| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Canticle: Significant of the national exaltation of enthusiasm at the close of the War. | O the precipice Titanic | | 61 | 21 |
| 2: | A Dirge for McPherson,[13] Killed in front of Atlanta. | Arms reversed and banners craped - | July, 1864 | 28 | 13 |
| 3: | A Grave near Petersburg, Virginia. | Head-board and foot-board duly placed - | | 16 | 14 |
| 4: | A Meditation | How often in the years that close, | | 60 | 398 |
| 5: | A Requiem | When, after storms that woodlands rue, | | 27 | 359 |
| 6: | A Utilitarian View Of The Monitor's Fight | Plain be the phrase, yet apt the verse, | | 30 | 405 |
| 7: | America | Where the wings of a sunny Dome expand | | 49 | 397 |
| 8: | An Epitaph. | When Sunday tidings from the front | | 8 | 24 |
| 9: | An Uninscribed Monument | Silence and solitude may hint | | 15 | 389 |
| 10: | Apathy and Enthusiasm. | O the clammy cold November, | 1860-61 | 45 | 20 |
| 11: | Art | In placid hours well-pleased we dream | | 11 | 400 |
| 12: | At the Cannon's Mouth. | Palely intent, he urged his keel | October, 1864 | 31 | 13 |
| 13: | Aurora Borealis | What power disbands the Northern Lights | 1865 | 22 | 385 |
| 14: | Ball's Bluff | One noonday, at my window in the town, | 1861 | 22 | 338 |
| 15: | Battle of Stone River, Tennessee. | With Tewksbury and Barnet heath | January, 1863 | 40 | 18 |
| 16: | Bridegroom Dick | Sunning ourselves in October on a day | 1876 | 440 | 326 |
| 17: | Chattanooga | A kindling impulse seized the host | 1863 | 62 | 293 |
| 18: | Chattanooga | A kindling impulse seized the host | November, 1863 | 63 | 14 |
| 19: | Commemorative Of A Naval Victory | Sailors there are of the gentlest breed, | | 27 | 275 |
| 20: | Crossing The Tropics | While now the Pole Star sinks from sight | | 21 | 348 |
| 21: | Dirge | We drop our dead in the sea, | | 16 | 326 |
| 22: | Dirge | Stay, Death, Not mine the Christus-wand | | 18 | 326 |
| 23: | Donelson. | The bitter cup | February, 1862 | 461 | 21 |
| 24: | Dupont's Round Fight. | In time and measure perfect moves | November, 1861. | 12 | 20 |
| 25: | Epilogue | Unmoved by all the claims our times avow, | | 32 | 308 |
| 26: | Far Off-Shore | Look, the raft, a signal flying, | | 8 | 334 |
| 27: | Formerly A Slave | The sufferance of her race is shown, | | 12 | 322 |
| 28: | From The Conflict Of Convictions | The Ancient of Days forever is young, | 1861 | 24 | 289 |
| 29: | Gettysburg. | O pride of the days in prime of the months | July, 1863 | 36 | 26 |
| 30: | Gold | We rovers bold, | | 49 | 351 |
| 31: | Herba Santa | After long wars when comes release | | 52 | 318 |
| 32: | In The Prison Pen | Listless he eyes the palisades | 1864 | 20 | 364 |
| 33: | In the Turret. | Your honest heart of duty, Worden, | March, 1862 | 44 | 17 |
| 34: | Inscription | Let none misgive we died amiss | | 11 | 327 |
| 35: | Inscription for Graves at Pea Ridge, Arkansas. | Let none misgive we died amiss | | 11 | 15 |
| 36: | Inscription for Marye's Heights, Fredericksburg. | To them who crossed the flood | | 7 | 6 |
| 37: | Invocation | Ha, ha, gods and kings; fill high, one and all; | | 20 | 375 |
| 38: | Jack Roy | Kept up by relays of generations young | | 31 | 314 |
| 39: | John Marr And Other Sailors | Since as in night's deck-watch ye show, | | 62 | 318 |
| 40: | L'Envoi | My towers at last! These rovings end, | | 12 | 328 |
| 41: | Lee in the Capitol. | Hard pressed by numbers in his strait, | | 213 | 13 |
| 42: | Lines Traced Under An Image Of Amor Threatening | Fear me, virgin whosoever | | 6 | 365 |
| 43: | Lone Founts | Though fast youth's glorious fable flies, | | 9 | 325 |
| 44: | Look-out Mountain. The Night Fight. | Who inhabiteth the Mountain | November, 1863 | 24 | 12 |
| 45: | Lyon. Battle Of Springfield, Missouri. | Some hearts there are of deeper sort, | August, 1861 | 65 | 14 |
| 46: | Magnanimity Baffled. | Sharp words we had before the fight; | | 16 | 13 |
| 47: | Malvern Hill | Ye elms that wave on Malvern Hill | 1862 | 35 | 354 |
| 48: | Marlena | Far off in the sea is Marlena, | | 23 | 382 |
| 49: | Misgivings. | When ocean-clouds over inland hills | 1860 | 14 | 23 |
| 50: | Monody | To have known him, to have loved him | | 12 | 331 |
| 51: | Off Cape Colonna | Aloof they crown the foreland lone, | | 10 | 324 |
| 52: | Old Counsel | Come out of the Golden Gate, | | 5 | 311 |
| 53: | On a Natural Monument in a field of Georgia. | No trophy this - a Stone unhewn, | | 25 | 20 |
| 54: | On Sherman's Men who fell in the Assault of Kenesaw Mountain, Georgia. | They said that Fame her clarion dropped | | 9 | 12 |
| 55: | On The Grave Of A Young Cavalry Officer Killed In The Valley Of Virginia | Beauty and youth, with manners sweet, and friends | | 5 | 290 |
| 56: | On the Home Guards who perished in the Defense of Lexington, Missouri. | The men who here in harness died | | 7 | 12 |
| 57: | On the Men of Maine killed in the Victory of Baton Rouge, Louisiana. | Afar they fell. It was the zone | | 11 | 20 |
| 58: | On The Photograph Of A Corps Commander | Ay, man is manly. Here you see | | 24 | 313 |
| 59: | On The Slain At Chickamauga | Happy are they and charmed in life | | 15 | 360 |
| 60: | On The Slain Collegians | Youth is the time when hearts are large, | | 60 | 307 |
| 61: | Pebbles | Though the Clerk of the Weather insist, | | 33 | 357 |
| 62: | Pipe Song | Care is all stuff: | | 15 | 358 |
| 63: | Presentation to the Authorities, by Privates, of Colors captured in Battles ending in the Surrender of Lee. | These flags of armies overthrown - | | 16 | 21 |
| 64: | Rebel Color-Bearers At Shiloh | The color-bearers facing death | | 35 | 328 |
| 65: | Running the Batteries, As observed from the Anchorage above Vicksburgh. | A moonless night - a friendly one; | April, 1863 | 75 | 18 |
| 66: | Shelley's Vision | Wandering late by morning seas | | 11 | 330 |
| 67: | Sheridan At Cedar Creek | Shoe the steed with silver | 1864 | 40 | 342 |
| 68: | Shiloh. A Requiem. | Skimming lightly, wheeling still, | April, 1862 | 19 | 19 |
| 69: | Song Of Yoomy | Departed the pride, and the glory of Mardi: | | 16 | 332 |
| 70: | Stonewall Jackson | The Man who fiercest charged in fight, | 1863 | 18 | 342 |
| 71: | Stonewall Jackson. | One man we claim of wrought renown | | 53 | 20 |
| 72: | The Aeolian Harp | List the harp in window wailing | | 48 | 396 |
| 73: | The Age Of The Antonines | While faith forecasts millennial years | | 30 | 294 |
| 74: | The Apparition | Abrupt the supernatural Cross, | | 12 | 402 |
| 75: | The Apparition. | Convulsions came; and, where the field | | 15 | 11 |
| 76: | The Armies of the Wilderness. | Like snows the camps on southern hills | 1683-64 | 230 | 18 |
| 77: | The Battle for the Bay. | O mystery of noble hearts, | August, 1864 | 112 | 19 |
| 78: | The Battle for the Mississipppi. | When Israel camped by Migdol hoar, | April, 1862 | 56 | 21 |
| 79: | The Bench Of Boors | In bed I muse on Tenier's boors, | | 18 | 326 |
| 80: | The Berg | I SAW a ship of martial build | | 37 | 295 |
| 81: | The College Colonel | He rides at their head; | | 31 | 318 |
| 82: | The Coming Storm | All feeling hearts must feel for him | | 16 | 13 |
| 83: | The Conflict of Convictions. | On starry heights | 1860-61 | 90 | 18 |
| 84: | The Cumberland. | Some names there are of telling sound, | March, 1862 | 36 | 10 |
| 85: | The Eagle of the Blue. | Aloft he guards the starry folds | | 24 | 17 |
| 86: | The Enthusiast | Shall hearts that beat no base retreat | | 24 | 311 |
| 87: | The Enviable Isles | Through storms you reach them and from storms are free. | | 14 | 357 |
| 88: | The Fall of Richmond. | What mean these peals from every tower, | April, 1865 | 23 | 13 |
| 89: | The Figure-Head | The Charles-and-Emma seaward sped, | | 15 | 351 |
| 90: | The Fortitude Of The North | They take no shame for dark defeat | | 9 | 282 |
| 91: | The Frenzy in the Wake. | So strong to suffer, shall we be | February, 1865 | 32 | 16 |
| 92: | The Good Craft Snow Bird | Strenuous need that head-wind be | | 24 | 326 |
| 93: | The Haglets | By chapel bare, with walls sea-beat | | 250 | 301 |
| 94: | The House-Top | No sleep. The sultriness pervades the air | 1863 | 27 | 294 |
| 95: | The Land Of Love | Hail! voyagers, hail! | | 25 | 349 |
| 96: | The Maldive Shark | About the Shark, phlegmatical one, | | 12 | 371 |
| 97: | The Man-Of-War Hawk | Yon black man-of-war-hawk that wheels in the light | | 5 | 303 |
| 98: | The March Into Virginia | Did all the lets and bars appear | 1861 | 36 | 405 |
| 99: | The March to the Sea. | Not Kenesaw high-arching, | December, 1864 | 96 | 12 |
| 100: | The Marchioness Of Brinvilliers | He toned the sprightly beam of morning | | 8 | 325 |
| 101: | The Martyr | Goon Friday was the day | 1865 | 34 | 303 |
| 102: | The Mound By The Lake | The grass shall never forget this grave. | | 11 | 342 |
| 103: | The Muster | The Abrahamic river - | May, 1865 | 32 | 18 |
| 104: | The New Zealot To The Sun | Persian, you rise | | 36 | 317 |
| 105: | The Night March | With banners furled and clarions mute, | | 12 | 344 |
| 106: | The Portent | Hanging from the beam, | 1859 | 14 | 313 |
| 107: | The Ravaged Villa | In shards the sylvan vases lie, | | 8 | 285 |
| 108: | The Released Rebel Prisoner | Armies he's seen--the herds of war, | 1865 | 40 | 365 |
| 109: | The Returned Volunteer to his Rifle. | Over the hearth - my father's seat - | | 9 | 11 |
| 110: | The Scout Toward Aldie. | The cavalry-camp lies on the slope | | 795 | 16 |
| 111: | The Stone Fleet | I have a feeling for those ships, | 1861 | 36 | 468 |
| 112: | The Surrender at Appomattox. | As billows upon billows roll, | April, 1865 | 16 | 26 |
| 113: | The Swamp Angel | There is a coal-black Angel | | 47 | 339 |
| 114: | The Temeraire | The gloomy hulls in armor grim, | | 63 | 277 |
| 115: | The Tuft Of Kelp | All dripping in tangles green, | | 4 | 330 |
| 116: | The Victor of Antietam. | When tempest winnowed grain from bran; | 1862 | 70 | 21 |
| 117: | To Ned | Where is the world we roved, Ned Bunn? | | 40 | 367 |
| 118: | To The Master Of The Meteor | Lonesome on earth's loneliest deep, | | 9 | 305 |
| 119: | Tom Deadlight | Farewell and adieu to you noble hearties, | | 28 | 312 |
| 120: | We Fish | We fish, we fish, we merrily swim, | | 26 | 368 |
