| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: A Dream. | One night, while peaceful in my bed | | 44 | 19 |
| 2: A Hero's Decision. | He just had reached the time of life, | | 44 | 20 |
| 3: A Protestant Irishman To His Wife. | Just forty years to-day, my dear, | | 48 | 18 |
| 4: A Sabbath Morning In The Country. | Tis morning, and the meadows yet, | | 40 | 11 |
| 5: A Snow Storm. | I hear the wintry wind again, | | 44 | 20 |
| 6: A Sunset. | Oh come," said I unto my love, | | 52 | 21 |
| 7: A Swain To His Sweetheart. | What subtle charm is in thy voice, | | 24 | 16 |
| 8: A Virtuous Woman. | A woman pure, oh, who can find? | | 36 | 19 |
| 9: Autumn. | The grass is wet with heavy dew, | | 48 | 25 |
| 10: By The Lake. | The waves are dashing on the shore, | | 28 | 17 |
| 11: Byron. | While genius endows the sons of men | | 34 | 14 |
| 12: Canada. | Come now, my Muse, do thou inspire my pen, | | 144 | 13 |
| 13: Catching Speckled Trout. | In early days, when streams ran pure, | | 48 | 17 |
| 14: Christmas. | Old father Time, his cruel scythe | | 32 | 20 |
| 15: David's Lamentation Over Saul And Jonathan. | The beauty of Israel is slain on thy mountains, | | 35 | 20 |
| 16: Display. | Deep planted in the heart of man, | | 28 | 21 |
| 17: Farewell. | Farewell! and know, where'er I roam, | | 36 | 16 |
| 18: Goderich. | Where once the red deer, wolf or bear, | | 52 | 13 |
| 19: Grace Darling. | The steamer Forfarshire, one morn | | 64 | 17 |
| 20: Happiness. | Fair Happiness, I've courted thee, | | 52 | 17 |
| 21: Hate. | While love inspires, and friendship warms | | 32 | 11 |
| 22: How Nature's Beauties Should Be Viewed. | Should man, with microscopic eye, | | 32 | 16 |
| 23: Ireland. | Thou green isle of sorrows, I think of thee daily, | | 52 | 18 |
| 24: Is There Room For The Poet? | Is there room for the poet, fair Canada's sons. | | 36 | 22 |
| 25: John And Jane. | Said Jane to John, "Come, let us wed, | | 20 | 18 |
| 26: Kelvin. | While poets sing in lofty strain, | | 52 | 14 |
| 27: Life. | What is life?" I asked a lad, | | 84 | 17 |
| 28: Lines In Memory Of The Late Ven. Archdeacon Elwood, A.M. | When men of gentle lives depart, | | 60 | 13 |
| 29: Lines On The North-West Rebellion. | The war is o'er, and vict'ry crowns | | 40 | 17 |
| 30: Louis Riel. | Misguided man, thy turbid life | | 44 | 29 |
| 31: Love And Wine. | Tis wine that cheers the soul of man, | | 36 | 14 |
| 32: Love. | Thou source of bliss, thou cause of woe, | | 24 | 17 |
| 33: Man And His Pleasures. | Tis not with glad fruition crown'd, | | 20 | 19 |
| 34: Man. | One day I sat me down to write, | | 56 | 19 |
| 35: Memories Of Schooldays. | There are mem'ries glad of the old school-house, | | 48 | 16 |
| 36: Nature's Forces Ours. | I see the wild and dashing waves | | 36 | 21 |
| 37: New Year's Day. | Hail! joyous morn. Hail! happy day, | | 52 | 21 |
| 38: Niagara Falls. | Niagara, thou mighty flood. | | 44 | 20 |
| 39: Ode To Man. | A man is not what oft he seems, | | 24 | 24 |
| 40: Purity. | Keep pure the thoughts within thy mind, | | 20 | 20 |
| 41: Robert Burns. | One hundred years have come and gone, | | 60 | 15 |
| 42: Slander. | Of all the poison plants that grow, | | 28 | 17 |
| 43: St. Patrick's Day. | The chilly days of March are here, | | 56 | 20 |
| 44: Sunrise. | How few there are who know the pure delight, | | 83 | 17 |
| 45: Sympathy. | Mid forces all, that work unseen, | | 32 | 14 |
| 46: Temptation. | The raging force of passion's storm, | | 24 | 14 |
| 47: Thanksgiving Day. | God of the harvest, once again | | 28 | 17 |
| 48: The Diamond And The Pebble. | Why value ye the diamond, and | | 32 | 14 |
| 49: The Fisherman's Wife. | The fisherman's wife stood on the beach. | | 52 | 17 |
| 50: The Huntsman And His Hound. | When hill and dale, long years ago, | | 68 | 16 |
| 51: The Indian. | When wooded hill, and grassy plain, | | 61 | 18 |
| 52: The Maple Tree. | Where craggy hills round Madoc rise, | | 52 | 21 |
| 53: The Pine Tree. | The wind last night was wild and strong, | | 44 | 16 |
| 54: The Reading Man. | With patient toil, from day to day, | | 40 | 16 |
| 55: The School-Taught Youth. | His step was light, and his looks as bright | | 68 | 13 |
| 56: The Teacher. | Say, sadden'd mortal, thou who goest along | | 52 | 13 |
| 57: The Tempest Stilled. | The sky was dark with threat'ning clouds, | | 56 | 13 |
| 58: The Truant Boy. After Moore's "Minstrel Boy." | Oh, the truant boy to the woods has gone, | | 32 | 18 |
| 59: Things Mysterious. | This earth's a mystery profound, | | 44 | 17 |
| 60: Thomas Moore. | The land of poetry and mirth, | | 44 | 14 |
| 61: Thought. | With demon's shriek or angel's voice, | | 32 | 12 |
| 62: To - - | These lines, which on this leaf I write, | | 16 | 16 |
| 63: To A Canary. | Imprison'd songster, thou for me | | 32 | 15 |
| 64: To A Friend. | With kindly thoughts full oft we've met, | | 8 | 15 |
| 65: To A Friend. | In years to come, when looking o'er | | 8 | 15 |
| 66: To A Friend. | The youthful joys of vanish'd years, | | 16 | 14 |
| 67: To A Friend. | Within this little book of thine, | | 12 | 11 |
| 68: To A Little Girl. | E ach wish, my fairest child, I pen, | | 13 | 15 |
| 69: To A Little Girl. | Go, little girl, your course pursue, | | 8 | 13 |
| 70: To A Young Lady. | Short is the time, my friend, since I | | 12 | 13 |
| 71: To Master George Twiddy. | G o on your way, my youthful friend, | | 12 | 18 |
| 72: To Miss - - | Youth is the time when all is bright; | | 20 | 18 |
| 73: To Miss - - | My friend of days, but not of years, | | 12 | 17 |
| 74: To Miss - - | In tracing here these lines, my friend, | | 12 | 11 |
| 75: To Miss - - | The fairest flowers often fade, | | 8 | 16 |
| 76: To Miss Milly Scott. | Memories of happy school-days, | | 10 | 14 |
| 77: To Nova Scotia. | OH brothers, friends, down by the sea, | | 40 | 13 |
| 78: Woman. | I've had my share of bright employ, | | 32 | 18 |
| 79: Ye Patriot Sons Of Canada. | Ye patriot sons of Canada, | | 36 | 16 |
| 80: Youthful Fancies. | The morning of a gladsome day in spring | | 73 | 22 |
