| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: A Prayer For Aid. | Oh, make me see Thee, Lord, where'er I go! | | 14 | 189 |
| 2: A Prayer For Faith. | There's not on earth a thing more vile and base | | 14 | 139 |
| 3: A Prayer For Grace In Death. First Reading. | What though strong love of life doth flatter me | | 14 | 141 |
| 4: A Prayer For Grace In Death. Second Reading. | Ofttimes my great desire doth flatter me | | 14 | 127 |
| 5: A Prayer For Purification. | Perchance that I might learn what pity is, | | 14 | 134 |
| 6: A Prayer For Strength. | Burdened with years and full of sinfulness, | | 14 | 179 |
| 7: A Prayer To Nature. Amor Redivivus. - First Reading | That thy great beauty on our earth may be | | 14 | 140 |
| 8: A Prayer To Nature. Amor Redivivus. - Second Reading. | If only that thy beauties here may be | | 14 | 138 |
| 9: After The Death Of Vittoria Colonna. A Wasted Brand. | If being near the fire I burned with it, | | 14 | 125 |
| 10: After The Death Of Vittoria Colonna. After Sunset. | Well might I in those days so fortunate, | | 14 | 123 |
| 11: After The Death Of Vittoria Colonna. Irreparable Loss. | When my rude hammer to the stubborn stone | | 14 | 195 |
| 12: After The Death Of Vittoria Colonna. Love's Triumph Over Death. | When she who was the source of all my sighs, | | 14 | 132 |
| 13: At The Foot Of The Cross. | Freed from a burden sore and grievous band, | | 14 | 124 |
| 14: Beauty And The Artist. | A heart of flaming sulphur, flesh of tow, | | 14 | 146 |
| 15: Beauty's Intolerable Splendour. | If but the fire that lightens in thine eyes | | 14 | 142 |
| 16: Carnal And Spiritual Love. First Reading. | Swift through the eyes unto the heart within | | 14 | 145 |
| 17: Carnal And Spiritual Love. Second Reading. | Swift through the eyes unto the heart within | | 14 | 118 |
| 18: Celestial And Earthly Love. | Love is not always harsh and deadly sin: | | 14 | 111 |
| 19: Celestial Love. | I saw no mortal beauty with these eyes | | 14 | 134 |
| 20: First Reading. To Vittoria Colonna. The Model And The Statue. | When divine Art conceives a form and face, | | 14 | 115 |
| 21: Flesh And Spirit. | Well may these eyes of mine both near and far | | 14 | 130 |
| 22: Heart-Coldness. | Fain would I wish what my heart cannot will: | | 14 | 136 |
| 23: Heaven-Born Beauty. First Reading. | As one who will reseek her home of light, | | 14 | 118 |
| 24: Heaven-Born Beauty. Second Reading. | It came, I know not whence, from far above, | | 14 | 111 |
| 25: In Love's Own Time. | Had I but earlier known that from the eyes | | 14 | 143 |
| 26: Invective Against The People Of Pistoja. | I've gotten it, thanks to your courtesy; | | 17 | 126 |
| 27: Joy May Kill. | Too much good luck no less than misery | | 14 | 133 |
| 28: Light And Darkness. | He who ordained, when first the world began, | | 14 | 134 |
| 29: Love And Art. | As pen and ink alike serve him who sings | | 14 | 154 |
| 30: Love And Death. | Whene'er the idol of these eyes appears | | 14 | 120 |
| 31: Love Feeds The Flame Of Age. | When masters bind a slave with cruel chain, | | 20 | 125 |
| 32: Love In Youth And Age. First Reading. | Bring back the time when blind desire ran free, | | 14 | 120 |
| 33: Love In Youth And Age. Second Reading. | Bring back the time when glad desire ran free | | 14 | 128 |
| 34: Love Is A Refiner's Fire. | It is with fire that blacksmiths iron subdue | | 14 | 131 |
| 35: Love Lifts To God. | From thy fair face I learn, O my loved lord, | | 14 | 117 |
| 36: Love Misinterpreted. | If the undying thirst that purifies | | 14 | 222 |
| 37: Love's Argument With Reason. | Reason laments and grieves full sore with me, | | 14 | 127 |
| 38: Love's Dilemma. | I deemed upon that day when first I knew | | 14 | 131 |
| 39: Love's Entreaty. | Thou knowest, love, I know that thou dost know | | 14 | 120 |
| 40: Love's Evening. | What though long waiting wins more happiness | | 14 | 116 |
| 41: Love's Excuse. | From happy tears to woeful smiles, from peace | | 14 | 121 |
| 42: Love's Expostulation. | If love be chaste, if virtue conquer ill, | | 14 | 134 |
| 43: Love's Flame Doth Feed On Age. | | | 14 | 124 |
| 44: Love's Furnace. | So friendly is the fire to flinty stone, | | 14 | 119 |
| 45: Love's Justification. First Reading. | Sometimes my love I dare to entertain | | 14 | 130 |
| 46: Love's Justification. Second Reading. | It must be right sometimes to entertain | | 14 | 115 |
| 47: Love's Loadstone. First Reading. | I know not if it be the longed-for light | | 14 | 112 |
| 48: Love's Loadstone. Second Reading. | I know not if it be the fancied light | | 14 | 112 |
| 49: Love's Paradoxes. | Far off with fire I feel a cold face lit, | | 14 | 142 |
| 50: Love's Servitude. | He who is bound by some great benefit, | | 14 | 165 |
| 51: Love's Vain Expense. | Give back unto mine eyes, ye fount and rill, | | 14 | 147 |
| 52: No Escape From Love. | I cannot by the utmost flight of thought | | 14 | 132 |
| 53: On Dante Alighieri. | From heaven his spirit came, and robed in clay | | 14 | 118 |
| 54: On Dante Alighieri. | No tongue can tell of him what should be told, | | 14 | 116 |
| 55: On Rome In The Pontificate Of Julius II. | Here helms and swords are made of chalices: | | 14 | 140 |
| 56: Proem. The Philosophic Flight. | Now that these wings to speed my wish ascend, | | 14 | 120 |
| 57: Sacred Night. | All hollow vaults and dungeons sealed from sight, | | 14 | 142 |
| 58: Second Reading. To Vittoria Colonna. The Model And The Statue. | When that which is divine in us doth try | | 14 | 98 |
| 59: Thanks For A Gift. | The sugar, candles, and the saddled mule, | | 14 | 142 |
| 60: The Amulet Of Love. | Far more than I was wont myself I prize: | | 14 | 123 |
| 61: The Artist And His Work. | How can that be, lady, which all men learn | | 14 | 130 |
| 62: The Blood Of Christ. | Mid weariness and woe I find some cheer | | 14 | 119 |
| 63: The Death Of Christ. | Not less elate than smitten with wild woe | | 14 | 98 |
| 64: The Defence Of Night. | O night, O sweet though sombre span of time! | | 14 | 131 |
| 65: The Doom Of Beauty. | Choice soul, in whom, as in a glass, we see, | | 14 | 137 |
| 66: The Garland And The Girdle. | What joy hath yon glad wreath of flowers that is | | 14 | 121 |
| 67: The Heavenly Birth Of Love And Beauty. | This heart of flesh feeds not with life my love: | | 14 | 120 |
| 68: The Impeachment Of Night. | What time bright Phoebus doth not stretch and bend | | 14 | 108 |
| 69: The Lover And The Sculptor. | The best of artists hath no thought to show | | 14 | 127 |
| 70: The Silkworm. | Kind to the world, but to itself unkind, | | 14 | 129 |
| 71: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - A Parable Of Wise Men And The World. | Once on a time the astronomers foresaw | | 14 | 109 |
| 72: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - A Prophecy Of Judgment. No. 1. The Reign Of Antichrist. | While yet the eagle preys, and growls the bear; | | 14 | 105 |
| 73: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - A Prophecy Of Judgment. No. 2. The Doom Of The Impious. | You sect most adverse to the good and true, | | 14 | 101 |
| 74: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - A Prophecy Of Judgment. No. 3. The Golden Age. | If men were happy in that age of gold, | | 14 | 96 |
| 75: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - A Sonnet On Caucasus. | I fear that by my death the human race | | 14 | 101 |
| 76: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - A Writer Of Eclogues. To Annibale Caraccioli, | Lycoris, Lycidas, and Dryope | | 14 | 107 |
| 77: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - Against Hypocrites. | Deep in their hearts they hide the lusts of Hell: | | 14 | 107 |
| 78: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - An Exhortation To Mankind. | Ye dwellers on this world, to the first Mind | | 14 | 115 |
| 79: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - Apology By Paradox. | The Devil's not so ugly as they paint; | | 14 | 107 |
| 80: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - Conscience. | All crime is its own torment, bearing woe | | 14 | 118 |
| 81: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - Earthly And Divine Love. | God gives us life, and God our life preserves; | | 14 | 112 |
| 82: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - God Made And God Rules. | The fabric of the world--earth, air, and skies | | 14 | 111 |
| 83: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - Hypocrites. | Who comes and saith: 'A Tyrant, lo, am I!' | | 14 | 107 |
| 84: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - Ideal Love. | He who loves truly, grows in force and might; | | 14 | 106 |
| 85: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - Love Of Self And God. | This love of self sinks man in sinful sloth: | | 14 | 106 |
| 86: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - Nebuchadnezzar's Image. | The golden head was Babylon; she passed: | | 14 | 102 |
| 87: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - On Italy. | That Lady who to Caesar came in state | | 14 | 113 |
| 88: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - On The Lord's Prayer. No. 2. | Where are the freedom and high feats that spring | | 14 | 90 |
| 89: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - On The Lord's Prayer. No. 3. | Then shall ye pray with every hour that flies; | | 14 | 107 |
| 90: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - On The Lord'S Prayer. No. I. | Ye vile offscourings! with unblushing face | | 14 | 111 |
| 91: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - On The Sepulchre Of Christ. No. 2. | Here bend in boundless wonder; bow your head: | | 14 | 105 |
| 92: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - On The Sepulchre Of Christ. No. I. | O you who love the part more than the whole, | | 14 | 94 |
| 93: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - Self-Love. | Self-love fools man with false opinion | | 14 | 111 |
| 94: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - Sophists. | Behold, I am a Sophist!' no man saith. | | 14 | 107 |
| 95: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Bad Prince. | Organ of rut, not reason, is the lord | | 14 | 95 |
| 96: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Book Of Nature. | The world's the book where the eternal Sense | | 14 | 105 |
| 97: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Brood Of Ignorance. | To quell three Titan evils I was made, | | 14 | 111 |
| 98: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Dungeon. | As to the centre all things that have weight | | 14 | 108 |
| 99: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Future. | Clothed in white robes I see the Holy Sire | | 14 | 110 |
| 100: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Human Comedy. | Nature, by God directed, formed in space | | 14 | 115 |
| 101: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Millennium. | Nay, God forbid that mid these tragic throes | | 14 | 115 |
| 102: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Modern Cupid. | Through full three thousand years the world reveres | | 14 | 98 |
| 103: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The People. | The people is a beast of muddy brain, | | 14 | 141 |
| 104: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Philosopher. | Wisdom is riches great and great estate, | | 14 | 99 |
| 105: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Present. | Black robes befit our age. Once they were white; | | 14 | 134 |
| 106: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Price Of Freedom. | From Rome to Greece, from Greece to Libya's sand, | | 14 | 106 |
| 107: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Proem. | Born of God's Wisdom and Philosophy, | | 14 | 100 |
| 108: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Resurrection. | If Christ was only six hours crucified | | 14 | 100 |
| 109: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Sage On Earth. | Bound and yet free, companioned and alone, | | 14 | 110 |
| 110: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Samaritan. | From Rome to Ostia a poor man went; | | 17 | 109 |
| 111: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Soul's Apology. | Six thousand years or more on earth I've been: | | 14 | 107 |
| 112: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Soul. | A handful of brain holds me: I consume | | 14 | 113 |
| 113: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The True Kings. | Nero was king by accident in show; | | 14 | 102 |
| 114: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Universe. | The world's a living creature, whole and great, | | 14 | 111 |
| 115: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The World's A Stage. | The world's a theatre: age after age, | | 14 | 115 |
| 116: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - The Year 1603. | The first heaven-wandering lights I see ascend | | 14 | 106 |
| 117: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - To Death. | O Death, the wage of our first father's blame, | | 14 | 114 |
| 118: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - To Genoa. | The nymphs of Arno; Adria's goddess-queen; | | 14 | 103 |
| 119: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - To God For Help. | How wilt Thou I should gain a harbour fair, | | 14 | 105 |
| 120: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - To God On Prayer. | O Thou, who, mingling Force and Love, dost draw | | 14 | 117 |
| 121: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - To Jesus Christ. | Thy followers to-day are less like Thee, | | 14 | 91 |
| 122: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - To Poland. | High o'er those realms that make blind chance the heir | | 14 | 98 |
| 123: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - To Ridolfo Di Bina. | Wisdom and love, O Bina, gave thee wings, | | 14 | 96 |
| 124: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - To Telesius Of Cosenza. | Telesius, the arrow from thy bow | | 14 | 113 |
| 125: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - To The Poets. | Valour to pride hath turned; grave holiness | | 14 | 110 |
| 126: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - To The Swiss. | Ye Alpine rocks! If less your peaks elate | | 14 | 99 |
| 127: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - To Tobia Adami. | Holding the cynic lantern in your hand, | | 14 | 105 |
| 128: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - To Venice. | New Ark of Noah! when the cruel scourge | | 14 | 104 |
| 129: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - True And False Nobility. | Valour and mind form real nobility, | | 14 | 108 |
| 130: The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - What Makes A King. | He who hath brush and colours, and chance-wise | | 14 | 109 |
| 131: The Transfiguration Of Beauty: A Dialogue With Love. | Nay, prithee tell me, Love, when I behold | | 14 | 125 |
| 132: To Gandolfo Porrino. On His Mistress Faustina Mancina. | That new transcendent fair who seems to be | | 14 | 127 |
| 133: To Giorgio Vasari. On The Brink Of Death. | Now hath my life across a stormy sea | | 14 | 102 |
| 134: To Giorgio Vasari. On The Lives Of The Painters. | With pencil and with palette hitherto | | 14 | 107 |
| 135: To Giorgio Vasari. Vanity Of Vanities. | The fables of the world have filched away | | 14 | 119 |
| 136: To Giovanni Da Pistoja. On The Painting Of The Sistine Chapel. | I've grown a goitre by dwelling in this den | | 20 | 115 |
| 137: To Luigi Del Riccio, After The Death Of Cecchino Bracci. | Scarce had I seen for the first time his eyes | | 14 | 113 |
| 138: To Luigi Del Riccio. | It happens that the sweet unfathomed sea | | 14 | 126 |
| 139: To Monsignor Lodovico Beccadelli. Urbino. | God's grace, the cross, our troubles multiplied, | | 14 | 112 |
| 140: To Pope Julius II. | My Lord! if ever ancient saw spake sooth, | | 14 | 117 |
| 141: To Tommaso De' Cavalieri. Love The Light-Giver. | With your fair eyes a charming light I see, | | 14 | 113 |
| 142: To Tommaso De' Cavalieri. Love's Lordship. | Why should I seek to ease intense desire | | 14 | 114 |
| 143: To Vittoria Colonna. A Matchless Courtesy. | Blest spirit, who with loving tenderness | | 14 | 113 |
| 144: To Vittoria Colonna. Brazen Gifts For Golden. | Seeking at least to be not all unfit | | 14 | 114 |
| 145: Waiting For Death. | My death must come; but when, I do not know: | | 14 | 123 |
| 146: Waiting In Faith. | If through the eyes the heart speaks clear and true, | | 14 | 213 |
