| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: A Comparison. | The lapse of time and rivers is the same, | | 12 | 319 |
| 2: A Fable. | A raven, while with glossy breast | | 40 | 319 |
| 3: A Hymn, For The Use Of The Sunday School At Olney. | Hear, Lord, the song of praise and prayer | | 24 | 251 |
| 4: A Living And A Dead Faith. | The Lord receives his highest praise | | 24 | 246 |
| 5: A Poetical Epistle To Lady Austen. | Dear Anna,—Between friend and friend | 1781 | 106 | 257 |
| 6: A Tale, Founded On A Fact, Which Happened In January 1779. | Where Humber pours his rich commercial stream | | 42 | 288 |
| 7: Abuse Of The Gospel. | Too many, Lord, abuse thy grace, | | 24 | 253 |
| 8: Addressed To Miss ----, On Reading The Prayer For Indifference, An Ode, By Mrs. Greville. | And dwells there in a female heart, | 1762 | 104 | 360 |
| 9: Afflictions Sanctified By The Word. | O how I love thy holy word, | | 24 | 242 |
| 10: An Epistle To An Afflicted Protestant Lady In France. | Madam,—A stranger’s purpose in these lays | | 50 | 255 |
| 11: An Epistle To Joseph Hill, Esq. | Dear Joseph,--five and twenty years ago | | 63 | 282 |
| 12: An Epistle To Robert Lloyd, Esq. | Tis not that I design to rob | | 90 | 274 |
| 13: An Epitaph. | Here lies one who never drew | 1792 | 18 | 352 |
| 14: An Ode, On Reading Richardson’s History Of Sir Charles Grandison. | Say, ye apostate and profane, | 1753 | 42 | 242 |
| 15: Annus Memorabilis, 1789. Written In Commemoration Of His Majesty’s Happy Recovery. | I ransack’d for a theme of song, | | 71 | 266 |
| 16: Another Comparison. Addressed To A Young Lady. | Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade, | | 10 | 258 |
| 17: Another Inscription For A Stone Erected On A Similar Occasion At The Same Place In The Following Year. | Reader! behold a monument | | 5 | 375 |
| 18: Another to the Same. (To Leonora) | Another Leonora once inspir'd | | 12 | 370 |
| 19: Another to the Same. (To Leonora) | Naples, too credulous, ah! boast no more | | 8 | 369 |
| 20: Beau’s Reply. | Sir, when I flew to seize the bird | | 28 | 357 |
| 21: Boadicea. An Ode. | When the British warrior queen, | | 44 | 247 |
| 22: Catharina. Addressed To Miss Stapleton (Afterwards Mrs. Courtney). | She came—she is gone—we have met | | 56 | 246 |
| 23: Catharina: The Second Part: On Her Marriage To George Courtenay, Esq. | Believe it or not, as you choose, | 1792 | 32 | 335 |
| 24: Charity. | Qua nihil majus meliusve terris | | 635 | 265 |
| 25: Contentment. - Philippians iv.11. | Fierce passions discompose the mind, | | 32 | 282 |
| 26: Conversation. | Nam neque me tantum venientis sibilus austri, | | 908 | 263 |
| 27: Cowper’s Reply. | To be remember’d thus is fame, | | 8 | 337 |
| 28: Dependence. | To keep the lamp alive, | | 24 | 238 |
| 29: Elegy I. To Charles Diodati.[1] | At length, my friend, the far-sent letters come, | | 95 | 246 |
| 30: Elegy II. On The Death Of The University Beadle At Cambridge.[1] | Thee, whose refulgent staff and summons clear, | | 30 | 269 |
| 31: Elegy III. Anno Aetates 17.[1] On The Death Of The Bishop Of Winchester.[2] | Silent I sat, dejected, and alone, | | 71 | 244 |
| 32: Elegy IV. Anno Aetates 18. To My Tutor, Thomas Young,[1] Chaplain Of The English Merchants Resident At Hamburg. | Hence, my epistle--skim the Deep--fly o'er | | 122 | 241 |
| 33: Elegy V. Anno Aetates 20. On The Approach Of Spring. | Time, never wand'ring from his annual round, | | 140 | 246 |
| 34: Elegy VI To Charles Diodati, When He Was Visiting In The Country | With no rich viands overcharg'd, I send | | 92 | 235 |
| 35: Elegy VI. Anno Aetates Undevigesimo.[1] | As yet a stranger to the gentle fires | | 113 | 354 |
| 36: Ephraim Repenting. - Jeremiah xxxi.18-20. | My God, till I received thy stroke, | | 24 | 278 |
| 37: Epigram Printed In The Northampton Mercury. | To purify their wine, some people bleed | | 8 | 321 |
| 38: Epitaph On A Free But Tame Redbreast, A Favourite Of Miss Sally Hurdis. | These are not dewdrops, these are tears, | 1792 | 24 | 340 |
| 39: Epitaph On A Hare. | Here lies, whom hound did ne’er pursue, | | 44 | 304 |
| 40: Epitaph On Dr. Johnson. | Here Johnson lies—a sage by all allow’d, | 1785 | 10 | 392 |
| 41: Epitaph On Fop, A Dog Belonging To Lady Throckmorton. | Though once a puppy, and though Fop by name, | 1792 | 10 | 359 |
| 42: Epitaph On Mr. Chester, Of Chicheley. | Tears flow, and cease not, where the good man lies, | 1793 | 6 | 360 |
| 43: Epitaph On Mrs. M. Higgins, Of Weston. | Laurels may flourish round the conqueror’s tomb, | 1791 | 8 | 269 |
| 44: Exhortation To Prayer. | What various hindrances we meet | | 24 | 238 |
| 45: Expostulation. | Why, weeps the muse for England? What appears | | 734 | 259 |
| 46: Extract From A Sunday-School Hymn. | Hear, Lord, the song of praise and prayer, | | 12 | 358 |
| 47: For The Poor. | When Hagar found the bottle spent, | | 20 | 220 |
| 48: Friendship. | What virtue, or what mental grace | | 216 | 280 |
| 49: From A Letter To The Rev. Mr. Newton, Late Rector Of St. Mary Woolnoth. | Says the pipe to the snuff-box, I can’t understand | | 24 | 335 |
| 50: Grace And Providence. | Almighty King! whose wondrous hand | | 24 | 249 |
| 51: Gratitude. Addressed To Lady Hesketh. | This cap, that so stately appears, | 1786 | 56 | 362 |
| 52: Hatred Of Sin. | Holy Lord God! I love thy truth, | | 20 | 244 |
| 53: Heroism. | There was a time when Ætna’s silent fire | | 90 | 270 |
| 54: Hope. | Ask what is human life—the sage replies, | | 771 | 257 |
| 55: Human Frailty. | Weak and irresolute is man; | | 24 | 237 |
| 56: I Will Praise The Lord At All Times. | Winter has a joy for me, | | 24 | 338 |
| 57: In Memory Of The Late John Thornton, Esq. | Poets attempt the noblest task they can, | 1790 | 50 | 357 |
| 58: Inscription For A Hermitage In The Author’s Garden. | This cabin, Mary, in my sight appears, | 1793 | 4 | 322 |
| 59: Inscription For A Moss-House In The Shrubbery At Weston. | Here, free from riot’s hated noise, | | 6 | 337 |
| 60: Inscription For A Stone Erected At The Sowing Of A Grove Of Oaks At Chillington, The Seat Of T. Giffard, Esq., 1790. | Other stones the era tell | 1790 | 17 | 344 |
| 61: Inscription For The Tomb Of Mr. Hamilton. | Pause here and think: a monitory rhyme | | 10 | 321 |
| 62: Jehovah Jesus. | My song shall bless the Lord of all, | | 24 | 243 |
| 63: Jehovah Our Righteousness. - Jeremiah xxiii.6. | My God, how perfect are thy ways! | | 20 | 287 |
| 64: Jehovah-Jireh. The Lord Will Provide. - Genesis xxii.14. | The saints should never be dismay’d, | | 24 | 398 |
| 65: Jehovah-Nissi. The Lord My Banner. - Exodus xvii.15. | By whom was David taught | | 30 | 323 |
| 66: Jehovah-Rophi. I Am The Lord That Healeth Thee. - Exodus xv.26. | Heal us, Emmanuel, here we are, | | 24 | 342 |
| 67: Jehovah-Shalom. The Lord Send Peace. - Judges vi.24. | Jesus, whose blood so freely stream’d, | | 24 | 332 |
| 68: Jehovah-Shammah. - Ezekiel xlviii.35. | As birds their infant brood protect, | | 20 | 277 |
| 69: Jesus Hasting To Suffer. | The Saviour, what a noble flame | | 20 | 257 |
| 70: Joy And Peace In Believing. | Sometimes a light surprises | | 32 | 238 |
| 71: Light Shining Out Of Darkness. | God moves in a mysterious way | | 24 | 361 |
| 72: Lines Addressed To Dr. Darwin, Author Of “The Botanic Garden.” | Two Poets (poets, by report, Not oft so well agree), | | 24 | 269 |
| 73: Lines Addressed To Miss Theodora Jane Cowper. | William was once a bashful youth, | | 36 | 356 |
| 74: Lines Composed For A Memorial Of Ashley Cowper, Esq. Immediately After His Death, By His Nephew William Of Weston. | Farewell! endued with all that could engage | 1788 | 12 | 329 |
| 75: Lines On A Sleeping Infant. | Sweet babe! whose image here express’d | | 8 | 360 |
| 76: Lines On The Death Of Sir William Russel. | Doom’d, as I am, in solitude to waste | | 22 | 419 |
| 77: Lines Written In An Album Of Miss Patty More’s, Sister Of Hannah More. | In vain to live from age to age | 1792 | 4 | 345 |
| 78: Lines. | Oh! to some distant scene, a willing exile | | 9 | 344 |
| 79: Lively Hope And Gracious Fear. | I was a grovelling creature once, | | 24 | 244 |
| 80: Longing To Be With Christ. | To Jesus, the Crown of my hope, | | 32 | 329 |
| 81: Looking Upwards In A Storm. | God of my life, to thee I call, | | 24 | 249 |
| 82: Love Abused. | What is there in the vale of life | | 24 | 238 |
| 83: Love Constraining To Obedience. | No strength of nature can suffice | | 24 | 231 |
| 84: Lovest Thou Me? - John xxi.16. | Hark, my soul! it is the Lord: | | 24 | 299 |
| 85: Mary And John. | If John marries Mary, and Mary alone, | | 4 | 346 |
| 86: Mourning And Longing. | The Saviour hides his face! | | 28 | 241 |
| 87: Mutual Forbearance Necessary To The Happiness Of The Married State. | The lady thus address’d her spouse | | 62 | 270 |
| 88: My Soul Thirsteth For God. | I thirst, but not as once I did, | | 20 | 243 |
| 89: Not Of Works. | Grace, triumphant in the throne, | | 24 | 249 |
| 90: O Lord, I Will Praise Thee. - Isaiah xii.1. | I will praise thee every day, | | 20 | 343 |
| 91: Ode To Apollo. On An Inkglass Almost Dried In The Sun. | Patron of all those luckless brains, | | 28 | 273 |
| 92: Ode To Peace. | Come, peace of mind, delightful guest! | | 24 | 235 |
| 93: Old Testament Gospel. - Hebrews iv.2. | Israel, in ancient days, Not only had a view | | 36 | 232 |
| 94: On A Goldfinch, Starved To Death In His Cage. | Time was when I was free as air, | | 18 | 271 |
| 95: On A Mischievous Bull, Which The Owner Of Him Sold At The Author’s Instance. | Go—thou art all unfit to share | | 24 | 240 |
| 96: On A Mistake In His Translation Of Homer. | Cowper had sinn’d with some excuse, | | 8 | 337 |
| 97: On A Plant Of Virgin’s Bower. Designed To Cover A Garden-Seat. | Thrive, gentle plant! and weave a bower | 1793 | 16 | 362 |
| 98: On A Similar Occasion. For The Year 1788. | Improve the present hour, for all beside | | 41 | 243 |
| 99: On A Similar Occasion. For The Year 1789. | O most delightful hour by man | | 38 | 239 |
| 100: On A Similar Occasion. For The Year 1790. | He who sits from day to day | | 38 | 230 |
| 101: On A Similar Occasion. For The Year 1792. | Happy the mortal who has traced effects | | 42 | 250 |
| 102: On A Similar Occasion. For The Year 1793. | He lives who lives to God alone, | | 40 | 228 |
| 103: On A Spaniel, Called Beau, Killing A Young Bird. | A Spaniel, Beau, that fares like you, | 1793 | 20 | 360 |
| 104: On Flaxman’s Penelope. | The suitors sinn’d, but with a fair excuse, | 1793 | 4 | 317 |
| 105: On Mrs. Montague’s Feather-Hangings. | The birds put off their every hue | | 56 | 232 |
| 106: On Observing Some Names Of Little Note Recorded In The Biographia Britannica. | Oh, fond attempt to give a deathless lot | | 14 | 241 |
| 107: On Opening A Place For Social Prayer. | Jesus! where’er thy people meet, | | 24 | 253 |
| 108: On Receiving Hayley’s Picture. | In language warm as could be breathed or penn’d | 1793 | 6 | 330 |
| 109: On Receiving Heyne’s Virgil From Mr. Hayley. | I should have deem’d it once an effort vain | | 4 | 334 |
| 110: On The Author Of Letters On Literature.[1] | The Genius of the Augustan age | | 12 | 277 |
| 111: On The Benefit Received By His Majesty From Sea-Bathing In The Year 1789. | O sovereign of an isle renown’d | | 8 | 342 |
| 112: On The Burning Of Lord Mansfield’s Library, Together With His Mss., By The Mob, In The Month Of June 1780. | So then—the Vandals of our isle, | | 12 | 240 |
| 113: On The Death Of A Minister. | His master taken from his head, | | 16 | 223 |
| 114: On The Death Of Mrs. (Afterwards Lady) Throckmorton’s Bullfinch. | Ye nymphs! if e’er your eyes were red | | 66 | 270 |
| 115: On the Death of the Bishop of Ely.[1] Anno Aetates 17. | My lids with grief were tumid yet, | | 68 | 331 |
| 116: On the Death of the Vice-Chancellor, A Physician.[1] | Learn ye nations of the earth | | 48 | 344 |
| 117: On the Engraver of his Portrait.[1] | Survey my Features--you will own it clear | | 8 | 330 |
| 118: On the Fifth of November. Anno Aetates 17. | Am pius extrema veniens Jacobus ab arcto | | 226 | 621 |
| 119: On The Gunpowder Plot.[1] | Cum simul in regem nuper satrapasque Britannos | | 42 | 711 |
| 120: On The High Price Of Fish. | Cocoa-nut naught, Fish too dear, | | 16 | 308 |
| 121: On The Ice Islands Seen Floating In The German Ocean. | What portents, from what distant region, ride, | 1799 | 64 | 315 |
| 122: On The Loss Of The Royal George. | Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more; | 1782 | 36 | 265 |
| 123: On The Neglect Of Homer. | Could Homer come himself, distress’d and poor, | | 4 | 297 |
| 124: On The Platonic 'Ideal' As It Was Understood By Aristotle. | Ye sister Pow'rs who o'er the sacred groves | | | 295 |
| 125: On The Promotion Of Edward Thurlow, Esq. To The Lord High Chancellorship Of England. | Round Thurlow’s head in early youth, | | 20 | 184 |
| 126: On The Queen’s Visit To London. The Night Of The Seventeenth Of March 1789. | When, long sequester’d from his throne, | 1789 | 80 | 281 |
| 127: On The Receipt Of A Hamper. | The straw-stuff’d hamper with his ruthless steel | | 8 | 304 |
| 128: On The Receipt Of My Mother’s Picture Out Of Norfolk, The Gift Of My Cousin, Ann Bodham. | O that those lips had language! Life has pass’d | | 121 | 245 |
| 129: On The Same. (On The Burning Of Lord Mansfield’s Library, Together With His Mss., By The Mob, In The Month Of June 1780.) | When wit and genius meet their doom | | 16 | 184 |
| 130: Pairing Time Anticipated. A Fable. | I shall not ask Jean Jaques Rousseau | | 66 | 226 |
| 131: Paradisum Amissam, Lib. II [1] | Quales aerii montis de vertice nubes | | 8 | 454 |
| 132: Peace After A Storm. | When darkness long has veil’d my mind, | | 24 | 206 |
| 133: Pity For Poor Africans. | I own I am shock’d at the purchase of slaves, | | 44 | 198 |
| 134: Pleading For And With Youth. | Sin has undone our wretched race, | | 24 | 194 |
| 135: Praise For Faith. | Of all the gifts thine hand bestows, | | 20 | 179 |
| 136: Praise For The Fountain Opened. - Zechariah xiii.1. | There is a fountain fill’d with blood | | 28 | 208 |
| 137: Prayer For A Blessing On The Young. | Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth | | 24 | 192 |
| 138: Prayer For Children. | Gracious Lord, our children see, | | 24 | 182 |
| 139: Prayer For Patience. | Lord, who hast suffer’d all for me, | | 24 | 189 |
| 140: Psalm CXIV | When the blest seed of Terah's faithful Son, | | 18 | 283 |
| 141: Psalm CXIV [1] | When Israel by Jehovah call'd | | 34 | 295 |
| 142: Report Of An Adjudged Case, Not To Be Found In Any Of The Books. | Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose, | | 32 | 185 |
| 143: Retirement. | Hackney’d in business, wearied at that oar, | | 808 | 193 |
| 144: Retirement. | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, | | 24 | 182 |
| 145: Sardis. - Revelation iii.1-6. | Write to Sardis,” saith the Lord, | | 24 | 203 |
| 146: Seeking The Beloved. | To those who know the Lord I speak, | | 24 | 180 |
| 147: Self-Acquaintance. | Dear Lord! accept a sinful heart, | | 24 | 177 |
| 148: Song. | When all within is peace, | | 24 | 284 |
| 149: Song. On Peace. | No longer I follow a sound; | 1783 | 16 | 182 |
| 150: Sonnet To A Young Lady On Her Birth-Day. | Deem not, sweet rose, that bloom’st’ midst many a thorn, | | 14 | 283 |
| 151: Sonnet To George Romney, Esq. On His Picture Of Me In Crayons, | Romney, expert infallibly to trace | 1792 | 14 | 300 |
| 152: Sonnet To William Wilberforce, Esq. | Thy country, Wilberforce, with just disdain, | 1792 | 16 | 361 |
| 153: Sonnet, Addressed To Henry Cowper, Esq. | Cowper, whose silver voice, task’d sometimes hard, | | 14 | 187 |
| 154: Sonnet, Addressed To William Hayley, Esq. | Hayley—thy tenderness fraternal shown | 1792 | 14 | 373 |
| 155: Stanzas Addressed To Lady Hesketh, By A Lady, | What wonder! if my wavering hand | | 12 | 308 |
| 156: Stanzas. | Pale death with equal foot strikes wide the door | | 42 | 211 |
| 157: Stanzas. On The Late Indecent Liberties Taken With The Remains Of Milton.[1] | Me too, perchance, in future days, | 1790 | 24 | 232 |
| 158: Submission. | O Lord, my best desire fulfil, | | 24 | 173 |
| 159: Table Talk. | You told me, I remember, glory, built | | 772 | 208 |
| 160: Temptation. | The billows swell, the winds are high, | | 20 | 201 |
| 161: That Nature Is Not Subject To Decay. | Ah, how the Human Mind wearies herself | | 83 | 290 |
| 162: The Bird’s Nest. A Tale.[1] | In Scotland’s realms, where trees are few, | 1793 | 80 | 233 |
| 163: The Castaway. | Obscurest night involved the sky, | 1799 | 66 | 239 |
| 164: The Christian. | Honour and happiness unite | | 24 | 180 |
| 165: The Cock-Fighter’s Garland.[1] | Muse—hide his name of whom I sing, | 1789 | 78 | 292 |
| 166: The Colubriad. | Close by the threshold of a door nail’d fast | 1782 | 41 | 175 |
| 167: The Contrite Heart. - Isaiah lvii.15. | The Lord will happiness divine | | 24 | 258 |
| 168: The Covenant. - Ezekiel xxxvi.25-28. | The Lord proclaims his grace abroad! | | 24 | 219 |
| 169: The Death of Damon. | Ye Nymphs of Himera (for ye have shed | | 305 | 289 |
| 170: The Distressed Travellers; Or, Labour In Vain. | I sing of a journey to Clifton, | | 77 | 217 |
| 171: The Diverting History Of John Gilpin; Showing How He Went Farther Than He Intended, And Came Safe Home Again. | John Gilpin was a citizen | | 252 | 189 |
| 172: The Dog And The Water Lily. No Fable. | The noon was shady, and soft airs | | 44 | 240 |
| 173: The Doves. | Reasoning at every step he treads, | | 40 | 215 |
| 174: The Fable of the Peasant and his Landlord.[1] | A Peasant to his lord yearly court, | | 12 | 305 |
| 175: The Faithful Bird. | The greenhouse is my summer seat; | | 36 | 200 |
| 176: The Flatting Mill. | When a bar of pure silver or ingot of gold | | 24 | 270 |
| 177: The Four Ages. | I could be well content, allowed the use | 1791 | 38 | 284 |
| 178: The Future Peace And Glory Of The Church. - Isaiah ix.15-20. | Hear what God the Lord hath spoken, | | 24 | 231 |
| 179: The Happy Change. | How blest thy creature is, O God, | | 24 | 178 |
| 180: The Heart Healed And Changed By Mercy. | Sin enslaved me many years, | | 24 | 165 |
| 181: The Hidden Life. | To tell the Saviour all my wants, | | 24 | 173 |
| 182: The House Of Prayer. - Mark xi.17. | Thy mansion is the Christian’s heart, | | 24 | 209 |
| 183: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book I. | Achilles sing, O Goddess! Peleus' son; | | 751 | 217 |
| 184: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book II. | All night both Gods and Chiefs equestrian slept, | | 1075 | 237 |
| 185: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book III. | Now marshall'd all beneath their several chiefs, | | 540 | 224 |
| 186: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book IV. | Now, on the golden floor of Jove's abode | | 644 | 174 |
| 187: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book IX. | So watch'd the Trojan host; but thoughts of flight, | | 885 | 182 |
| 188: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book V. | Then Athenæan Pallas on the son | | 1083 | 188 |
| 189: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book VI. | Thus was the field forsaken by the Gods. | | 645 | 188 |
| 190: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book VII. | So saying, illustrious Hector through the gates | | 570 | 176 |
| 191: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book VIII. | The saffron-mantled morning now was spread | | 655 | 186 |
| 192: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book X. | All night the leaders of the host of Greece | | 684 | 209 |
| 193: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XI. | Aurora from Tithonus' side arose | | 1034 | 204 |
| 194: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XII. | So was Menoetius' gallant son employ'd | | 573 | 229 |
| 195: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XIII. | When Jove to Hector and his host had given | | 1017 | 185 |
| 196: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XIV. | Nor was that cry by Nestor unperceived | | 632 | 177 |
| 197: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XIV. | The games all closed, the people went dispersed | | 1012 | 203 |
| 198: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XIX. | Now rose the morn in saffron vest attired | | 521 | 183 |
| 199: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XV. | But when the flying Trojans had o'erpass'd | | 903 | 175 |
| 200: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XVI. | Such contest for that gallant bark they waged. | | 1062 | 194 |
| 201: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XVII. | Nor Menelaus, Atreus' valiant son, | | 921 | 169 |
| 202: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XVIII. | Thus burn'd the battle like devouring fire. | | 765 | 208 |
| 203: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XX. | The Grecians, thus, before their lofty ships | | 619 | 168 |
| 204: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XXI. | But when they came, at length, where Xanthus winds | | 708 | 181 |
| 205: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XXII. | Thus they, throughout all Troy, like hunted fawns | | 602 | 234 |
| 206: The Iliad Of Homer: Translated Into English Blank Verse: Book XXIII. | Such mourning was in Troy; meantime the Greeks | | 1107 | 179 |
| 207: The Judgment Of The Poets. | Two nymphs, both nearly of an age, | 1791 | 40 | 279 |
| 208: The Light And Glory Of The Word. | The Spirit breathes upon the Word, | | 20 | 171 |
| 209: The Lily And The Rose. | The nymph must lose her female friend, | | 28 | 303 |
| 210: The Love Of The World Reproved: Or, Hypocrisy Detected. | Thus says the prophet of the Turk, | | 38 | 212 |
| 211: The Modern Patriot. | Rebellion is my theme all day; | | 24 | 177 |
| 212: The Moralizer Corrected. A Tale. | A hermit (or if ‘chance you hold | | 58 | 185 |
| 213: The Morning Dream. | Twas in the glad season of spring, | | 48 | 183 |
| 214: The Narrow Way. | What thousands never knew the road! | | 20 | 175 |
| 215: The Needless Alarm. A Tale. | There is a field, through which I often pass, | | 134 | 173 |
| 216: The Negro’s Complaint. | Forced from home and all its pleasures, | | 56 | 298 |
| 217: The New Convert. | The new-born child of gospel grace, | | 20 | 165 |
| 218: The Nightingale And Glowworm. | A nightingale, that all day long | | 38 | 177 |
| 219: The Philosopher and the King. | Know this, O King! that if thou shalt destroy | | 6 | 288 |
| 220: The Pine-Apple And The Bee. | The pine-apples, in triple row, | | 36 | 166 |
| 221: The Poet, The Oyster, And Sensitive Plant. | An Oyster, cast upon the shore, | | 66 | 190 |
| 222: The Poet’s New Year’s Gift. To Mrs. (Afterwards Lady) Throckmorton. | Maria! I have every good | | 20 | 191 |
| 223: The Poplar Field. | The poplars are fell’d, farewell to the shade, | | 20 | 311 |
| 224: The Progress Of Error. | Sing, muse (if such a theme, so dark, so long | | 625 | 176 |
| 225: The Retired Cat. | A poet’s cat, sedate and grave | 1791 | 117 | 298 |
| 226: The Rose. | The rose had been wash’d, just wash’d in a shower, | | 20 | 217 |
| 227: The Shining Light. | My former hopes are fled, | | 20 | 176 |
| 228: The Shrubbery. Written In A Time Of Affliction. | Oh, happy shades—to me unblest! | | 24 | 188 |
| 229: The Sower. - Matthew xiii.3. | Ye sons of earth, prepare the plough, | | 24 | 203 |
| 230: The Task. Book I. The Sofa. | I sing the Sofa. I, who lately sang | | 775 | 236 |
| 231: The Task. Book II. The Timepiece. | Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, | | 832 | 201 |
| 232: The Task. Book III. The Garden. | As one who, long in thickets and in brakes | | 848 | 201 |
| 233: The Task. Book IV. The Winter Evening. | Hark! 'tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge, | | 801 | 178 |
| 234: The Task. Book V. The Winter Morning Walk. | Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb | | 906 | 238 |
| 235: The Task. Book VI. The Winter Walk At Noon. | There is in souls a sympathy with sounds, | | 1024 | 187 |
| 236: The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death. | My soul is sad, and much dismay’d, | | 20 | 176 |
| 237: The Waiting Soul. | Breathe from the gentle south, O Lord, | | 24 | 173 |
| 238: The Winter Nosegay. | What Nature, alas! has denied | | 24 | 177 |
| 239: Tirocinium; Or, A Review Of Schools. | It is not from his form, in which we trace | | 924 | 172 |
| 240: To A Young Friend, On His Arriving At Cambridge Wet, When No Rain Had Fallen There. | If Gideon’s fleece, which drench’d with dew he found | 1793 | 8 | 252 |
| 241: To Christina, Queen of Sweden, with Cromwell's Picture.[1] | Christina, maiden of heroic mien! | | | 284 |
| 242: To Dr. Austin, Of Cecil Street, London. | Austin! accept a grateful verse from me, | | 14 | 283 |
| 243: To Giovanni Battista Manso, Marquis of Villa. | These verses also to thy praise the Nine | | 114 | 274 |
| 244: To Giovanni Salzilli, a Roman Poet, in his Illness. Scazons.[1] | My halting Muse, that dragg'st by choice along | | 40 | 279 |
| 245: To John Johnston, Esq., On His Presenting Me With An Antique Bust Of Homer. | Kinsman beloved, and as a son, by me! | 1793 | 14 | 257 |
| 246: To Leonora,[1] Singing in Rome.[2] | Angelus unicuique suus (sic credite gentes) | | 10 | 638 |
| 247: To Mary (Mrs. Unwin). | The twentieth year is well nigh past | 1793 | 52 | 228 |
| 248: To Mary. | The twentieth year is well-nigh past | | 52 | 242 |
| 249: To Miss C-----, On Her Birthday. | How many between east and west | 1786 | 8 | 261 |
| 250: To Mr. John Rouse, Librarian of the University of Oxford, An Ode[1] on a Lost Volume of my Poems Which He Desired Me to Replace that He Might Add Them to My Other Works Deposited in the Library. | My two-fold Book! single in show | | 92 | 276 |
| 251: To Mrs. King, On Her Kind Present To The Author, A Patchwork Counterpane Of Her Own Making. | The bard, if e’er he feel at all, | 1790 | 36 | 267 |
| 252: To Mrs. Newton. | A noble theme demands a noble verse, | | 36 | 284 |
| 253: To Mrs. Throckmorton, On Her Beautiful Transcript Of Horace’s Ode, “Ad Librum Suum.” | Maria, could Horace have guess’d | 1790 | 16 | 269 |
| 254: To Mrs. Unwin. | Mary! I want a lyre with other strings, | 14 | | 254 |
| 255: To My Cousin, Anne Bodham, On Receiving From Her A Network Purse Made By Herself. | My gentle Anne, whom heretofore, | 1793 | 12 | 279 |
| 256: To My Father. | Oh that Pieria's spring would thro' my breast | | 148 | 283 |
| 257: To Sir Joshua Reynolds. | Dear President, whose art sublime | | 42 | 236 |
| 258: To The Immortal Memory Of The Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April 26, 1784. | Where hast thou floated, in what seas pursued | | 27 | 282 |
| 259: To The Nightingale, Which The Author Heard Sing On New Year’s Day. | Whence is it that, amazed, I hear | 1792 | 24 | 280 |
| 260: To The Rev. Mr. Newton, On His Return From Ramsgate. | That ocean you have late survey’d, | 1780 | 16 | 177 |
| 261: To The Rev. W. Cawthorne Unwin. | Unwin, I should but ill repay | | 30 | 208 |
| 262: To The Rev. William Bull. | My dear Friend, If reading verse be your delight, | 1792 | 72 | 291 |
| 263: To The Reverend Mr. Newton. An Invitation Into The Country. | The swallows in their torpid state | | 24 | 173 |
| 264: To The Same. (Lines Addressed To Miss Theodora Jane Cowper.) | How quick the change from joy to woe, | | 20 | 267 |
| 265: To The Spanish Admiral Count Gravina, On His Translating The Author’s Song On A Rose Into Italian Verse. | My rose, Gravina, blooms anew, | 1793 | 4 | 251 |
| 266: To Warren Hastings, Esq. By An Old Schoolfellow Of His At Westminster. | Hastings! I knew thee young, and of a mind, | | 6 | 272 |
| 267: To William Hayley, Esq. | Dear architect of fine chateaux in air, | 1793 | 14 | 334 |
| 268: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book I | Muse make the man thy theme, for shrewdness famed | | 566 | 268 |
| 269: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book II | Aurora, rosy daughter of the dawn, | | 555 | 278 |
| 270: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book III | The sun, emerging from the lucid waves, | | 626 | 269 |
| 271: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book IV | In hollow Lacedæmon's spacious vale | | 1028 | 279 |
| 272: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book IX | Then answer, thus, Ulysses wise return'd. | | 668 | 270 |
| 273: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book V | Aurora from beside her glorious mate | | 600 | 276 |
| 274: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book VI | There then the noble suff'rer lay, by sleep | | 409 | 261 |
| 275: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book VII | Such pray'r Ulysses, toil-worn Chief renown'd, | | 431 | 252 |
| 276: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book VIII | But when Aurora, daughter of the dawn, | | 720 | 237 |
| 277: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book X | We came to the Æolian isle; there dwells | | 698 | 249 |
| 278: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XI | Arriving on the shore, and launching, first, | | 780 | 251 |
| 279: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XII | And now, borne seaward from the river-stream | | 531 | 263 |
| 280: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XIII | He ceas'd; the whole assembly silent sat, | | 531 | 241 |
| 281: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XIV | Leaving the haven-side, he turn'd his steps | | 650 | 259 |
| 282: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XIX | They went, but left the noble Chief behind | | 749 | 206 |
| 283: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XV | Meantime to Lacedæmon's spacious vale | | 675 | 240 |
| 284: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XVI | It was the hour of dawn, when in the cot | | 567 | 244 |
| 285: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XVII | Now look'd Aurora from the East abroad, | | 729 | 215 |
| 286: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XVIII | Now came a public mendicant, a man | | 534 | 231 |
| 287: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XX | But in the vestibule the Hero lay | | 476 | 378 |
| 288: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XXI | Minerva, now, Goddess cærulean-eyed, | | 520 | 197 |
| 289: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XXII | Then, girding up his rags, Ulysses sprang | | 580 | 198 |
| 290: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XXIII | And now, with exultation loud the nurse | | 448 | 193 |
| 291: Translation of: The Odyssey of Homer: Book XXIV | And now Cyllenian Hermes summon'd forth | | 638 | 230 |
| 292: Translations Of The Italian Poems | Fair Lady, whose harmonious name the Rheno | | 85 | 388 |
| 293: True And False Comforts. | O God, whose favourable eye | | 24 | 167 |
| 294: True Pleasures. | Lord, my soul with pleasure springs, | | 24 | 178 |
| 295: Truth. | Man, on the dubious waves of error toss’d, | | 590 | 164 |
| 296: Vanity Of The World | God gives his mercies to be spent; | | 24 | 272 |
| 297: Verses Addressed To A Country Clergyman, Complaining Of The Disagreeableness Of The Day Annually Appointed For Receiving The Dues At The Parsonage | Come, ponder well, for ‘tis no jest, | | 68 | 181 |
| 298: Verses Printed By Himself, On A Flood At Olney. | To watch the storms, and hear the sky | | 18 | 288 |
| 299: Verses Selected From An Occasional Poem Entitled “Valediction.” | O Friendship! cordial of the human breast! | 1783 | 50 | 291 |
| 300: Verses To The Memory Of Dr. Lloyd. | Our good old friend is gone; gone to his rest, | | 24 | 290 |
| 301: Verses Written At Bath, On Finding The Heel Of A Shoe. | Fortune! I thank thee: gentle goddess! thanks! | 1748 | 46 | 175 |
| 302: Verses, Supposed To Be Written By Alexander Selkirk, During His Solitary Abode In The Island Of Juan Fernandez. | I am monarch of all I survey, | | 56 | 159 |
| 303: Walking With God. - Genesis v.24. | Oh! for a closer walk with God, | | 24 | 332 |
| 304: Welcome Cross. | Tis my happiness below Not to live without the cross, | | 24 | 162 |
| 305: Welcome To The Table. | This is the feast of heavenly wine, | | 20 | 166 |
| 306: Wisdom. - Proverbs viii.22-31. | Ere God had built the mountains, | | 32 | 248 |
| 307: Yardley Oak.[1] | Survivor sole, and hardly such, of all | 1791 | 161 | 293 |
