- A moan in the gloam in the air-peaks heard— The Feast of Vultures
- A Soul, half through the Gate, said unto Life: Life or Death
- Back to thy breast, O Mother, turns thy child, In Memoriam
- Chipmunks three sat on a tree, A Novel of Color
- Come! Come! I have waited long! The Dirge of the Sea
- Comrades, what matter the watch-night tells Ave et Vale
- Germinal!—The Field of Mars is plowing, Germinal
- Grand eye of Liberty, light up my page! The Freethinker’s Plea
- Great silent heart! These barren drops of grief In Memoriam
- How many drops must gather to the skies Ut Sementem Feceris, Ita Metes
- I am at peace—no storm can ever touch me; Hymn
- I am! The ages on the ages roll; I Am
- I saw them toiling in the blistering sun, The Road Builders
- I stand in the darkness waiting The New Hope
- I went before God, and he said, Love’s Compensation
- Light upon Waldheim! And the earth is gray; “Light Upon Waldheim”
- O’er the sweet, quiet homes in the silent grave-city, Night on the Graves
- Pale, ghostly Vision from the coffined years, The Wandering Jew
- Poor Heart, so weary with thy bitter grief! The Burial of My Past Self
- Quiet they lie in their shrouds of rest, At the Grave in Waldheim
- Requiem, requiem, requiem, Marsh-Bloom
- Santa Agueda, thou that wast accursed Santa Agueda
- So, you’re the chaplain! You needn’t say what you have come for; I can guess. Betrayed
- Some souls there are which never live their life; To My Mother
- The dust of a hundred years Mary Wollstonecraft
- The gods have left us, the creeds have crumbled; The Cry of the Unfit
- The tide is out, the wind blows off the shore; The Hurricane
- There was a tableau! Liberty’s clear light John P. Altgeld
- There’s a love supreme in the great hereafter, Optimism
- To say in my defense? Defense of what? The Suicide’s Defense
- We are the souls that crept and cried in the days when they tortured men; Angiolillo
- We contrast light and darkness—light of God, The Christian’s Faith
- We have cried—and the Gods are silent; The Toast of Despair
- What have you done, O skies, The Gods and the People
- Who am I? Only one of the commonest common people, Out of the Darkness
- Why do you clothe me with scarlet of shame? Bastard Born
- Written in red their protest stands, Written—in—Red
- You and I, in the sere, brown weather, You and I
All poets.