| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: Go, faithless bloom! on Delia's cheek Your boasted captivations try; Alas! o'er Nature would you seek To gain one moment's victory? Her softer tint, sweet look, and gentle air, Shall prove you're but a vain intruder there. But go, display y | When men exert their utmost pow'rs, | | 18 | 760 |
| 2: A Roundelay. | Wide thro' the azure blue and bright | | 18 | 531 |
| 3: A Song. | These shades were made for Love alone, | | 12 | 650 |
| 4: A Song. | When stormy show'rs from Heav'n descend, | | 8 | 613 |
| 5: A Song. The Lover The Lute Of His Deceased Mistress. | Alas! but like a summer's dream | | 8 | 681 |
| 6: A Song. To The Moon. | Thou, lamp! the gods benignly gave, | | 16 | 582 |
| 7: An Indian Massacre-Song. | See, the waves clasp the Sun, as he sinks from our sight, | | 20 | 1637 |
| 8: An Irish Song | Poor Molly O'Flannagan (Lord rest her soul!) | | 10 | 841 |
| 9: Bankruptcy Rendered Easy. | The Cit, relying on his trade, | | 36 | 529 |
| 10: Echo. | Echo! thou sweet enchantress of the grove! | | 4 | 750 |
| 11: Epigram On The Author And Eliza Frequently Differing In Opinion. | To such extremes were I and Bet | | 4 | 479 |
| 12: Epigram On The Grave Of Robespierre. | Nay, passenger, don't mourn his lot; | | 4 | 559 |
| 13: Epigram, On Winning A Young Lady's Money At Cards. | How fairly Fortune all her gifts imparts; | | 2 | 525 |
| 14: Epigram, Upon Seeing The Dilapidated State Of Bethlem Hospital. | Well with the purpose does the place agree; | | 2 | 644 |
| 15: Epitaph On A Friend. | By painful sickness long severely prest, | | 8 | 483 |
| 16: Epitaph To The Memory Of A Worthy Man, The Rev. Mr. Sleep, Curate Of Kingswear Church, Devon, Whose Devotional Elocution Was Remarkably Impregnated With Soporific Qualities. | Reader! since Parson Sleep is gone, | | 6 | 535 |
| 17: Farewell Lines To Bristol Hot Wells. | Bristol! in vain thy rocks attempt the sky, | | 32 | 516 |
| 18: Impromptu Lines Upon A Very Handsome Woman Keeping The Hotel De Lion Blanc, At Dantzig. | The sign of the house should be chang'd, I'll be sworn, | | 4 | 709 |
| 19: Impromptu Lines, Upon Anacreon Moore's Saying That He Disliked Singing To Men. | By Beauty's caresses, like Cupid, half-spoil'd, | | 10 | 492 |
| 20: Impromptu To Madame C ---- Written At Paris, Upon Her Appearing Equally Modestly And Elegantly Dressed, Amidst The Semi-Nakedness Of The Rest Of The Female Fashionables. | Whilst, in a dress that one might swear | | 10 | 567 |
| 21: Impromptu, In Reply To A Lady, Who Asked The Author What Childhood Resembled. | How like is childhood to the lucid tide | | 4 | 789 |
| 22: In Devonshire. | Tell me, thou grotto! o'er whose brow are seen | | 38 | 559 |
| 23: Jeu D'Esprit Upon A Very Pretty Woman Asking The Author His Opinion Of Beauty. | Madam! you ask what marks for beauty pass: | | 2 | 697 |
| 24: Lines Addressed To A Young Lady In Germany, Who, Until Her Sister, Honoured The Author By Walking With Him In The Evening. | Adieu! dear girl! if we are doom'd to part, | | 14 | 695 |
| 25: Lines Occasioned By The Death Of Lieutenant J ---- , Who Was Killed By A Pistol-Shot, Accidentally Discharged By His Friend, Captain B ---- . | With horror dumb, tho' guiltless, stood | | 12 | 520 |
| 26: Lines On A Little Bird Singing At The Window Of The Author, Soon After The Death Of A Beloved Sister. | Go, little flutt'rer! seek thy feather'd loves, | | 12 | 577 |
| 27: Lines On Lady W ---- Appearing At The Exhibition. | When lovely Delphine sought the crowded scene, | | 8 | 460 |
| 28: Lines On The Caledonian Harp Being Succeeded By The Highland Bagpipes. | In days that long have glided by, | | 34 | 543 |
| 29: Lines Sent With Some Indian Rouge To Miss W ---- . | Go, faithless bloom! on Delia's cheek | | 12 | 651 |
| 30: Lines To A Laurel-Leaf, Sent To The Author By Miss ---- . | Tho' unknown is the hand that bestow'd thee on me, | | 4 | 497 |
| 31: Lines To A Promising Young Artist. | These bays be thine; and, tho' not form'd to shine | | 127 | 663 |
| 32: Lines To A Robin. | Why, trembling, silent, wand'rer! why, | | 32 | 536 |
| 33: Lines To A Young Lady, Occasioned By Her Declining An Offer Of Marriage Made Her By A Very Accomplished Friend Of The Author. | Oh! form'd to prompt the smile or tear, | | 14 | 634 |
| 34: Lines To An Accomplished Young Lady, | Tis said (and I believe it too) | | 12 | 526 |
| 35: Lines To An Auricula, Belonging To ---- . | Thou rear'st thy beauteous head, sweet flow'r | | 36 | 487 |
| 36: Lines To Annette. | Canst thou, Annette, thy lover see? | | 18 | 627 |
| 37: Lines To Delia, On Her Wearing A Muslin Veil. | Say, Delia, why, in muslin shade, | | 16 | 521 |
| 38: Lines To Fortune | Oh, Fortune! I have seen thee shed | | 20 | 549 |
| 39: Lines To Health, Upon The Recovery Of A Friend From A Dangerous Illness. | Sweet guardian of the rosy cheek! | | 44 | 663 |
| 40: Lines To Her Royal Highness The Princess Elizabeth, Upon The Prints From Her Beautiful Drawings Of The Birth And Triumph Of Cupid. | Once, for a palace, Painting left her grove, | | 12 | 541 |
| 41: Lines To Julia. | Tho', Julia, we are doom'd to part, | | 14 | 589 |
| 42: Lines To Lady Warren, On The Departure Of Sir John Borlase Warren, K.B. To Take The Command Of A Squadron. | Oh! why does sorrow shade thy face, | | 20 | 675 |
| 43: Lines To Miss ---- , | Is it that plaided thus you wish to prove | | 20 | 546 |
| 44: Lines To Miss ---- , Accompanied By A Rose And A Lily. | I look'd the fragrant garden round | | 6 | 481 |
| 45: Lines To Miss C. On Her Leaving The Country. | Since Friendship soon must bid a fond adieu, | | 18 | 534 |
| 46: Lines To Miss Chinnery, Of Gillwell-House, Upon Her Appearing In A Dress With May-Flowers And Leaves Tastefully Displayed. | Tell me what taught thee to display | | 16 | 667 |
| 47: Lines To Miss E. Atkinson, On Her Presenting The Author With An Irish Pebble. | Oft does the lucid pebble shine, | | 12 | 518 |
| 48: Lines To Miss L ---- D ---- . | When Heav'n, sweet Laura! form'd thy mind, | | 12 | 495 |
| 49: Lines To Mrs. A. Clarke. | Within his cold and cheerless cell, | | 36 | 685 |
| 50: Lines To Mrs. B ---- , At Bristol Hot Wells | Tho' nought, amid these darkened groves, | | 8 | 501 |
| 51: Lines To My Mother, On Her Attaining Her 70Th Year. | Oh! with what genuine pleasure do I trace | | 16 | 504 |
| 52: Lines To Selina | Twas when the leaves were yellow turn'd, | | 24 | 490 |
| 53: Lines To Sir Robert Ker Porter, Knight Of The Imperial Order Of St. Joachim | To save the credit of the dame, | | 20 | 687 |
| 54: Lines To Study. | O Study! while thy lovers raise | | 32 | 684 |
| 55: Lines To The Memory Of An Amiable Youth, Of Great Promise, Whose Afflicted Parents Received The Intelligence Of His Having Been Drowned, At The Very Time When His Arrival Was Expected From Abroad. | Dire were the horrors of that ruthless storm, | | 56 | 528 |
| 56: Lines To The Memory Of Erasmus, By Oudaan, Inscribed On The Pedestal Of The Statue Raised In Honour Of The Former, In Rotterdam. | Erasmus, here, the eloquent and wise, | | 16 | 677 |
| 57: Lines To The Memory Of Mrs. A.H. Holdsworth, Late Of Mount Galpin, Devonshire. | Tyrant of all our loves and friendships here, | | 24 | 504 |
| 58: Lines To The Memory Of Mrs. B ---- | Ah, stranger! if thy pilgrim footsteps love, | | 12 | 489 |
| 59: Lines To The Memory Of My Dear Brother, W.T.P. Carr, Esq. | Tho' no funereal grandeur swell my song, | | 115 | 578 |
| 60: Lines To The Tune Of "Oh! Lady Fair! Where Art Thou Going?" | Sing, bird of grief! still eve descending, | | 8 | 664 |
| 61: Lines Upon A Diamond Cross, Worn On Her Bosom By Miss C.M. | Well on that neck, sweet Kitty! may you wear | | 8 | 551 |
| 62: Lines Upon A Lady Dying Soon After She Had Been Wrecked On The Cornish Coast, Leaving A Little Infant Behind Her. | Sweet stranger! tho' the merc'less storm | | 16 | 667 |
| 63: Lines Upon Hearing Miss ---- Sing At An Evening Party. The Nightingale's Complaint. | The Moon had bespangled the murmuring wave, | | 18 | 629 |
| 64: Lines Upon Mademoiselle Delphine Saulot Singing Some Equisite Airs In The Gardens Of Mousseau, Near Paris. | In Mousseau's sweet Arcadian dale | | 12 | 533 |
| 65: Lines Upon Reading The Journal Of A Friend'S Tour Into Scotland, In Which The Picturesque Scenery And The Character Of The People Are Fairly And Liberally Stated. | Much injur'd, Scotia! was thy genuine worth, | | 18 | 532 |
| 66: Lines Upon Seeing ---- At One Of The Annual Banquets Given In Guildhall. | Gorgeous and splendid was the sight; | | 16 | 517 |
| 67: Lines Upon Seeing A Beautiful Infant Sleeping On The Bosom Of Its Mother. | Upon its native pillow dear, | | 16 | 701 |
| 68: Lines Upon The Death Of The Lady Of Lieutenant-Colonel Adams, Who Lately Died Of A Decline In The East Indies. | When Time a mellowing tint has thrown | | 48 | 531 |
| 69: Lines Upon The Rev. Mr. C ---- 's Impromptu Compositions Of Some Of Bowles's Sonnets. | No sweeter verse did e'er inspire | | 8 | 626 |
| 70: Lines Written At Brighton. | From Mirth's bright circle, from the giddy throng, | | 64 | 517 |
| 71: Lines Written At Fredensborg, The Deserted Palace Of The Late Queen Dowager Juliana Maria [A]. | Bless'd are the steps of Virtue's queen! | | 24 | 619 |
| 72: Lines Written At Kilkenny, On The Theatricals Of That City. | Amid the ruins of monastic gloom, | | 32 | 694 |
| 73: Lines Written At The Sea-Side In Devonshire, In The Month Of November, When The Ships From Newfoundland Return. | Still Summer lingers on these peaceful shores, | | 28 | 490 |
| 74: Lines Written En Badinage, After Visiting A Paper-Mill Near Tunbridge-Wells, In Consequence Of The Lovely Miss W ---- , Who Excels In Drawing, Requesting The Author To Describe The Process Of Making Paper, In Verse. | Reader! I do not wish to brag; | | 28 | 654 |
| 75: Lines Written In A Cottage By The Sea-Side | Twas on a night of wildest storms, | | 32 | 554 |
| 76: Lines Written In A Fine Winter'S Day, At The Shooting-Box Of My Friend, W. Cope, Esq. Near Orpington, Kent. | Tho' leafless are the woods, tho' flow'rs no more, | | 26 | 550 |
| 77: Lines Written In A Hermitage, At Dronningaard, Near Copenhagen. | Delicious gloom! asylum of repose! | | 20 | 534 |
| 78: Lines Written On Delia, Listening To Her Canary-Bird. | When thoughtless Delia unconcern'd surveys | | 8 | 485 |
| 79: Lines Written Upon A Hill, On Leaving The Country. | Ah! sweet romantic spot, adieu! | | 12 | 501 |
| 80: Lines Written Upon A Watch-String, Made And Presented To The Author By Miss ---- . | Say, lovely Charlotte! will you let me prove | | 6 | 501 |
| 81: Lines Written Upon Seeing A Blind Young Woman In North Wales, | The morning purple on the hill, | | 20 | 528 |
| 82: Lines, Supposed To Be Written By A Female Friend, Upon An Infant Recommended To Her Care By Its Dying Mother. | Bless'd be thy slumbers, little love! | | 16 | 489 |
| 83: Lines[A] Written In A Beautiful Spot, The Favourite Retreat Of Delia. | Streams ever limpid, fresh, and clear, | | 18 | 536 |
| 84: Love And The Spring-Flower. | Tis pity, ev'ry maiden knows, | | 8 | 679 |
| 85: Occasional Lines Repeated At An Elegant Entertainment | By your permission, Ladies! I address ye, | | 84 | 673 |
| 86: Parody On "The Golden Days Of Good Queen Bess | To my Muse give attention, and deem it not a mystery | | 26 | 597 |
| 87: Rebecca, A Ballad. | Rebecca was the fairest maid | | 42 | 549 |
| 88: Song - Upon The Admiration Of The Valour And Amiable Qualities Of Lord Nelson, Expressed By Junot, Now Duke Of Abrantes, Who, By The Chances Of War, Was For A Short Time The British Hero's Prisoner. | A wreath from an immortal bough | | 6 | 713 |
| 89: Song. | Nature's imperfect child, to whom | | 12 | 619 |
| 90: Song. | Ah! if my voice is heard in vain, | | 8 | 680 |
| 91: Song. | Wilt thou, because thy Florio loves, | | 12 | 627 |
| 92: Song. - To The Tune Of "Ye Gentlemen Of England." Written During A Period When It Was Confidently Believed That The French Would Invade Our Country. | No gentleman of England now sits at home at ease, | | 12 | 674 |
| 93: Song. The Words Adapted To "The Cossaka," One Of The Most Ancient Of The Russ Airs. | Has Time a changeling made of thee? | | 16 | 509 |
| 94: Song. Written During A Period When It Was Confidently Believed That The French Would Invade Our Country. | When storms on the ocean Create high emotion, | | 20 | 663 |
| 95: Sonnet Upon A Swedish Cottage, Written On The Road, Within A Few Miles Of Stockholm. | Here, far from all the pomp Ambition seeks, | | 14 | 521 |
| 96: Sonnet, Occasioned By Reading An Inscription On The Tombstone Of Captain Christensen, Of Krajore, In Norway, Who Died In Consequence Of The Bite Of His Dog, When It Was Mad. | Ah! hapless stranger! who, without a tear, | | 14 | 646 |
| 97: Sonnet. | The leaves are flutter'd by no tell-tale gales, | | 14 | 612 |
| 98: State Tricks Or A Peep Into The Cabinet Of The Premier Consul, At St. Cloud, On The Night Of The 26Th Oct. 1803. | My dear Talleyrand! I am sorry to send | | 79 | 687 |
| 99: The Following Lines In French, Are inscribed upon the Pedestal of a Statue of Cupid, In A Garden At Utrecht. | To Beauty give your heart, your sighs, | | 16 | 706 |
| 100: The Fury Of Discord | In a chariot of fire, thro Hell's flaming arch, | | 104 | 618 |
| 101: The Hectic. | Upon the breezy cliff's impending brow, | | 14 | 593 |
| 102: The Mushroom. | Awake, my Muse! awake each slumb'ring string, | | 53 | 630 |
| 103: The Rhingau Song. | With wine-leaves crown the jovial cup, | | 36 | 716 |
| 104: The Song Of Grief | By the walk of the willows I pour'd out my theme, | | 20 | 629 |
| 105: The Water-Nymph Of The Rock. | The nymph, to whom this stream you owe, | | 8 | 514 |
| 106: Time And The Lover. | Oh, Time! thy merits who can know? | | 12 | 445 |
| 107: To Miss Atkinson, On The Extreme Diffidence Which She Displays To Strangers. | Just as a fawn, in forest shade, | | 8 | 488 |
| 108: Valentine Verses, Sent To My Young Friend, Miss Emma Trevelyan, Of Wallington-House, Northumberland. | Emma! 'tis early time for thee | | 20 | 561 |
| 109: Verses On An Autumnal Leaf. | Think not, thou pride of Summer's softest strain! | | 20 | 525 |
| 110: Verses To Miss M. G ---- , Accompanied With A Dried Heliotrope, Which She Had Presented To The Author A Year Before. | Time, since thou gav'st this flow'r to me, | | 12 | 514 |
| 111: Verses To The Tomb Of A Friend. | Dearer to me, thou pile of dust! | | 28 | 512 |
| 112: Yarrimore. | My poor heart flutters like the sea | | 16 | 573 |
