| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: A Fleeting Glimpse Of A Village. | How graceful the picture! the life, the repose! | | 4 | 418 |
| 2: A Lament. | O paths whereon wild grasses wave! | | 16 | 442 |
| 3: A Love For Winged Things. | My love flowed e'er for things with wings. | | 8 | 467 |
| 4: A Queen Five Summers Old. | She is so little - in her hands a rose: | | 108 | 424 |
| 5: A Simile. | Thou art like the bird | | 4 | 495 |
| 6: A Storm Simile. | See, where on high the moving masses, piled | | 6 | 430 |
| 7: After The Coup D'Êtat. | Before foul treachery and heads hung down, | | 20 | 387 |
| 8: An Autumnal Simile. | The leaves that in the lonely walks were spread, | | 6 | 453 |
| 9: An Old-Time Lay. | Where your brood seven lie, | | 21 | 447 |
| 10: Angel Or Demon. | Angel or demon! thou, - whether of light | | 36 | 456 |
| 11: Apostrophe To Nature. | O Sun! thou countenance divine! | | 12 | 434 |
| 12: Baby's Seaside Grave. | Brown ivy old, green herbage new; | | 17 | 447 |
| 13: Battle Of The Norsemen And The Gaels. | Ho! hither flock, ye fowls of prey! | | 40 | 419 |
| 14: Beloved Name. | The lily's perfume pure, fame's crown of light, | | 30 | 392 |
| 15: Boaz Asleep. | At work within his barn since very early, | | 64 | 448 |
| 16: Charity. | Lo! I am Charity," she cries, | | 60 | 399 |
| 17: Childhood. | The small child sang; the mother, outstretched on the low bed, | | 12 | 482 |
| 18: Come When I Sleep. | Oh! when I sleep, come near my resting-place, | | 15 | 420 |
| 19: Cornflowers. | While bright but scentless azure stars | | 79 | 368 |
| 20: Cromwell And The Crown. | And is it mine? And have my feet at length | | 23 | 437 |
| 21: Death, In Life. | We pass - these sleep | | 18 | 447 |
| 22: Dictated Before The Rhone Glacier. | When my mind, on the ocean of poesy hurled, | | 54 | 425 |
| 23: Don Rodrigo. - A Moorish Ballad. | Unto the chase Rodrigo's gone, | | 44 | 372 |
| 24: Early Love Revisited. | I have wished in the grief of my heart to know | | 48 | 427 |
| 25: Envy And Avarice. | Envy and Avarice, one summer day, | | 66 | 405 |
| 26: Epitaph. | He lived and ever played, the tender smiling thing. | | 12 | 462 |
| 27: Esmeralda In Prison. | Phoebus, is there not this side the grave, | | 16 | 399 |
| 28: Eviradnus. - The Knight Errant. | What was it Sigismond and Ladisläus said? | | 1437 | 385 |
| 29: Expectation. | Squirrel, mount yon oak so high, | | 21 | 442 |
| 30: Fact Or Fable? | One fasting day, itched by his appetite, | | 20 | 457 |
| 31: First Love. | You're strange, and yet I love you thus. | | 22 | 427 |
| 32: Freedom And The World. | Weak is the People - but will grow beyond all other | | 4 | 410 |
| 33: Gastibelza. | Gastibelza, with gun the measure beating, | | 79 | 378 |
| 34: Genius. | Woe unto him! the child of this sad earth, | | 30 | 416 |
| 35: Guitar Song. | How shall we flee sorrow - flee sorrow? said he. | | 9 | 425 |
| 36: Have You Nothing To Say For Yourself? | Speak, if you love me, gentle maiden! | | 16 | 427 |
| 37: Holyrood Palace. | Palace and ruin, bless thee evermore! | | 6 | 447 |
| 38: How Butterflies Are Born. | The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers | | 20 | 406 |
| 39: How Good Are The Poor. | Tis night - within the close stout cabin door, | | 139 | 391 |
| 40: I Am Content. | True; I dwell lone, | | 24 | 531 |
| 41: Imperial Revels. | Cheer, courtiers! round the banquet spread | | 40 | 389 |
| 42: Indignation! | Thou who loved Juvenal, and filed | | 12 | 415 |
| 43: Infantile Influence. | The child comes toddling in, and young and old | | 54 | 397 |
| 44: Inscription For A Crucifix.[1] | Ye weepers, the Mourner o'er mourners behold! | | 4 | 388 |
| 45: Insult Not The Fallen. | I tell you, hush! no word of sneering scorn | | 20 | 421 |
| 46: Invocation. | Say, Lord! for Thou alone canst tell | | 12 | 375 |
| 47: Jersey. | Dear Jersey! jewel jubilant and green, | | 28 | 386 |
| 48: King Canute. | King Canute died.[1] Encoffined he was laid. | | 112 | 461 |
| 49: King Louis XVII. | The golden gates were opened wide that day, | | 91 | 369 |
| 50: L'Année Terrible. | You've lived a year, then, yesterday, sweet child, | | 52 | 540 |
| 51: La Légende Des Siècles. | Then, with his children, clothed in skins of brutes, | | 66 | 493 |
| 52: Lord Rochester's Song. | Hold, little blue-eyed page! | | 24 | 374 |
| 53: Love Of The Woodland. | Orpheus, through the hellward wood | | 32 | 405 |
| 54: Love's Treacherous Pool | Young maiden, true love is a pool all mirroring clear, | | 8 | 359 |
| 55: Lover's Song. | My soul unto thy heart is given, | | 12 | 461 |
| 56: Madelaine. | List to me, O Madelaine! | | 48 | 448 |
| 57: Marriage And Feasts. | The hall is gay with limpid lustre bright | | 105 | 362 |
| 58: Mazeppa. | As when a mortal - Genius' prize, alack! | | 11 | 440 |
| 59: Mentana. [1] | Young soldiers of the noble Latin blood, | | 210 | 380 |
| 60: Milton's Appeal To Cromwell. | Stay! I no longer can contain myself, | | 113 | 446 |
| 61: Moonlight On The Bosphorus. | Bright shone the merry moonbeams dancing o'er the wave; | | 20 | 427 |
| 62: More Strong Than Time. | Since I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet, | | 20 | 421 |
| 63: Morning. | Morning glances hither, | | 24 | 478 |
| 64: Moses On The Nile. | Sisters! the wave is freshest in the ray | | 105 | 369 |
| 65: Mothers. | See all the children gathered there, | | 24 | 508 |
| 66: Mourning. | Charles, Charles, my son! hast thou, then, quitted me? | | 32 | 385 |
| 67: My Happiest Dream. | I love to look, as evening fails, | | 24 | 432 |
| 68: My Napoleon. | Above all others, everywhere I see | | 48 | 395 |
| 69: My Thoughts Of Ye. | What do I dream of? Far from the low roof, | | 36 | 384 |
| 70: Napoleon "The Little." | How well I knew this stealthy wolf would howl, | | 11 | 432 |
| 71: Nero's Incendiary Song. | Aweary unto death, my friends, a mood by wise abhorred, | | 56 | 416 |
| 72: No Assassination. | Pray Rome put up her poniard! | | 36 | 419 |
| 73: Noormahal The Fair.[1] | Between two ebon rocks | | 24 | 392 |
| 74: Oh, Why Not Be Happy?[1] | Oh, why not be happy this bright summer day, | | 16 | 387 |
| 75: Old Ocean. | I stood by the waves, while the stars soared in sight, | | 12 | 420 |
| 76: On A Flemish Window-Pane. | Within thy cities of the olden time | | 25 | 377 |
| 77: On Hearing The Princess Royal[1] Sing. | In thine abode so high | | 44 | 425 |
| 78: Outside The Ball-Room. | Behold the ball-room flashing on the sight, | | 48 | 391 |
| 79: Paternal Love. | My child! oh, only blessing Heaven allows me! | | 27 | 376 |
| 80: Patria.[1] | Who smiles there? Is it | | 52 | 404 |
| 81: Pirates' Song. | We're bearing fivescore Christian dogs | | 40 | 507 |
| 82: Poland. | Alone, beneath the tower whence thunder forth | | 14 | 500 |
| 83: Poor Little Children. | Mother birdie stiff and cold, | | 15 | 397 |
| 84: Prayer For France. | O God! if France be still thy guardian care, | | 18 | 452 |
| 85: Prelude To "The Songs Of Twilight." | How shall I note thee, line of troubled years, | | 40 | 397 |
| 86: Regret. | Yes, Happiness hath left me soon behind! | | 35 | 513 |
| 87: Roses And Butterflies. | The grave receives us all: | | 16 | 412 |
| 88: Satire On The Earth. | A clod with rugged, meagre, rust-stained, weather-worried face, | | 21 | 415 |
| 89: Sea-Adventurers' Song. | We told thirty when we started | | 112 | 384 |
| 90: Serenade. | When the voice of thy lute at the eve | | 24 | 385 |
| 91: Shooting Stars. | See the scintillating shower! | | 16 | 429 |
| 92: Song Of Love. | If there be a velvet sward | | 24 | 393 |
| 93: Song Of The German Lanzknecht | Flourish the trumpet! and rattle the drum! | | 31 | 360 |
| 94: St. John. | One day, the sombre soul, the Prophet most sublime | | 15 | 454 |
| 95: Still Be A Child. | In youthful spirits wild, | | 36 | 418 |
| 96: Sunset. | The sun set this evening in masses of cloud, | | 16 | 419 |
| 97: Sweet Charmer.[1] | Though heaven's gate of light uncloses, | | 16 | 354 |
| 98: Sweet Memory Of Love. | As life wanes on, the passions slow depart, | | 24 | 421 |
| 99: Sweet Sister. | Sweet sister, if you knew, like me, | | 20 | 385 |
| 100: The Beacon In The Storm. | Hark to that solemn sound! | | 40 | 440 |
| 101: The Beggar's Quatrain. | Blind, as was Homer; as Belisarius, blind, | | 4 | 393 |
| 102: The Blinded Bourbons. | Who then, to them[1] had told the Future's story? | | 18 | 390 |
| 103: The Boy On The Barricade. | Like Casabianca on the devastated deck, | | 45 | 393 |
| 104: The Boy-King's Prayer. | The good steed flew o'er river and o'er plain, | | 40 | 382 |
| 105: The Carrier Pigeon. | Who then - oh, who, is like our God so great, | | 8 | 429 |
| 106: The Children Of The Poor. | Take heed of this small child of earth; | | 20 | 460 |
| 107: The Cow. | Before the farm where, o'er the porch, festoon | | 44 | 428 |
| 108: The Cup On The Battle-Field. | My sire, the hero with the smile so soft, | | 27 | 396 |
| 109: The Cymbaleer's Bride. | My lord the Duke of Brittany | | 100 | 454 |
| 110: The Danube In Wrath. | Ye daughters mine! will naught abate | | 8 | 401 |
| 111: The Degenerate Gallants. | What business brings you here, young cavaliers? | | 22 | 388 |
| 112: The Despatch Of The Doom. | While in the jolly tavern, the bandits gayly drink, | | 6 | 371 |
| 113: The Djinns. | Town, tower, | | 120 | 367 |
| 114: The Dying Child To Its Mother. | Ah, you said too often to your angel | | 32 | 453 |
| 115: The Eaglet Mourned. | Too hard Napoleon's fate! if, lone, | | 44 | 385 |
| 116: The Eighteenth Century. | O Eighteenth Century! by Heaven chastised! | | 10 | 339 |
| 117: The Emperor's Return. | This goodly masque but lacked a fool! | | 40 | 372 |
| 118: The Epic Of The Lion. | A Lion in his jaws caught up a child | | 128 | 409 |
| 119: The Eruption Of Vesuvius. | When huge Vesuvius in its torment long | | 39 | 412 |
| 120: The Exile's Desire. | Would I could see you, native land, | | 24 | 381 |
| 121: The Father's Curse. | A king should listen when his subjects speak: | | 53 | 373 |
| 122: The Favorite Sultana. | To please you, Jewess, jewel! | | 52 | 397 |
| 123: The Fay And The Peri. | Beautiful spirit, come with me | | 108 | 406 |
| 124: The Feast Of Freedom. | When the Christians were doomed to the lions of old | | 42 | 401 |
| 125: The First Black Flag. | Hast thou ne'er heard men say | | 34 | 419 |
| 126: The Giant In Glee. | Ho, warriors! I was reared in the land of the Gauls; | | 46 | 386 |
| 127: The Girl Of Otaheite. | Forget? Can I forget the scented breath | | 27 | 381 |
| 128: The Grandmother | Still asleep! We have been since the noon thus alone. | | 55 | 429 |
| 129: The Greek Boy. | All is a ruin where rage knew no bounds: | | 24 | 421 |
| 130: The Humble Home. | The Church[1] is vast; its towering pride, its steeples loom on high; | | 18 | 409 |
| 131: The Land Of Fable. | Now, vot'ries of the Muses, turn your eyes, | | 16 | 365 |
| 132: The Lesson Of The Patriot Dead. | Upon the grave's cold mouth there ever have caresses clung | | 17 | 374 |
| 133: The Lost Battle. | Oh, Allah! who will give me back my terrible array? | | 84 | 377 |
| 134: The Lover's Sacrifice. | Together let us fly! | | 29 | 386 |
| 135: The Lover's Wish. | Oh! were I the leaf that the wind of the West, | | 32 | 398 |
| 136: The Lovers' Colloquy. | One little moment to indulge the sight | | 35 | 358 |
| 137: The Marble Faun. | He seemed to shiver, for the wind was keen. | | 83 | 403 |
| 138: The Morning Of Life. | The mist of the morning is torn by the peaks, | | 12 | 430 |
| 139: The Morrow Of Grandeur. | Sire, beware, the future's range | | 60 | 409 |
| 140: The Obdurate Beauty. | To Juana ever gay, | | 18 | 383 |
| 141: The Ocean's Song. | We walked amongst the ruins famed in story | | 20 | 401 |
| 142: The Old And The Young Bridegroom. | Listen. The man for whom your youth is destined, | | 52 | 383 |
| 143: The Old Man's Love. | O mockery! that this halting love | | 55 | 366 |
| 144: The Pasha And The Dervish. | Ali came riding by - the highest head | | 42 | 387 |
| 145: The Patience Of The People. | How often have the people said: "What's power?" | | 10 | 384 |
| 146: The Pity Of The Angels. | When an angel of kindness | | 9 | 389 |
| 147: The Poet To His Wife. | To thee, all time to thee, | | 14 | 382 |
| 148: The Poet's Love For Liveliness. | For me, whate'er my life and lot may show, | | 18 | 410 |
| 149: The Poet's Simple Faith. | You say, "Where goest thou?" I cannot tell, | | 7 | 407 |
| 150: The Pool And The Soul. | As in some stagnant pool by forest-side, | | 6 | 416 |
| 151: The Portrait Of A Child. | That brow, that smile, that cheek so fair, | | 21 | 421 |
| 152: The Preceptor. | A gruesome man, bald, clad in black, | | 18 | 347 |
| 153: The Quiet Rural Church. | It was a humble church, with arches low, | | 12 | 335 |
| 154: The Refugee's Haven. | You may doubt I find comfort in England | | 4 | 371 |
| 155: The Retreat From Moscow. | It snowed. A defeat was our conquest red! | | 77 | 365 |
| 156: The Roll Of The De Silva Race. | In that reverend face | | 40 | 370 |
| 157: The Rose And The Grave. | The Grave said to the rose | | 16 | 410 |
| 158: The Sacking Of The City. | Thy will, O King, is done! Lighting but to consume, | | 20 | 389 |
| 159: The Scourge Of Heaven. | Hast seen it pass, that cloud of darkest rim? | | 330 | 466 |
| 160: The Seaman's Song. | Farewell the strand, | | 19 | 416 |
| 161: The Son In Old Age. | Thy noble face, Regina, calls to mind | | 27 | 340 |
| 162: The Soudan, The Sphinxes, The Cup, The Lamp. | Zim Zizimi - (of the Soudan of burnt Egypt, | | 334 | 410 |
| 163: The Sower. | Sitting in a porchway cool, | | 21 | 480 |
| 164: The Spanish Lady's Love. | To mount the hills or scaffold, we go to-morrow: | | 14 | 371 |
| 165: The Swiss Mercenaries. | When the regiment of Halberdiers | | 96 | 344 |
| 166: The Three Glorious Days. | Youth of France, sons of the bold, | | 42 | 311 |
| 167: The Trumpets Of The Mind. | Sound, sound for ever, Clarions of Thought! | | 32 | 356 |
| 168: The Turkish Captive. | Oh! were I not a captive, | | 72 | 345 |
| 169: The Universal Prayer. | Come, child, to prayer; the busy day is done, | | 98 | 375 |
| 170: The Universal Republic. | O vision of the coming time! | | 43 | 344 |
| 171: The Vale To You, To Me The Heights. - A Fable. | A lion camped beside a spring, where came the Bird | | 24 | 363 |
| 172: The Veil. | What has happened, my brothers? Your spirit to-day | | 52 | 352 |
| 173: The Watching Angel. | In the dusky nook, | | 64 | 381 |
| 174: Then, Most, I Smile. | Late it is to look so proud, | | 12 | 416 |
| 175: To A Sick Child During The Siege Of Paris. | If you continue thus so wan and white; | | 28 | 348 |
| 176: To Albert Dürer. | Through ancient forests - where like flowing tide | | 51 | 431 |
| 177: To Canaris, The Greek Patriot. | O Canaris! O Canaris! the poet's song | | 58 | 375 |
| 178: To Cruel Ocean. | Where are the hapless shipmen? - disappeared, | | 9 | 375 |
| 179: To His Muse. | Since everything below, | | 48 | 361 |
| 180: To His Orphan Grandchildren. | I feel thy presence, Charles. Sweet martyr! down | | 80 | 375 |
| 181: To Some Birds Flown Away. | Children, come back - come back, I say | | 246 | 397 |
| 182: To The Cannon "Victor Hugo." | Thou deadly crater, moulded by my muse, | | 3 | 371 |
| 183: To The Napoleon Column. | When with gigantic hand he placed, | | 54 | 362 |
| 184: Toys And Tragedy. | In later years, they'll tell you grandpapa | | 10 | 324 |
| 185: Tribute To The Vanquished. | Oh! let me weep that race whose day is past, | | 7 | 352 |
| 186: Ye Mariners Who Spread Your Sails. | Ye mariners! ye mariners! each sail to the breeze unfurled, | | 28 | 400 |
| 187: Zara, The Bather | In a swinging hammock lying, | | 114 | 455 |