- A bird delicious to the taste, A Rebus, by I. B.
- Adieu, New-England’s smiling meads, A Farewel to America. To Mrs. S. W.
- All-Conquering Death! by thy resistless pow’r, To His Honour the Lieutenant-Governor, on the Death of His Lady. March 24, 1773
- Apollo’s wrath to man the dreadful spring Niobe in Distress for Her Children Slain by Apollo, from Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Book VI and from a View of the Painting of Mr. Richard Wilson
- Arise, my soul, on wings enraptur’d, rise Thoughts on the Works of Providence
- Attend my lays, ye ever honour’d nine, An Hymn to the Morning
- Ere yet the morn its lovely blushes spread, On the Death of the Rev. Dr. Sewell. 1769
- From dark abodes to fair etherial light On the Death of a Young Lady of Five Years of Age
- Grim monarch! see, depriv’d of vital breath, To a Lady on the Death of Her Husband
- Hail, happy day, when, smiling like the morn, To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth, His Majesty’s Principal Secretary of State for North-America, etc.
- Hail, happy saint, on thine immortal throne, On the Death of the Rev. Mr. George Whitefield. 1770
- Indulgent muse! my grov’ling mind inspire, To a Lady on Her Coming to North-America with Her Son, for the Recovery of Her Health
- Lo! for this dark terrestrial ball An Hymn to Humanity
- Maecenas, you, beneath the myrtle shade, To Maecenas
- Mneme begin. Inspire, ye sacred nine, On Recollection
- No more the flow’ry scenes of pleasure rife, On the Death of J. C. An Infant
- O Thou bright jewel in my aim I strive On Virtue
- O’erwhelming sorrow now demands my song: To a Lady and Her Children, on the Death of Her Son and Their Brother
- On Death’s domain intent I fix my eyes, To a Gentleman and Lady on the Death of the Lady’s Brother and Sister, and a Child of the Name of Avis, Aged One Year
- Say, heav’nly muse, what king or mighty God, Isaiah 63:1–8
- Say, muse divine, can hostile scenes delight To Captain H⸺d, of the 65th Regiment
- Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main An Hymn to the Evening
- The poet asks, and Phillis can’t refuse An Answer to the Rebus, by the Author of These Poems
- Though thou did’st hear the tempest from afar, To a Lady on Her Remarkable Preservation in an Hurricane in North-Carolina
- Through airy roads he wings his instant flight A Funeral Poem on the Death of C. E. An Infant of Twelve Months
- Through thickest glooms look back, immortal shade, On the Death of Dr. Samuel Marshall. 1771
- Thy various works, imperial queen, we see, On Imagination
- To cultivate in ev’ry noble mind To the Rev. Dr. Thomas Amory, on Reading His Sermons on Daily Devotion, in Which That Duty Is Recommended and Assisted
- To show the lab’ring bosom’s deep intent, To S. M. A Young African Painter, on Seeing His Works
- ’Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land, On Being Brought from Africa to America
- We trace the pow’r of Death from tomb to tomb, To a Lady on the Death of Three Relations
- Where contemplation finds her sacred spring, To a Clergyman on the Death of His Lady
- While an intrinsic ardor prompts to write, To the University of Cambridge, in New-England
- While deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shade To the Honourable T. H. Esq.; On the Death of His Daughter
- While others chant of gay Elysian scenes, To a Gentleman on His Voyage to Great-Britain for the Recovery of His Health
- While raging tempests shake the shore, Ode to Neptune
- Who taught thee conflict with the pow’rs of night, On the Death of a Young Gentleman
- Ye martial pow’rs, and all ye tuneful nine, Goliath of Gath
- Your subjects hope, dread Sire— To the King’s Most Excellent Majesty. 1768
All poets.