| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Widow's Weeds | A poor old Widow in her weeds | | 18 | 267 |
| 2: | A-Tishoo | Sneeze, Pretty, sneeze, Dainty, | | 9 | 236 |
| 3: | Age | This ugly old crone - | | 34 | 235 |
| 4: | Ages Ago | Launcelot loved Guinevere, | | 24 | 263 |
| 5: | Alas, Alack! | Ann, Ann! | | 12 | 270 |
| 6: | Alexander | It was the Great Alexander, | | 28 | 216 |
| 7: | All But Blind | All but blind | | 16 | 225 |
| 8: | All That's Past | Very old are the woods; | | 24 | 204 |
| 9: | Alone | A very old woman | | 24 | 225 |
| 10: | Alone | The abode of the nightingale is bare, | | 18 | 192 |
| 11: | Alulvan | The sun is clear of bird and cloud, | | 30 | 236 |
| 12: | An Epitaph | Here lies a most beautiful lady, | | 8 | 253 |
| 13: | Anatomy | By chance my fingers, resting on my face, | | 14 | 234 |
| 14: | Andy Battle | Once and there was a young sailor, yeo ho! | | 24 | 239 |
| 15: | April | Come, then, with showers; I love thy cloudy face | | 14 | 257 |
| 16: | April Moon | Roses are sweet to smell and see, | | 12 | 270 |
| 17: | Arabia | Far are the shades of Arabia, | | 24 | 235 |
| 18: | As Lucy Went A-Walking | As Lucy went a-walking one morning cold and fine, | | 52 | 210 |
| 19: | As Lucy Went A-Walking | As Lucy went a-walking one wintry morning fine, | | 52 | 222 |
| 20: | At The Keyhole | Grill me some bones,' said the Cobbler, | | 16 | 244 |
| 21: | Autumn | There is a wind where the rose was; | | 15 | 269 |
| 22: | Banquo | What dost thou here far from thy native place? | | 15 | 213 |
| 23: | Be Angry Now No More | Be angry now no more! | | 18 | 227 |
| 24: | Berries | There was an old woman | | 72 | 254 |
| 25: | Berries | There was an old woman | | 72 | 198 |
| 26: | Betrayal | She will not die, they say, | | 18 | 227 |
| 27: | Beware! | An ominous bird sang from its branch | | 12 | 260 |
| 28: | Beware! | An ominous bird sang from its branch, | | 12 | 215 |
| 29: | Bewitched | I have heard a lady this night, | | 24 | 233 |
| 30: | Bewitched | I have heard a lady this night | | 24 | 236 |
| 31: | Bluebells | Where the bluebells and the wind are, | | 8 | 218 |
| 32: | Bread And Cherries | Cherries, ripe cherries! | | 8 | 260 |
| 33: | Bright Life | Come now," I said, "put off these webs of death, | | 14 | 201 |
| 34: | Bunches Of Grapes | Bunches of grapes,' says Timothy; | | 12 | 229 |
| 35: | Cake And Sack | Old King Caraway | | 20 | 231 |
| 36: | Captain Lean | Out of the East a hurricane | | 14 | 246 |
| 37: | Cecil | Ye little elves, who haunt sweet dells, | | 24 | 238 |
| 38: | Chicken | Clapping her platter stood plump Bess, | | 8 | 239 |
| 39: | Clear Eyes | Clear eyes do dim at last, | | 18 | 265 |
| 40: | Cumberland | The old, old King of Cumberland | | 40 | 241 |
| 41: | Dame Hickory | Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory, | | 24 | 268 |
| 42: | Down-Adown-Derry | Down-adown-derry, | | 81 | 207 |
| 43: | Dream-Song | Sunlight, moonlight, | | 18 | 291 |
| 44: | Dreams | Be gentle, O hands of a child; | | 14 | 226 |
| 45: | Dust To Dust | Heavenly Archer, bend thy bow; | | 15 | 226 |
| 46: | Earth Folk | The cat she walks on padded claws, | | 8 | 235 |
| 47: | Echo | Who called?" I said, and the words | | 16 | 225 |
| 48: | England | No lovelier hills than thine have laid | | 16 | 196 |
| 49: | Envoi | Child, do you love the flower | | 16 | 226 |
| 50: | Envoy | There clung three roses to a stem, | | 12 | 223 |
| 51: | Estranged | No one was with me there | | 16 | 218 |
| 52: | Even In The Grave | I laid my inventory at the hand | | 14 | 194 |
| 53: | Evening | When twilight darkens, and one by one, | | 24 | 243 |
| 54: | Exile | Had the gods loved me I had lain | | 8 | 257 |
| 55: | Eyes | O strange devices that alone divide | | 8 | 305 |
| 56: | Faithless | The words you said grow faint; | | 12 | 235 |
| 57: | Falstaff | Twas in a tavern that with old age stooped | | 23 | 220 |
| 58: | Fare Well | When I lie where shades of darkness | | 24 | 227 |
| 59: | Fear | I know where lurk | | 36 | 223 |
| 60: | Five Eyes | In Hans' old Mill his three black cats | | 14 | 277 |
| 61: | For All The Grief | For all the grief I have given with words | | 12 | 197 |
| 62: | Foreboding | Thou canst not see him standing by - | | 25 | 204 |
| 63: | Full Moon | One night as Dick lay half asleep, | | 12 | 286 |
| 64: | Gloria Mundi | Upon a bank, easeless with knobs of gold, | | 48 | 213 |
| 65: | Goliath | Still as a mountain with dark pines and sun | | 50 | 214 |
| 66: | Grim | Beside the blaze of forty fires | | 12 | 202 |
| 67: | Hamlet | Umbrageous cedars murmuring symphonies | | 20 | 214 |
| 68: | Hapless | Hapless, hapless, I must be | | 10 | 251 |
| 69: | Happy, Happy It Is To Be | Happy, happy it is to be | | 19 | 278 |
| 70: | Haunted | The rabbit in his burrow keeps | | 32 | 229 |
| 71: | Haunted | From out the wood I watched them shine, - | | 20 | 220 |
| 72: | Haunted | The rabbit in his burrow keeps | | 32 | 205 |
| 73: | Hide And Seek | Hide and seek, says the Wind, | | 12 | 205 |
| 74: | Home | Rest, rest - there is no rest, | | 24 | 257 |
| 75: | Humanity | Ever exulting in thyself, on fire | | 14 | 267 |
| 76: | I Can't Abear | I can't abear a Butcher, | | 8 | 246 |
| 77: | I Met At Eve | I met at eve the Prince of Sleep, | | 28 | 233 |
| 78: | I Saw Three Witches | I saw three witches | | 24 | 228 |
| 79: | I Saw Three Witches | I saw three witches | | 24 | 194 |
| 80: | Iago | A dark lean face, a narrow, slanting eye, | | 32 | 263 |
| 81: | Idleness | I saw old Idleness, fat, with great cheeks | | 29 | 247 |
| 82: | Imogen | Even she too dead! all languor on her brow, | | 24 | 201 |
| 83: | In Vain | I knocked upon thy door ajar, | | 16 | 201 |
| 84: | Invocation | The burning fire shakes in the night, | | 8 | 215 |
| 85: | Jim Jay | Do diddle di do, | | 32 | 223 |
| 86: | John Mouldy | I spied John Mouldy in his cellar, | | 16 | 206 |
| 87: | Juliet's Nurse | In old-world nursery vacant now of children, | | 31 | 182 |
| 88: | Keep Innocency | Like an old battle, youth is wild | | 30 | 200 |
| 89: | King David | King David was a sorrowful man: | | 20 | 221 |
| 90: | Life | Hearken, O dear, now strikes the hour we die; | | 12 | 221 |
| 91: | Lob Lie By The Fire | He squats by the fire | | 48 | 177 |
| 92: | Longlegs | Longlegs - he yelled "Coo-ee!" | | 16 | 236 |
| 93: | Longlegs | Longlegs - he yelled 'Coo-ee!' | | 16 | 193 |
| 94: | Lovelocks | I watched the Lady Caroline | | 15 | 202 |
| 95: | Lullaby | Sleep, sleep, lovely white soul! | | 21 | 227 |
| 96: | Macbeth | Rose, like dim battlements, the hills and reared | | 20 | 206 |
| 97: | Many A Mickle | A little sound - - | | 24 | 197 |
| 98: | Martha | Once ... once upon a time | | 28 | 205 |
| 99: | Melmillo | Three and thirty birds there stood | | 20 | 195 |
| 100: | Mercutio | Along an avenue of almond-trees | | 14 | 167 |
| 101: | Mima | Jemima is my name, | | 8 | 235 |
| 102: | Miss Loo | When thin-strewn memory I look through, | | 28 | 215 |
| 103: | Miss T. | It's a very odd thing | | 16 | 221 |
| 104: | Mistletoe | Sitting under the mistletoe | | 14 | 249 |
| 105: | Mistletoe | Sitting under the mistletoe | | 14 | 223 |
| 106: | Mistress Fell | Whom seek you here, sweet Mistress Fell? | | 30 | 254 |
| 107: | Moonlight | The far moon maketh lovers wise | | 8 | 228 |
| 108: | Motley | Come, Death, I'd have a word with thee; | | 70 | 222 |
| 109: | Mrs. Earth | Mrs. Earth makes silver black, | | 12 | 232 |
| 110: | Mrs. Grundy | Step very softly, sweet Quiet-foot, | | 28 | 214 |
| 111: | Mrs. Macqueen (Or The Lollie-Shop) | With glass like a bull's-eye, | | 20 | 202 |
| 112: | Music | When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, | | 12 | 279 |
| 113: | Music Unheard | Sweet sounds, begone - | | 24 | 301 |
| 114: | Myself | There is a garden, grey | | 20 | 207 |
| 115: | Napoleon | What is the world, O soldiers? | | 7 | 193 |
| 116: | Never More, Sailor | Never more, Sailor, | | 28 | 201 |
| 117: | Never-To-Be | Down by the waters of the sea, | | 24 | 204 |
| 118: | Nicholas Nye | Thistle and darnell and dock grew there, | | 40 | 187 |
| 119: | Night | All from the light of the sweet moon | | 12 | 293 |
| 120: | Nightfall | The last light fails - that shallow pool of day! | | 25 | 198 |
| 121: | Nobody Knows | Often I've heard the Wind sigh | | 24 | 225 |
| 122: | Nocturne | Tis not my voice now speaks; but a bird | | 18 | 215 |
| 123: | Nod | Softly along the road of evening, | | 20 | 218 |
| 124: | Noon And Night Flower | Not any flower that blows | | 16 | 213 |
| 125: | Not I | As I came out of Wiseman's Street, | | 10 | 252 |
| 126: | O Dear Me! | Here are crocuses, white, gold, grey! | | 8 | 219 |
| 127: | Off The Ground | Three jolly Farmers | | 114 | 208 |
| 128: | Off The Ground | Three jolly Farmers | | 114 | 202 |
| 129: | Old Ben | Sad is old Ben Thistlewaite, | | 28 | 223 |
| 130: | Old Shellover | Come!' said Old Shellover. | | 10 | 233 |
| 131: | Old Susan | When Susan's work was done she'd sit, | | 24 | 209 |
| 132: | Old Susan | When Susan's work was done, she would sit, | | 24 | 246 |
| 133: | Ophelia | There runs a crisscross pattern of small leaves | | 23 | 207 |
| 134: | Peak And Puke | From his cradle in the glamourie | | 16 | 221 |
| 135: | Polonius | There haunts in Time's bare house an active ghost, | | 20 | 259 |
| 136: | Poor 'Miss 7' | Lone and alone she lies, | | 32 | 236 |
| 137: | Poor Henry | Thick in its glass | | 16 | 206 |
| 138: | Queen Djenira | When Queen Djenira slumbers through | | 20 | 217 |
| 139: | Rachel | Rachel sings sweet - | | 20 | 236 |
| 140: | Remembrance | The sky was like a waterdrop | | 16 | 217 |
| 141: | Reverie | When slim Sophia mounts her horse | | 24 | 234 |
| 142: | Reverie | Bring not bright candles, for his eyes | | 15 | 229 |
| 143: | Sadly, O, Sadly | Sadly, O, sadly, the sweet bells of Baddeley | | 10 | 247 |
| 144: | Sam | When Sam goes back in memory, | | 36 | 213 |
| 145: | Sam's Three Wishes; Or Life's Little Whirligig | I'm thinking and thinking," said old Sam Shore | | 230 | 210 |
| 146: | Sea-Magic | My heart faints in me for the distant sea. | | 14 | 263 |
| 147: | Sephina | Black lacqueys at the wide-flung door | | 79 | 36 |
| 148: | Silence | With changeful sound life beats upon the ear; | | 28 | 242 |
| 149: | Silver | Slowly, silently, now the moon | | 14 | 231 |
| 150: | Sleep | Men all, and birds, and creeping beasts, | | 16 | 248 |
| 151: | Sleeping Beauty | The scent of bramble fills the air, | | 16 | 205 |
| 152: | Sleepyhead | As I lay awake in the white moonlight | | 28 | 248 |
| 153: | Snow | No breath of wind, | | 28 | 268 |
| 154: | Some One | Some one came knocking | | 16 | 246 |
| 155: | Some One | Some one came knocking | | 16 | 249 |
| 156: | Song | O for a moon to light me home! | | 18 | 236 |
| 157: | Song Of Enchantment | A Song of Enchantment I sang me there, | | 16 | 258 |
| 158: | Sooeep' | Black as a chimney is his face, | | 16 | 200 |
| 159: | Sorcery | What voice is that I hear | | 34 | 211 |
| 160: | Sotto Voce | The haze of noon wanned silver-grey, | | 42 | 35 |
| 161: | Spring | Once when my life was young | | 16 | 236 |
| 162: | Summer Evening | The sandy cat by the Farmer's chair | | 8 | 236 |
| 163: | Sunk Lyonesse | In sea-cold Lyonesse, | | 20 | 240 |
| 164: | Suppose | Suppose ... and suppose that a wild little Horse of Magic | | 37 | 37 |
| 165: | Tartary | If I were Lord of Tartary, | | 32 | 191 |
| 166: | The Bandog | Has anybody seen my Mopser? - | | 8 | 220 |
| 167: | The Barber's | Gold locks, and black locks, | | 16 | 213 |
| 168: | The Bees' Song | Thousandz of thornz there be | | 22 | 188 |
| 169: | The Bells | Shadow and light both strove to be | | 26 | 195 |
| 170: | The Bindweed | The bindweed roots pierce down | | 16 | 210 |
| 171: | The Birthnight: To F. | Dearest, it was a night | | 10 | 222 |
| 172: | The Blind Boy | I have no master," said the Blind Boy, | | 16 | 248 |
| 173: | The Bookworm | I'm tired - Oh, tired of books,' said Jack, | | 16 | 249 |
| 174: | The Buckle | I had a silver buckle, | | 16 | 241 |
| 175: | The Cage | Why did you flutter in vain hope, poor bird, | | 12 | 221 |
| 176: | The Changeling | Ahoy, and ahoy! | | 34 | 239 |
| 177: | The Child In The Story Awakes | The light of dawn rose on my dreams, | | 28 | 234 |
| 178: | The Child In The Story Goes To Bed | I prythee, Nurse, come smooth my hair, | | 32 | 223 |
| 179: | The Children Of Stare | Winter is fallen early | | 36 | 308 |
| 180: | The Christening | The bells chime clear, | | 36 | 211 |
| 181: | The Corner Stone | Sterile these stones | | 24 | 27 |
| 182: | The Cupboard | I know a little cupboard, | | 16 | 240 |
| 183: | The Dark Chateau | In dreams a dark château | | 40 | 235 |
| 184: | The Death-Dream | Who, now, put dreams into thy slumbering mind? | | 17 | 258 |
| 185: | The Disguise | Why in my heart, O Grief, | | 36 | 181 |
| 186: | The Double | I curtseyed to the dovecote. | | 24 | 214 |
| 187: | The Dreamer | O thou who giving helm and sword, | | 16 | 231 |
| 188: | The Dunce | Why does he still keep ticking? | | 8 | 237 |
| 189: | The Dwarf | Now, Jinnie, my dear, to the dwarf be off, | | 50 | 195 |
| 190: | The Dwelling-Place | Deep in a forest where the kestrel screamed, | | 44 | 206 |
| 191: | The Empty House | See this house, how dark it is | | 26 | 191 |
| 192: | The Enchanted Hill | From height of noon, remote and still, | | 49 | 236 |
| 193: | The Englishman | I met a sailor in the woods, | | 72 | 230 |
| 194: | The Exile | I am that Adam who, with Snake for guest, | | 12 | 224 |
| 195: | The Fairies Dancing | I heard along the early hills, | | 24 | 213 |
| 196: | The Fairy In Winter | There was a Fairy - flake of winter - | | 19 | 231 |
| 197: | The Flight | How do the days press on, and lay | | 12 | 236 |
| 198: | The Fly | How large unto the tiny fly | | 12 | 229 |
| 199: | The Fool Rings His Bells | Come, Death, I'd have a word with thee; | | 70 | 18 |
| 200: | The Fool's Song | Never, no never, listen too long, | | 10 | 225 |
| 201: | The Funeral | They dressed us up in black, | | 24 | 218 |
| 202: | The Gage | Lady Jane, O Lady Jane! | | 102 | 248 |
| 203: | The Ghost | Peace in thy hands, | | 15 | 262 |
| 204: | The Ghost | Who knocks?" "I, who was beautiful, | | 20 | 235 |
| 205: | The Glimpse | Art thou asleep? or have thy wings | | 24 | 230 |
| 206: | The Gnomies | As I lay awake in the white moonlight, | | 28 | 229 |
| 207: | The Grey Wolf | A fagot, a fagot, go fetch for the fire, son! | | 8 | 255 |
| 208: | The Happy Encounter | I saw sweet Poetry turn troubled eyes | | 14 | 185 |
| 209: | The Hare | In the black furrow of a field | | 8 | 235 |
| 210: | The Hawthorn Hath A Deathly Smell | The flowers of the field | | 24 | 218 |
| 211: | The Honey Robbers | There were two Fairies, Gimmul and Mel, | | 30 | 211 |
| 212: | The Horn | Hark! is that a horn I hear, | | 12 | 192 |
| 213: | The Horseman | I heard a horseman | | 8 | 219 |
| 214: | The Huntsmen | Three jolly gentlemen, | | 12 | 224 |
| 215: | The Isle Of Lone | Three dwarfs there were which lived in an isle, | | 104 | 262 |
| 216: | The Isle Of Lone | Three dwarfs there were which lived on an isle, | | 68 | 235 |
| 217: | The Journey | Heart-sick of his journey was the Wanderer; | | 72 | 202 |
| 218: | The Journey | Heart-sick of his journey was the Wanderer; | | 76 | 206 |
| 219: | The Keys Of Morning | While at her bedroom window once, | | 40 | 225 |
| 220: | The Lamplighter | When the light of day declineth, | | 24 | 247 |
| 221: | The Linnet | Upon this leafy bush | | 16 | 195 |
| 222: | The Listeners | Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller, | | 36 | 214 |
| 223: | The Little Bird | My dear Daddie bought a mansion | | 12 | 226 |
| 224: | The Little Creature | Twinkum, twankum, twirlum and twitch | | 29 | 217 |
| 225: | The Little Green Orchard | Some one is always sitting there, | | 32 | 216 |
| 226: | The Little Green Orchard | Some one is always sitting there, | | 32 | 256 |
| 227: | The Little Old Cupid | Twas a very small garden; | | 24 | 233 |
| 228: | The Little Salamander | When I go free, | | 69 | 216 |
| 229: | The Lost Shoe | Poor little Lucy | | 44 | 267 |
| 230: | The Marionettes | Let the foul Scene proceed: | | 28 | 239 |
| 231: | The Market-Place | My mind is like a clamorous market-place. | | 14 | 179 |
| 232: | The Massacre | The shadow of a poplar tree | | 28 | 224 |
| 233: | The Mermaids | Sand, sand; hills of sand; | | 24 | 192 |
| 234: | The Midden's Song | Bubble, Bubble, | | 16 | 217 |
| 235: | The Miller And His Son | A twangling harp for Mary, | | 48 | 256 |
| 236: | The Miracle | Who beckons the green ivy up | | 30 | 230 |
| 237: | The Mocking Fairy | Won't you look out of your window, Mrs. Gill?" | | 16 | 253 |
| 238: | The Moth | Isled in the midnight air, | | 12 | 32 |
| 239: | The Mother Bird | Through the green twilight of a hedge | | 18 | 259 |
| 240: | The Mountains | Still, and blanched, and cold, and lone, | | 12 | 192 |
| 241: | The Night-Swans | Tis silence on the enchanted lake, | | 28 | 207 |
| 242: | The Ogre | Tis moonlight on Trebarwith Vale, | | 64 | 282 |
| 243: | The Old House | A very, very old house I know- | | 12 | 245 |
| 244: | The Old Men | Old and alone, sit we, | | 24 | 239 |
| 245: | The Old Soldier | There came an Old Soldier to my door, | | 20 | 206 |
| 246: | The Old Stone House | Nothing on the grey roof, nothing on the brown, | | 9 | 214 |
| 247: | The Pedlar | There came a Pedlar to an evening house; | | 70 | 233 |
| 248: | The Phantom | Upstairs in the large closet, child, | | 102 | 265 |
| 249: | The Picture | Here is a sea-legged sailor, | | 16 | 213 |
| 250: | The Pigs And The Charcoal - Burner | The old Pig said to the little pigs, | | 16 | 219 |
| 251: | The Pilgrim | Shall we carry now your bundle, | | 89 | 240 |
| 252: | The Portrait Of A Warrior | His brow is seamed with line and scar; | | 16 | 223 |
| 253: | The Quarry | You hunted me with all the pack, | | 16 | 185 |
| 254: | The Quartette | Tom sang for joy and Ned sang for joy and old Sam sang for joy; | | 8 | 198 |
| 255: | The Quiet Enemy | Hearken! now the hermit bee | | 20 | 180 |
| 256: | The Rainbow | I saw the lovely arch | | 8 | 224 |
| 257: | The Raven's Tomb | Build me my tomb,' the Raven said, | | 20 | 246 |
| 258: | The Reawakening | Green in light are the hills, and a calm wind flowing | | 12 | 223 |
| 259: | The Remonstrance | I was at peace until you came | | 26 | 231 |
| 260: | The Revenant | O all ye fair ladies with your colours and your graces, | | 16 | 202 |
| 261: | The Riddlers | Thou solitary!" the Blackbird cried, | | 54 | 215 |
| 262: | The Ride-By-Nights | Up on their brooms the Witches stream, | | 14 | 212 |
| 263: | The Ruin | When the last colours of the day | | 10 | 245 |
| 264: | The Scarecrow | All winter through I bow my head | | 20 | 222 |
| 265: | The Scribe | What lovely things | | 26 | 224 |
| 266: | The Shade | Darker than night; and oh, much darker, she, | | 8 | 252 |
| 267: | The Ship Of Rio | There was a ship of Rio | | 24 | 233 |
| 268: | The Silver Penny | Sailorman, I'll give to you | | 20 | 256 |
| 269: | The Sleeper | As Ann came in one summer's day, | | 28 | 233 |
| 270: | The Sleeping Beauty | The scent of bramble sweets the air, | | 16 | 239 |
| 271: | The Song Of Finis | AT the edge of All the Ages | | 16 | 227 |
| 272: | The Song Of Shadows | Sweep thy faint Strings, Musician, | | 16 | 223 |
| 273: | The Song Of The Mad Prince | Who said, 'Peacock Pie?' | | 16 | 214 |
| 274: | The Song Of The Secret | Where is beauty? | | 17 | 208 |
| 275: | The Song Of The Soldiers | As I sat musing by the frozen dyke, | | 12 | 220 |
| 276: | The Stranger | In the nook of a wood where a pool freshed with dew | | 26 | 186 |
| 277: | The Stranger | Half-hidden in a graveyard | | 20 | 310 |
| 278: | The Stranger | In the woods as I did walk, | | 20 | 197 |
| 279: | The Sunken Garden | Speak not - whisper not; | | 20 | 209 |
| 280: | The Sunken Garden | Speak not - whisper not; | | 14 | 272 |
| 281: | The Supper | A wolf he pricks with eyes of fire | | 48 | 230 |
| 282: | The Tailor | Few footsteps stray when dusk droops o'er | | 18 | 228 |
| 283: | The Thief At Robin's Castle | There came a Thief one night to Robin's Castle, | | 108 | 197 |
| 284: | The Three Beggars | Twas autumn daybreak gold and wild, | | 44 | 199 |
| 285: | The Three Cherry Trees | There were three cherry trees once, | | 20 | 263 |
| 286: | The Three Strangers | Far are those tranquil hills, | | 20 | 204 |
| 287: | The Tired Cupid | The thin moonlight with trickling ray, | | 20 | 194 |
| 288: | The Titmouse | If you would happy company win, | | 16 | 26 |
| 289: | The Truants | Ere my heart beats too coldly and faintly | | 20 | 229 |
| 290: | The Truants | Ere my heart beats too coldly and faintly | | 20 | 194 |
| 291: | The Tryst | Flee into some forgotten night and be | | 26 | 201 |
| 292: | The Unchanging | After the songless rose of evening, | | 12 | 225 |
| 293: | The Unfinished Dream | Rare-sweet the air in that unimagined country | | 41 | 221 |
| 294: | The Universe | I heard a little child beneath the stars | | 16 | 217 |
| 295: | The Vacant Day | As I did walk in meadows green | | 20 | 235 |
| 296: | The Veil | I think and think: yet still I fail - | | 22 | 26 |
| 297: | The Window | Behind the blinds I sit and watch | | 8 | 223 |
| 298: | The Witch | Weary went the old Witch, | | 44 | 395 |
| 299: | The Witch | Weary went the old Witch, | | 44 | 294 |
| 300: | The World Of Dream | Now, through the dusk | | 32 | 203 |
| 301: | Then | Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty | | 12 | 207 |
| 302: | There Blooms No Bud In May | There blooms no bud in May | | 20 | 217 |
| 303: | They Told Me | They told me Pan was dead, but I | | 12 | 217 |
| 304: | Thule | If thou art sweet as they are sad | | 12 | 221 |
| 305: | Tillie | Old Tillie Turveycombe | | 20 | 183 |
| 306: | Time Passes | There was nought in the Valley | | 30 | 211 |
| 307: | Tired Tim | Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him. | | 8 | 249 |
| 308: | Tit For Tat | Have you been catching of fish, Tom Noddy? | | 20 | 227 |
| 309: | To E.T.: 1917 | You sleep too well - too far away, | | 8 | 261 |
| 310: | To Margot | When I go free, | | 9 | 205 |
| 311: | To My Mother | Thine is my all, how little when 'tis told | | 18 | 234 |
| 312: | Treachery | She had amid her ringlets bound | | 15 | 206 |
| 313: | Trees | Of all the trees in England, | | 16 | 250 |
| 314: | Truce | Far inland here Death's pinions mocked the roar | | 7 | 191 |
| 315: | Unstooping | Low on his fours the Lion | | 12 | 216 |
| 316: | Up And Down | Down the Hill of Ludgate, | | 8 | 255 |
| 317: | Vain Finding | Ever before my face there went | | 8 | 198 |
| 318: | Vain Questioning | What needest thou? - a few brief hours of rest | | 22 | 401 |
| 319: | Vigil | Dark is the night, | | 24 | 238 |
| 320: | Virtue | Her breast is cold; her hands how faint and wan! | | 14 | 192 |
| 321: | Voices | Who is it calling by the darkened river | | 24 | 203 |
| 322: | Wanderers | Wide are the meadows of night | | 12 | 240 |
| 323: | When The Rose Is Faded | When the rose is faded, | | 16 | 238 |
| 324: | Where Is Thy Victory? | None, none can tell where I shall be | | 36 | 210 |
| 325: | Where? | Where is my love - | | 12 | 208 |
| 326: | Will Ever? | Will he ever be weary of wandering, | | 16 | 224 |
| 327: | Winter | Clouded with snow | | 15 | 239 |
| 328: | Winter | Green Mistletoe! | | 36 | 205 |
| 329: | Winter Dusk | Dark frost was in the air without | | 28 | 236 |
