| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: A Royal Welcome. | By England's side we stand, | | 42 | 76 |
| 2: A Thought For Spring. | I am happier for the Spring; | | 12 | 82 |
| 3: An Evening Thought. | Bird of the fanciful plumage, | | 18 | 75 |
| 4: Au Revoir. | That morn our hearts were like artesian wells, | | 71 | 74 |
| 5: Autumn. | If seasons, like the human race, had souls, | | 66 | 97 |
| 6: Brock. | One voice, one people, one in heart | 1859 | 37 | 94 |
| 7: Colin. | Who'll dive for the dead men now, | | 60 | 84 |
| 8: Crowned. | Her thoughts are sweet glimpses of heaven, | | 27 | 67 |
| 9: Death Of Wolfe. | They run! they run!" - "Who run?" Not they | | 24 | 72 |
| 10: Dedicatory Poem. | Dear Carrie, were we truly wise, | 1860 | 44 | 79 |
| 11: England's Hope And England's Heir. | England's Hope and England's Heir! | | 40 | 103 |
| 12: Eva. | God bless the darling Eva!" was my prayer. | | 14 | 91 |
| 13: Flowers. | Thank God I love the Flowers! | | 24 | 85 |
| 14: Gertrude. | Underneath the maple-tree | | 20 | 72 |
| 15: Glimpses. | Sounds of rural life and labour! | | 40 | 79 |
| 16: Good Night. | We never say, "Good Night;" | | 24 | 74 |
| 17: Grandpere. | Old Grandpere gat in the corner, | | 24 | 90 |
| 18: Her Star. | When the heavens throb and vibrate | | 63 | 80 |
| 19: Hesperus: A Legend Of The Stars. | The Stars are heaven's ministers; | | 497 | 72 |
| 20: Hopeless. | I think through the long, long evenings, | | 16 | 107 |
| 21: Ingratitude. | Full on the wave the moonlight weeps, | | 18 | 89 |
| 22: Into The Silent Land. | Oh for a pen of light, a tongue of fire, | | 410 | 71 |
| 23: Lost And Found. | In the mildest, greenest grove | | 72 | 83 |
| 24: Love And Truth. | Young Love sat in a rosy bower, | | 42 | 89 |
| 25: Love's Anniversary. | Like a bold, adventurous swain, | | 116 | 105 |
| 26: Malcolm. | Boy! this world has ever been | | 54 | 89 |
| 27: Margery. | Truth lights our minds as sunrise lights the world. | | 166 | 68 |
| 28: Mariline. | At the wheel plied Mariline, | | 234 | 72 |
| 29: My Prayer. | O God! forgive the erring thought, | | 52 | 89 |
| 30: Night And Morning. | The winds are piping loud to-night, | | 16 | 89 |
| 31: Proem. To Sonnets. | Alice, I need not tell you that the Art | | 84 | 82 |
| 32: Rose. | When the evening broods quiescent | | 40 | 79 |
| 33: Song - I'd Be A Fairy King. | Oh, I'd be a Fairy King, | | 45 | 72 |
| 34: Song - Love While You May. | Day by day, with startling fleetness, | | 16 | 82 |
| 35: Song For Canada. | Sons of the race whose sires | | 60 | 75 |
| 36: Song. - Clara And I. | We have a joke whenever we meet, | | 30 | 76 |
| 37: Sonnet: - I. | My soul goes out to meet her, and my heart | | 14 | 78 |
| 38: Sonnet: - II. | Tis summer still, yet now and then a leaf | | 14 | 74 |
| 39: Sonnet: - III. | Oh, holy sabbath morn! thrice blessed day | | 14 | 96 |
| 40: Sonnet: - IV. | The birds are singing merrily, and here | | 14 | 79 |
| 41: Sonnet: - IX. | Another day of rest, and I sit here | | 14 | 80 |
| 42: Sonnet: - V. | Blest Spirit of Calm that dwellest in these woods! | | 14 | 96 |
| 43: Sonnet: - VI. | Through every sense a sweet balm permeates, | | 14 | 98 |
| 44: Sonnet: - VII. | Our life is like a forest, where the sun | | 14 | 81 |
| 45: Sonnet: - VIII. | Above where I am sitting, o'er these stones, | | 14 | 122 |
| 46: Sonnet: - X. | Poor snail, that toilest at my weary feet, | | 14 | 102 |
| 47: Sonnet: - XI. | Oh, that I were the spirit of these wilds! | | 14 | 74 |
| 48: Sonnet: - XII. | The moon shone down on fair Eliza's face, | | 14 | 75 |
| 49: Sonnet: - XIII. | I've almost grown a portion of this place, | | 14 | 75 |
| 50: Sonnet: - XIV. | There is no sadness here. Oh, that my heart | | 14 | 80 |
| 51: Sonnet: - XIX. | How my heart yearns towards my friends at home! | | 14 | 75 |
| 52: Sonnet: - XV. | Last night I heard the plaintive whippoorwill, | | 14 | 81 |
| 53: Sonnet: - XVI. | My footsteps press where, centuries ago, | | 14 | 83 |
| 54: Sonnet: - XVII. | THERE WAS A TIME - and that is all we know! | | 14 | 100 |
| 55: Sonnet: - XVIII. | I do not wonder that the Druids built | | 14 | 75 |
| 56: Sonnet: - XX. | I sat within the temple of her heart, | | 14 | 88 |
| 57: Sonnet: - XXI. | Intense young soul, that takest hearts by storm, | | 14 | 73 |
| 58: Sonnet: - XXII. | Dark, dismal day - the first of many such! | | 14 | 72 |
| 59: The April Snow-Storm - 1858. | Spread lightly, virgin shower, | 1858 | 28 | 75 |
| 60: The Comet - October, 1858. | Erratic Soul of some great Purpose, doomed | 1858 | 48 | 82 |
| 61: The Dreamer. | Spirit of Song! whose whispers | | 24 | 84 |
| 62: The Falls Of The Chaudière, Ottawa. | I have laid my cheek to Nature's, placed my puny hand in hers, | | 136 | 72 |
| 63: The Happy Harvesters. - A Cantata. | Autumn, like an old poet in a haze | | 330 | 77 |
| 64: The Light In The Window Pane. | A joy from my soul's departed, | | 70 | 85 |
| 65: The Mystery. | My mind is like a troubled sea | | 58 | 72 |
| 66: The Plains Of Abraham. | I stood upon the Plain, | | 54 | 76 |
| 67: The Poet's Recompense. | His heart's a burning censer, filled with spice | | 14 | 80 |
| 68: The Rapid. St. Lawrence. | All peacefully gliding, | | 30 | 167 |
| 69: The Snows. Upper Ottawa. | Over the snows, | | 44 | 81 |
| 70: The Soul. | All my mind has sat in state, | | 56 | 91 |
| 71: The Swallows. | I asked the first stray swallow of the spring, | | 10 | 84 |
| 72: The Unattainable. | I yearn for the Unattainable; | | 20 | 87 |
| 73: The Wine Of Song. | Within Fancy's Halls I sit, and quaff | | 42 | 68 |
| 74: The Wren. | Early each spring the little wren | | 36 | 91 |
| 75: True Love. | Her love is like the hardy flower | | 16 | 85 |
| 76: Within Thine Eyes. | Within thine eyes two spirits dwell, | | 30 | 61 |
| 77: Yearnings. | I long for diviner regions, | | 16 | 74 |
| 78: Young Again. | Young again! Young again! | | 24 | 83 |
