |
| 171: On Being Asked For A War Poem | I think it better that in times like these | | | 590 |
| 172: On Hearing That The Students Of Our New University Have Joined The Ancient Order Of Hibernians And The Agitation Against Immoral Literature | Where, where but here have Pride and Truth, | | 4 | 402 |
| 173: On Those That Hated "The Playboy Of The Western World" | Once, when midnight smote the air, | | | 375 |
| 174: On Woman | May God be praised for woman | | | 619 |
| 175: Owen Aherne And His Dancers | A strange thing surely that my Heart, when love had come unsought | | 4 | 592 |
| 176: Parnell's Funeral | Under the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd. | | | 398 |
| 177: Paudeen | Indignant at the fumbling wits, the obscure spite | | 8 | 402 |
| 178: Peace | Ah, that Time could touch a form | | 11 | 463 |
| 179: Politics | How can I, that girl standing there, | | | 593 |
| 180: Presences | This night has been so strange that it seemed | | | 591 |
| 181: Quarrel In Old Age | Where had her sweetness gone? | | | 679 |
| 182: Reconciliation | Some may have blamed you that you took away | | 12 | 431 |
| 183: Red Hanrahan's Song About Ireland | The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand, | | | 610 |
| 184: Remorse For Intemperate Speech | I ranted to the knave and fool, | | | 580 |
| 185: Responsibilities | Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain | | | 454 |
| 186: Ribb At The Tomb Of Baile And Aillinn | Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night | | | 551 |
| 187: Ribb Considers Christian Love Insufficient | Why should I seek for love or study it? | | | 606 |
| 188: Ribb Denounces Patrick | An abstract Greek absurdity has crazed the man | | | 588 |
| 189: Ribb In Ecstasy | What matter that you understood no word! | | 8 | 645 |
| 190: Roger Casement | I say that Roger Casement | | | 628 |
| 191: Running To Paradise | As I came over Windy Gap | | 28 | 404 |
| 192: Sailing To Byzantium | That is no country for old men. The young | | | 802 |
| 193: September 1913 | What need you, being come to sense, | | 32 | 438 |
| 194: Shepherd And Goatheard | That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year. | | | 535 |
| 195: Sixteen Dead Men | O but we talked at large before | | | 615 |
| 196: Slim Adolescence That A Nymph Has Stripped | Slim adolescence that a nymph has stripped, | | | 558 |
| 197: Solomon And The Witch | And thus declared that Arab lady: | | | 382 |
| 198: Solomon To Sheba | Sang Solomon to Sheba, | | | 633 |
| 199: Spilt Milk | We that have done and thought, | | 4 | 450 |
| 200: Statistics | Those Platonists are a curse," he said, | | 4 | 605 |
| 201: Stream And Sun At Glendalough | Through intricate motions ran | | | 562 |
| 202: Supernatural Songs | Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night | | | 595 |
| 203: Sweet Dancer | The girl goes dancing there | | | 595 |
| 204: Swift's Epitaph | Swift has sailed into his rest; | | 8 | 578 |
| 205: Symbols | A storm beaten old watch-tower, | | 6 | 580 |
| 206: That The Night Come | She lived in storm and strife, | | 12 | 663 |
| 207: The Apparitions | Because there is safety in derision | | | 566 |
| 208: The Arrow | I thought of your beauty, and this arrow, | | | 565 |
| 209: The Attack on ‘The Playboy of the Western World,’ 1907 | Once, when midnight smote the air, | 1916 | 6 | 431 |
| 210: The Ballad Of Father Gilliagan | The old priest Peter Gilligan | | | 586 |
| 211: The Ballad Of Father O'Hart | Good Father John O'Hart | | | 621 |
| 212: The Ballad Of Moll Magee | Come round me, little childer; | | | 595 |
| 213: The Ballad Of The Foxhunter | Lay me in a cushioned chair; | | | 634 |
| 214: The Balloon Of The Mind | Hands, do what you’re bid; | | | 550 |
| 215: The Black Tower | Say that the men of the old black tower, | | | 577 |
| 216: The Blessed | Cumhal called out, bending his head, | | 40 | 443 |
| 217: The Cap And Bells | The jester walked in the garden: | | | 402 |
| 218: The Cat And The Moon | The cat went here and there | | | 591 |
| 219: The Chambermaid's First Song | How came this ranger | | | 609 |
| 220: The Chambermaid's Second Song | From pleasure of the bed, | | | 561 |
| 221: The Choice | The intellect of man is forced to choose | | | 559 |
| 222: The Circus Animal Desertion | I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, | | | 414 |
| 223: The Cloak, The Boat, And The Shoes | What do you make so fair and bright?" | | | 530 |
| 224: The Cold Heaven | Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting Heaven | 1916 | 12 | 462 |
| 225: The Collar-Bone Of A Hare | Would I could cast a sail on the water | | | 517 |
| 226: The Coming Of Wisdom With Time | Though leaves are many, the root is one; | 1916 | 4 | 424 |
| 227: The Consolation | I Had this thought awhile ago, | 1916 | 16 | 473 |
| 228: The Countess Cathleen In Paradise | All the heavy days are over; | | | 592 |
| 229: The crazed moon | Crazed through much child-bearing | | | 371 |
| 230: The Curse Of Cromwell | You ask what -- I have found, and far and wide I go: | | | 596 |
| 231: The Dawn | I would be ignorant as the dawn | | | 589 |
| 232: The Dedication To A Book Of Stories | There was a green branch hung with many a bell | | | 380 |
| 233: The Delphic Oracle Upon Plotinus | Behold that great Plotinus swim, | | | 386 |
| 234: The Dolls | A Doll in the doll-maker’s house | 1916 | 20 | 432 |
| 235: The Double Vision Of Michael Robartes | On the grey rock of Cashel the mind’s eye | | | 549 |
| 236: The Everlasting Voices | O sweet everlasting Voices be still; | | | 447 |
| 237: The Falling Of The Leaves | Autumn is over the long leaves that love us, | | | 396 |
| 238: The Fascination Of What’s Difficult | The Fascination of what’s difficult | 1916 | 13 | 435 |
| 239: The Fiddler Of Dooney | When I play on my fiddle in Dooney, | | | 423 |
| 240: The Fish | Although you hide in the ebb and flow | | | 382 |
| 241: The Fisherman | Although I can see him still, | | | 602 |
| 242: The Folly Of Being Comforted | One that is ever kind said yesterday: | | | 373 |
| 243: The Fool By The Roadside | When all works that have | | | 411 |
| 244: The Four Ages Of Man | He with body waged a fight, | | 8 | 619 |
| 245: The Ghost Of Roger Casement | O what has made that sudden noise? | | | 580 |
| 246: The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid | Kusta Ben Luka is my name, I write | | | 378 |
| 247: The Great Day | Hurrah for revolution and more cannon-shot! | | | 576 |
| 248: The Grey Rock | Poets with whom I learned my trade, | 1916 | 132 | 400 |
| 249: The Gyres | The gyres! the gyres! Old Rocky Face, look forth; | | | 377 |
| 250: The Harp Of Aengus | Edain came out of Midhir's hill, and lay | | | 594 |
| 251: The Hawk | Call down the hawk from the air; | | | 595 |
| 252: The Heart Of The Woman | O what to me the little room | | | 370 |
| 253: The Host Of The Air | O’Driscoll drove with a song, | | | 372 |
| 254: The Hosting Of The Sidhe | The host is riding from Knocknarea | | | 420 |
| 255: The Hour Before Dawn | A one-legged, one-armed, one-eyed man, | 1916 | 120 | 447 |
| 256: The Hour-Glass | He said we might choose the subject for the lesson | 1912 | 740 | 415 |
| 257: The Indian To His Love | The island dreams under the dawn | | | 354 |
| 258: The Indian Upon God | I passed along the water's edge below the humid trees, | | | 408 |
| 259: The Lady's First Song | I turn round | | | 614 |
| 260: The Lady's Second Song | What sort of man is coming | | | 559 |
| 261: The Lady's Third Song | When you and my true lover meet | | | 559 |
| 262: The Lake Isle Of Innisfree | I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, | | | 381 |
| 263: The Lamentation Of The Old Pensioner | Although I shelter from the rain | | | 586 |
| 264: The Leaders Of The Crowd | They must to keep their certainty accuse | | | 546 |
| 265: The Living Beauty | I’ll say and maybe dream I have drawn content | | | 553 |
| 266: The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods | If this importunate heart trouble your peace | | | 385 |
| 267: The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love | Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, | | | 569 |
| 268: The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends | Though you are in your shining days, | | | 543 |
| 269: The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days | O women, kneeling by your altar-rails long hence, | | | 544 |
| 270: The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart | All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, | | | 623 |
| 271: The Lover's Song | Bird sighs for the air, | | | 606 |
| 272: The Madness Of King Goll | I sat on cushioned otter-skin: | | | 632 |
| 273: The Magi | Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye, | | 8 | 419 |
| 274: The Man And The Echo | In a cleft that's christened Alt | | | 659 |
| 275: The Man Who Dreamed Of Faeryland | He stood among a crowd at Dromahair; | | | 664 |
| 276: The Mask | Put off that mask of burning gold | | 15 | 448 |
| 277: The Meditation Of The Old Fisherman | You waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play, | | | 643 |
| 278: The Moods | Time drops in decay, | | | 652 |
| 279: The Mother Of God | The threefold terror of love; a fallen flare | | | 642 |
| 280: The Mountain Tomb | Pour wine and dance if Manhood still have pride, | | 12 | 362 |
| 281: The Municipal Gallery Revisited | Around me the images of thirty years: | | | 662 |
| 282: The New Faces | If you, that have grown old, were the first dead, | | | 645 |
| 283: The Nineteenth Century And After | Though the great song return no more | | | 643 |
| 284: The O'Rahilly | Sing of the O'Rahilly, | | | 633 |
| 285: The Old Age Of Queen Maeve | MAEVE the great queen was pacing to and fro, | | | 659 |
| 286: The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water | I heard the old, old men say, | | | 641 |
| 287: The Old Stone Cross | A statesman is an easy man, | | | 642 |
| 288: The Peacock | What's riches to him | | 11 | 406 |
| 289: The People | What have I earned for all that work,’ I said, | | | 651 |
| 290: The Phases of the Moon | An old man cocked his ear upon a bridge; | | | 723 |
| 291: The Pilgrim | I fasted for some forty days on bread and buttermilk, | | | 618 |
| 292: The Player Queen | My mother dandled me and sang, | | 20 | 390 |
| 293: The Players Ask For A Blessing On The Psalteries And On Themselves | Hurry to bless the hands that play, | | | 693 |
| 294: The Poet Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends | Though you are in your shining days, | | | 655 |
| 295: The Ragged Wood | O hurry where by water among the trees | | | 649 |
| 296: The Realists | Hope that you may understand! | | 8 | 392 |
| 297: The Results Of Thought | Acquaintance; companion; | | | 674 |
| 298: The Rose Of Battle | Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! | | | 632 |
| 299: The Rose Of Peace | If Michael, leader of God's host | | | 657 |
| 300: The Rose Of The World | Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? | | | 655 |
| 301: The Rose Tree | O words are lightly spoken, | | | 701 |
| 302: The Sad Shepherd | That cry’s from the first cuckoo of the year | | | 660 |
| 303: The Saint And The Hunchback | Stand up and lift your hand and bless | | | 583 |
| 304: The Scholars | Bald heads forgetful of their sins, | | | 575 |
| 305: The Second Coming | Turning and turning in the widening gyre | | | 437 |
| 306: The Secret Rose | Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose, | | | 727 |
| 307: The Seven Sages | My great-grandfather spoke to Edmund Burke In Grattan's house. | | | 633 |
| 308: The Shadowy Waters | The deck of an ancient ship. At the right of the stage is the mast, | | | 588 |
| 309: The Song Of The Happy Shepherd | The woods of Arcady are dead, | | | 619 |
| 310: The Song Of The Old Mother | I Rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow | | | 689 |
| 311: The Song Of Wandering Aengus | I went out to the hazel wood, | | | 686 |
| 312: The Sorrow Of Love | The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves | | | 626 |
| 313: The Spirit Medium | Poetry, music, I have loved, and yet | | | 618 |
| 314: The Spur | You think it horrible that lust and rage | | | 570 |
| 315: The Statesman's Holiday | I Lived among great houses, | | | 376 |
| 316: The Statues | Pythagoras planned it. Why did the people stare? | | | 597 |
| 317: The Stolen Child | Where dips the rocky highland | | | 470 |
| 318: The Three Beggars | Though to my feathers in the wet, | | 64 | 722 |
| 319: The Three Bushes | Said lady once to lover, | | | 607 |
| 320: The Three Hermits | Three old hermits took the air | | 32 | 728 |
| 321: The Three Monuments | They hold their public meetings where | | | 639 |
| 322: The Tower | That is no country for old men. The young | | | 572 |
| 323: The Travail Of Passion | When the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide; | | | 632 |
| 324: The Two Kings | King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood | | 228 | 683 |
| 325: The Two Trees | Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, | | | 401 |
| 326: The Unappeasable Host | The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold, | | | 526 |
| 327: The Valley Of The Black Pig | The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears | | | 648 |
| 328: The Well And The Tree | The man that I praise, | | 16 | 664 |
| 329: The Wheel | Through winter-time we call on spring, | | | 518 |
| 330: The White Birds | I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! | | | 576 |
| 331: The Wild Old Wicked Man | Because I am mad about women I am mad about the hills | | | 522 |
| 332: The Wild Swans At Coole | The trees are in their autumn beauty, | | | 509 |
| 333: The Winding Stair And Other Poems | The light of evening, Lissadell, | | | 550 |
| 334: The Witch | Toil and grow rich, | | 8 | 648 |
| 335: The Withering Of The Boughs | I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds: | | | 533 |
| 336: The Young Man’s Song | I Whispered, ‘I am too young,’ | | 16 | 682 |
| 337: There | There all the barrel-hoops are knit, | | 4 | 664 |
| 338: These Are The Clouds | These are the clouds about the fallen sun, | | 12 | 702 |
| 339: Those Images | What if I bade you leave | | | 391 |
| 340: Three Marching Songs | Remember all those renowned generations, | | | 530 |
| 341: Three Movements | Shakespearean fish swam the sea, far away from land; | | | 363 |
| 342: Three Songs To The One Burden | The Roaring Tinker if you like, | | | 501 |
| 343: Three Songs To The Same Tune | Grandfather sang it under the gallows: | | | 483 |
| 344: To A Child Dancing In The Wind | Dance there upon the shore; | | 24 | 780 |
| 345: To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing | Now all the truth is out, | | 16 | 663 |
| 346: To A Poet | You say, as I have often given tongue | | 4 | 644 |
| 347: To A Shade | If you have revisited the town, thin Shade, | September 29th, 1913 | 26 | 654 |
| 348: To A Squirrel At Kyle-na-gno | Come play with me; | | | 600 |
| 349: To A Wealthy Man | You gave but will not give again | December 1912 | 36 | 666 |
| 350: To A Young Beauty | Dear fellow-artist, why so free | | | 536 |
| 351: To A Young Girl | My dear, my dear, I know | | | 558 |
| 352: To An Isle In The Water | Shy one, Shy one, | | | 532 |
| 353: To Be Carved On A Stone At Thoor Ballylee | I, The poet William Yeats, | | | 377 |
| 354: To Dorothy Wellesley | Stretch towards the moonless midnight of the trees, | | | 391 |
| 355: To Ireland In The Coming Times | Know, that I would accounted be | | | 418 |
| 356: To My Heart, Bidding It Have No Fear | Be you still, be you still, trembling heart; | | | 667 |
| 357: To Some I Have Talked With By The Fire | While I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes, | | | 421 |
| 358: To The Rose Upon The Road Of Time | Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! | | | 414 |
| 359: Tom O’Roughley | Though logic choppers rule the town, | | | 558 |
| 360: Towards Break Of Day | Was it the double of my dream | | | 418 |
| 361: Two Songs From A Play | I saw a staring virgin stand | | | 413 |
| 362: Two Songs Of A Fool | A speckled cat and a tame hare | | | 604 |
| 363: Two Songs Rewritten For The Tune's Sake | My Paistin Finn is my sole desire, | | | 375 |
| 364: Two Years Later | Has no one said those daring | | | 389 |
| 365: Under Ben Bulben | Swear by what the sages spoke | | | 453 |
| 366: Under Saturn | Do not because this day I have grown saturnine | | | 436 |
| 367: Under The Moon | I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde, | | | 447 |
| 368: Under The Round Tower | Although I’d lie lapped up in linen | | | 617 |
| 369: Upon A Dying Lady | With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace | | | 559 |
| 370: Upon A House Shaken By The Land Agitation | How should the world be luckier if this house, | | 12 | 646 |
| 371: Vacilliation | Between extremities | | | 458 |
| 372: Veronica's Napkin | The Heavenly Circuit; Berenice's Hair; | | | 395 |
| 373: What Magic Drum? | He holds him from desire, all but stops his breathing lest | | | 577 |
| 374: What Then? | His chosen comrades thought at school | | | 359 |
| 375: What Was Lost | I sing what was lost and dread what was won, | | | 408 |
| 376: When Helen Lived | We have cried in our despair | | 12 | 600 |
| 377: When You Are Old | When you are old and grey and full of sleep, | | | 708 |
| 378: Whence Had They Come? | Eternity is passion, girl or boy | | | 603 |
| 379: Who Goes With Fergus? | Who will go drive with Fergus now, | | | 376 |
| 380: Why Should Not Old Men Be Mad? | Why should not old men be mad? | | | 387 |
| 381: Wisdom | The true faith discovered was | | | 451 |
| 382: Words | I had this thought a while ago, | | | 385 |
| 383: Words For Music Perhaps | Bring me to the blasted oak | | | 426 |
| 384: Youth And Age | Much did I rage when young, | | | 447 |
