- TO A SNOW-FLAKE
- ODE TO THE SETTING SUN
- LINES
- TO MY GODCHILD
- THE MAKING OF VIOLA
- DEDICATION OF “NEW POEMS” To COVENTRY PATMORE
- DEDICATION OF “POEMS”
- You, O the piteous you...
- THE POPPY — TO MONICA
- Where the thistle lifts a purple crown...
- EPILOGUE
- I fled Him, down the nights and down the days...
- Hearken my chant,‘ tis...
- The breaths of kissing night and day...
- It seemed corrival of the world's great prime...
- I will not perturbate...
- EPILOGUE — TO THE POET'S SITTER,
- Oh, but the heavenly grammar did I hold...
- Thou dost to rich attire a grace...
- Her soul from earth to Heaven lies...
- “MANUS ANIMAM PINXIT”
- ENVOY.
- ULTIMUM.
- UNTO THIS LAST.