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| On Albina | |
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| Forget Me Not | |
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| Charade | |
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| Hope in Grief | |
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| On the Death of a Cat | |
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| Sappho | |
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| Heart's Chill Between | |
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| Death's Chill Between | |
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| Lines / given with a Penwiper | |
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| A Pause of Thought | |
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| Song ['She sat and sang always'] | |
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| Song ['When I am dead, my dearest'] | |
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| Some ladies dress in muslin full and white | |
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| On Keats | |
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| Song ['Oh roses for the flush of youth'] | |
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| Have you forgotten? | |
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| Sweet Death | |
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| An End | |
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| Dream-Land | |
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| Remember | |
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| Three Nuns | |
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| Portraits | |
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| 'Consider the Lilies of the Field' ['Flowers preach to us if we will hear'] | |
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| The P.R.B. | |
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| The Bourne | |
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| The World | |
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| From the Antique | |
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| Three Stages | |
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| Echo | |
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| My Dream | |
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| May | |
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| Shut Out | |
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| Amen | |
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| The Hour and the Ghost | |
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| The Lowest Room | |
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| A Triad | |
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| Love from the North | |
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| In an Artist's Studio | |
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| A Better Resurrection | |
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| 'Whatsoever is right, that shall ye receive' | |
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| 'The heart knoweth its own bitterness' ['When all the over-work of life'] | |
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| A Birthday | |
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| An Apple-Gathering | |
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| Winter: My Secret | |
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| Maude Clare | |
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| At Home | |
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| Up-Hill | |
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| The Convent Threshold | |
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| 'What good shall my life do me?' ['Have dead men long to wait?'] | |
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| Winter Rain | |
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| L.E.L. | |
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| Goblin Market | |
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| 'No, Thank You, John' | |
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| 'Out of the Deep' | |
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| The Queen of Hearts | |
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| Consider | |
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| The Lowest Place | |
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| Beauty is Vain | |
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| What Would I Give? | |
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| Who Shall Deliver Me? | |
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| Twice | |
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| Jessie Cameron | |
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| The Prince's Progress | |
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| Memory | |
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| Amor Mundi | |
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| 'The Iniquity of the Fathers Upon the Children' | |
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| A Daughter of Eve | |
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| A Smile and a Sigh | |
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| Autumn Violets | |
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| 'They Desire a Better Country' | |
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| A Christmas Carol | |
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| Love me, - I love you | |
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| A city plum is not a plum | |
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| A baby's cradle with no baby in it | |
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| Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth | |
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| A linnet in a gilded cage | |
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| If all were rain and never sun | |
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| If I were a Queen | |
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| What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow | |
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| Brown and furry | |
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| A toadstool comes up in a night | |
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| If a pig wore a wig | |
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| How many seconds in a minute? | |
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| What is pink? a rose is pink | |
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| A pin has a head, but has no hair | |
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| When fishes set umbrellas up | |
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| The peacock has a score of eyes | |
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| The wind has such a rainy sound | |
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| Who has seen the wind? | |
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| When a mounting skylark sings | |
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| An emerald is as green as grass | |
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| What does the bee do? | |
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| I caught a little ladybird | |
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| Baby lies so fast asleep | |
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| Confluents | |
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| 'Yet a little while' | |
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| Manna Innominata | |
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| Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome | |
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| The Key-Note | |
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| He and She | |
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| De Profundis | |
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| 'Hollow-Sounding and Mysterious' | |
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| At Last | |
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| Mariana | |
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| Passing and Glassing | |
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| The Thread of Life | |
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| Touching 'Never' | |
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| An Old-World Thicket | |
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| Later Life: A Double Sonnet of Sonnets | |
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| 'Judge nothing before the time' | |
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| Joy is but sorrow | |
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| 'Redeeming the Time' | |
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| 'Doeth well ... doeth better' | |
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| A Castle-Builder's World | |
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| Piteous my rhyme is | |
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| If love is not worth loving, then life is not worth living | |
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| Roses on a brier | |
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| 'Called to be Saints' | |
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| Of each sad word which is more sorrowful | |
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| Our heaven must be within ourselves | |
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| 'A Helpmeet for Him' | |
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| O ye who love today | |
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| Lord, I am feeble and of mean account | |
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| What is the beginning? Love. What the course? Love still | |
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| As froth on the face of the deep | |
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| Patience must dwell with Love, for Love and Sorrow | |
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| Hope is the counterpoise of fear | |
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| 'Subject to like Passions as we are' | |
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| Experience bows a sweet contented face | |
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| 'Charity never Faileth' | |
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| Safe where I cannot lie yet | |
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| How great is little man! | |
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| 'The Greatest of these is Charity' | |
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| 'O Lucifer, Son of the Morning!' | |
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| Time seems not short | |
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| 'Judge not according to the appearance' | |
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| St Peter | |
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| 'Sit down in the lowest room' | |
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| 'Consider the Lilies of the Field' ['Solomon most glorious in array'] | |
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| Our Mothers, lovely women pitiful | |
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| Babylon the Great | |
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| 'Do this, and he doeth it' | |
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| 'Standing afar off for the fear of her torment' | |
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| Vigil of St Bartholomew | |
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| 'Who hath despised the day of small things?' | |
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| Tune me, O Lord, into one harmony | |
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| Notes | |
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| Index of Titles | |
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| Index of First Lines | |