- A dead corpse crowned with a crown of gold Corpse
- A dead corpse full of wormy questionings, Monotony
- Adorned daggers, ruby-hilted swords; Sonnet of the Instruments of Death
- All the authors that there are bore Me; Litany
- Although thy face be whiter than the dawn, Languor
- Among all sorrows that my heart hath known, Consolation
- And since I understood not what so strong Fragments
- Anguish and Mourning are as gold to her; Madonna
- As shadows pass, in the misty night, Rondeau
- Be not cast down my heart, and be not sad, Sonnet
- Because my hope is dead, my heart a stone, Hegel
- Cometh a day and a night, Song
- Dead am I, and ye triumph o’er me dead, Scorn
- Far in the melancholy hills it stands, The House of Youth
- Holy Pestilence, holy Pestilence, gird thee with might, Prayer
- I am a little tired of all things mortal; Prelude
- I leave the sound, the sorrow, and the strife; After-Life
- I love all sombre and autumnal things, Sombre Sonnet
- I sat in tall Gomorrah on a day, Ennui
- I saw a dead corpse lying in a tomb, The Grotesques
- In the last hopeless depth of hell’s dark tomb Miserrimus
- In thy blue pallid gown that shimmereth Ashtoreth
- It is not that I have not sought thy face Truth
- It is not that thy face is fair Parfait Amour
- Lo, all the passionate pale evening Evening Song
- Lo, all the world as some vast corpse long dead, Sepulchral Life
- Lo, how the moon, beloved, Nocturne
- Lo, in the night I cry out, in the night, Mad Sonnet
- My heart is but a tomb, where vain and cold Sepulture
- Naught is more sweet than gently to let dream Opium
- Now at the last, Zulaikha, all my sorrows olden Song of India
- Now I am come to the nadir at last, to the absolute sorrow, Envoi
- Now that the earth thy buried corpse doth hold, Sonnet of Burial
- O endless idiocy of humankind! The Defilers
- —O Muse of mine that sittest orientally Louanges d’Elle
- O poppy-buds, that in the golden air Poppy Song
- O starry light of the dim universe! Song of the Stars in Praise of Her
- Out of the grave, O God, I call to thee, De Profundis
- Quelle bêtise! O Muse, no longer lappt in sadness let us lie, Song of Golden Youth
- Remember, ye whom the skies delight, Remember
- She hath liv’d the life of a rose, Song
- Surely thy face, love, is a little pale, Constancy
- The lady awoke before the cold gray dawn, Aubade
- The lady rode ’neath the strange sky’s pall Ballad
- The loathed worms are crawling over me The Grave
- The moon shone full that night, Autumn Burial
- These paltry rhymes, which loftier shall pursue Dedication
- They come and go, they pass before my soul, Pride
- They do not know that they are wholly dead, Mankind
- Thou art at last made perfect; from the estate Mummy
- Thou shalt rejoice for woe: Sestettes
- Thy splendour-lighted face before mine eyes Liebes-Tod
- Tired Muse, put faded roses on thy brow, Harvard
- Weep, far autumnal skies, Autumn Song
- When Death shall touch thy body beautiful, Changelessness
- When I contemplate how my state is low, Sonnet
- White-rose perfume Requiem
- —Why sittest thou, O Muse, in grief enfolden? Hélas
- Your soul is like a purple flower, Mais Moi Je Vis La Vie en Rouge
All poets.