| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: A Captain Of The Press-Gang. | Shipmate, leave the ghostly shadows, | | 40 | 340 |
| 2: A Faun's Song. | Cool! cool! cool! Cool and sweet | | 20 | 421 |
| 3: A Friend's Wish. To C. W. S. | Give me your last Aloha, | | 8 | 432 |
| 4: A Good-By. | For love of the roving foot | | 4 | 334 |
| 5: A Hill Song. | Hills where once my love and I | | 18 | 392 |
| 6: A More Ancient Mariner. | The swarthy bee is a buccaneer, | | 76 | 364 |
| 7: A Rover's Song. | Snowdrift of the mountains, Spindrift of the sea, | | 16 | 389 |
| 8: A Son Of The Sea | I was born for deep-sea faring; | | 12 | 307 |
| 9: A Song Before Sailing | Wind of the dead men's feet, | | 44 | 488 |
| 10: A Song By The Shore. | Lose and love" is love's first art; | | 18 | 385 |
| 11: A Song For Marna. | Dame of the night of hair | | 16 | 334 |
| 12: A Stein Song. | Give a rouse, then, in the Maytime | | 28 | 360 |
| 13: A Toast. | Here's a health to thee, Roberts, | | 20 | 324 |
| 14: A Vagabond Song. | There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood | | 12 | 316 |
| 15: A Waif. | Do you know what it is to be vagrant born? | | 12 | 390 |
| 16: Accident In Art. | That painter has not with a careless smutch | | 14 | 406 |
| 17: Across The Table. To A. L. L. | Here's to you, Arthur! You and I | | 16 | 364 |
| 18: An Easter Market. | Today, through your Easter market | | 52 | 401 |
| 19: Arnold, Master Of The Scud | There's a schooner out from Kingsport, | | 96 | 285 |
| 20: At Michaelmas. | About the time of Michael's feast | | 112 | 316 |
| 21: At Sea. | As a brave man faces the foe, | | 36 | 393 |
| 22: At The End Of The Day. | There is no escape by the river, | | 32 | 399 |
| 23: At The Granite Gate | There paused to shut the door | | 56 | 430 |
| 24: At The Road-House: In Memory Of Robert Louis Stevenson. | You hearken, fellows? Turned aside | | 52 | 313 |
| 25: Barney Mcgee. | Barney McGee, there's no end of good luck in you, | | 112 | 356 |
| 26: Behind The Arras | I like the old house tolerably well, | | 300 | 465 |
| 27: Beyond The Gamut | Softly, softly, Niccolo Amati! | | 272 | 420 |
| 28: Buie Annajohn. | Buie Annajohn was the king's black mare, | | 29 | 407 |
| 29: Comrades. | Comrades, pour the wine to-night | | 28 | 309 |
| 30: Concerning Kavin. | When Kavin comes back from the barber, | | 4 | 377 |
| 31: Contemporaries. | A barbered woman's man,"--yes, so | | 49 | 651 |
| 32: Daisies. | Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune | | 8 | 427 |
| 33: Discovery. | When the bugler morn shall wind his horn, | | 48 | 360 |
| 34: Distillation. | They that eat the uncrushed grape | | 6 | 457 |
| 35: Down The Songo. | Floating! Floating--and all the stillness waits | | 51 | 361 |
| 36: Earth's Lyric. | You hearken, my fellow, | | 28 | 407 |
| 37: Evening On The Potomac. | The fervid breath of our flushed Southern May | | 33 | 390 |
| 38: Exit Anima | Cease, Wind, to blow And drive the peopled snow, | | 51 | 384 |
| 39: Fancy's Fool | Cornel, cornel, green and white, | | 48 | 463 |
| 40: Hack And Hew | Hack and Hew were the sons of God | | 36 | 431 |
| 41: Hem And Haw. | Hem and Haw were the sons of sin, | | 28 | 384 |
| 42: Hunting-Song: From "King Arthur." | Oh, who would stay indoor, indoor, | | 16 | 420 |
| 43: In A Copy Of Browning. | Browning, old fellow, | | 136 | 267 |
| 44: In A Garden. | Thought is a garden wide and old | | 8 | 398 |
| 45: In A Silence | Heart to heart! And the stillness of night and the moonlight, | | 28 | 344 |
| 46: In The House Of Idiedaily. | Oh, but life went gayly, gayly, | | 44 | 279 |
| 47: In The Wayland Willows. | Once I met a soncy maid, | | 36 | 334 |
| 48: In The Wings | The play is Life; and this round earth, | | 24 | 456 |
| 49: In The Workshop. | Once in the Workshop, ages ago, | | 23 | 268 |
| 50: Isabel. | In her body's perfect sweet | | 6 | 364 |
| 51: Jongleurs. | What is the stir in the street? | | 134 | 381 |
| 52: June Night In Washington. | The scent of honeysuckle, | | 75 | 318 |
| 53: Karlene. | Word of a little one born in the West, | | 76 | 412 |
| 54: Karlene. | Good-morning, Karlene. It's a very | | 124 | 396 |
| 55: Kavin Again. | It is not anything he says, | | 4 | 383 |
| 56: Lal Of Kilrudden. | Kilrudden ford, Kilrudden dale, | | 35 | 424 |
| 57: Launa Dee. | Weary, oh, so weary With it all! | | 70 | 290 |
| 58: Laurana's Song. For "A Lady Of Venice." | Who'll have the crumpled pieces of a heart? | | 16 | 302 |
| 59: Legends Of Lost Haven | There are legends of Lost Haven, | | 40 | 282 |
| 60: Mary Of Marka. | Eric of Marka holds the knife: | | 12 | 423 |
| 61: Mr. Moon: A Song Of The Little People. | O Moon, Mr. Moon, When you comin' down? | | 105 | 483 |
| 62: Nancibel. | The ghost of a wind came over the hill, | | 10 | 313 |
| 63: Nocturne: In Anjou. | I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. | | 14 | 330 |
| 64: Nocturne: In Provence. | The blue night, like an angel, came into the room, | | 28 | 314 |
| 65: Noons Of Poppy | Noons of poppy, noons of poppy, | | 20 | 291 |
| 66: Outbound | A lonely sail in the vast sea-room, | | 18 | 479 |
| 67: Premonition. | He said, "Good-night, my heart is light, | | 16 | 409 |
| 68: Quince To Lilac: To G. H. | Dear Lilac, how enchanting | | 100 | 400 |
| 69: Resignation. | When I am only fit to go to bed, | | 14 | 305 |
| 70: Secrets. | Three secrets that never were said: | | 4 | 390 |
| 71: September Woodlands. | This is not sadness in the wood; | | 12 | 310 |
| 72: Shakespeare Himself: For The Unveiling Of Mr. Partridge'S Statue Of The Poet. | The body is no prison where we lie | | 100 | 302 |
| 73: Speech And Silence. | The words that pass from lip to lip | | 4 | 377 |
| 74: Spring Song. | Make me over, mother April, | | 114 | 390 |
| 75: The Bather. | I saw him go down to the water to bathe; | | 16 | 327 |
| 76: The Buccaneers. | Oh, not for us the easy mirth | | 40 | 309 |
| 77: The Crimson House | Love built a crimson house, I know it well, | | 44 | 432 |
| 78: The Cruise Of The Galleon | Galleon, ahoy, ahoy! Old earth riding off the sun, | | 48 | 445 |
| 79: The Dustman | Dustman, dustman!" Through the deserted square he cries, | | 44 | 482 |
| 80: The Face In The Stream | The sunburnt face in the willow shade | | 92 | 482 |
| 81: The Faithless Lover | O Life, dear Life, in this fair house | | 24 | 441 |
| 82: The Faun. A Fragment. | I will go out to grass with that old King, | | 88 | 360 |
| 83: The First Julep. | I love the lazy Southern spring, | | 16 | 355 |
| 84: The Gravedigger | Oh, the shambling sea is a sexton old, | | 56 | 290 |
| 85: The Hearse-Horse. | Said the hearse-horse to the coffin, | | 21 | 405 |
| 86: The Joys Of The Road. | Now the joys of the road are chiefly these: | | 70 | 391 |
| 87: The Juggler | Look how he throws them up and up, | | 56 | 398 |
| 88: The Kavanagh. | A stone jug and a pewter mug, | | 40 | 321 |
| 89: The Kelpie Riders | Buried alive in calm Rochelle, | | 336 | 278 |
| 90: The King Of Ys | Wild across the Breton country, | | 136 | 276 |
| 91: The King's Son. | Daughter, daughter, marry no man, | | 44 | 295 |
| 92: The Last Watch | Comrades, comrades, have me buried | | 80 | 294 |
| 93: The Lodger | I cannot quite recall When first he came, | | 360 | 398 |
| 94: The Marching Morrows. | Now gird thee well for courage, | | 40 | 290 |
| 95: The Marring Of Malyn | Among the wintry mountains beside the Northern sea | | 180 | 338 |
| 96: The Master Of The Isles | There is rumor in Dark Harbor, | | 84 | 294 |
| 97: The Mendicants. | We are as mendicants who wait | | 48 | 284 |
| 98: The Mocking-Bird. | Hear! hear! hear! Listen! the word | | 19 | 461 |
| 99: The Moondial | Iron and granite and rust, | | 64 | 459 |
| 100: The Mote. | Two shapes of august bearing, seraph tall, | | 27 | 295 |
| 101: The Mother Of Poets. To H. F. H. | The typewriter ticketh no more in the twilight; | | 28 | 288 |
| 102: The Nancy's Pride | On the long slow heave of a lazy sea, | | 64 | 280 |
| 103: The Night Express | Out through the hills of midnight, | | 72 | 442 |
| 104: The Night-Washers. | Whe-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! | | 45 | 405 |
| 105: The Outlaw. | Oh, let my lord laugh in his halls | | 18 | 308 |
| 106: The Red Wolf | With the fall of the leaf comes the wolf, wolf, wolf, | | 100 | 445 |
| 107: The Sea Gypsy. | I am fevered with the sunset, | | 12 | 371 |
| 108: The Shadow Boatswain | Don't you know the sailing orders? | | 80 | 290 |
| 109: The Ships Of St. John | Smile, you inland hills and rivers! | | 52 | 386 |
| 110: The Sleepers | The tall carnations down the garden walks | | 24 | 401 |
| 111: The Two Bobbies. | Bobbie Burns and Bobbie Browning, | | 20 | 319 |
| 112: The Unsainting Of Kavin. | Saint Kavin was a gentleman, | | 52 | 320 |
| 113: The Wander-Lovers. | Down the world with Marna! | | 72 | 375 |
| 114: The War-Song Of Gamelbar. | Bowmen, shout for Gamelbar! | | 98 | 302 |
| 115: The Wood-God. | Brother, lost brother! | | 20 | 389 |
| 116: The Yule Guest | And Yanna by the yule log | | 216 | 274 |
| 117: Three Of A Kind. | Three of us without a care | | 60 | 283 |
| 118: To G. H. B. | I shut myself in with my soul, | | 2 | 484 |
| 119: Vagabondia. | Off with the fetters That chafe and restrain! | | 135 | 427 |
| 120: Verlaine. | Avid of life and love, insatiate vagabond, | | 14 | 431 |
| 121: When I Was Twenty. | It was June, and I was twenty. | | 24 | 322 |
| 122: Wood-Folk Lore. To T. B. M. | For every one Beneath the sun, | | 54 | 290 |
