- As a bad orator, badly o’er-book-skilled, VI
- As the lone, frighted user of a night-road XII
- As to a child, I talked my heart asleep X
- Beauty and love let no one separate, XIX
- Even as upon a low and cloud-domed day, XXIII
- Far away, far away, Meantime
- From the moonlit brink of dreams Spell
- Good. I have done. My heart weighs. I am sad. XXXV
- Happy the maimed, the halt, the mad, the blind— XXXIV
- He that goes back does, since he goes, advance, XXXIII
- How can I think, or edge my thoughts to action, V
- How many masks wear we, and undermasks, VIII
- How yesterday is long ago! The past XXVII
- I am older than Nature and her Time XXXI
- I could not think of thee as piecèd rot, IV
- I do not know what truth the false untruth XXX
- If that apparent part of life’s delight II
- Indefinite space, which, by co-substance night, XVIII
- Like a bad suitor desperate and trembling XV
- Like to a ship that storms urge on its course, XI
- My love, and not I, is the egoist. XVII
- My soul is a stiff pageant, man by man, XXII
- My weary life, that lives unsatisfied XXIX
- Oh to be idle loving idleness! IX
- Set ope all shutters, that the day come in Epithalamium
- Something in me was born before the stars XXIV
- The edge of the green wave whitely doth hiss XXVIII
- The rain outside was cold in Hadrian’s soul. Antinous
- The world is woven all of dream and error XXVI
- Thought was born blind, but Thought knows what is seeing. XXI
- Thy words are torture to me, that scarce grieve thee— VII
- We are born at sunset and we die ere morn, XIV
- We are in Fate and Fate’s and do but lack XXV
- We never joy enjoy to that full point XVI
- We pass and dream. Earth smiles. Virtue is rare. Inscriptions
- When I do think my meanest line shall be III
- When I have sense of what to sense appears, XXXII
- When I should be asleep to mine own voice XIII
- When in the widening circle of rebirth XX
- Whether we write or speak or do but look I
All poets.