1887 -- Loveliest of trees, the cherry now -- The recruit -- Reveille -- Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers -- When the lad for longing sighs -- When smoke stood up from Ludlow -- Farewell to barn and stack and tree -- On moonlit heath and lonesome bank -- March -- On your midnight pallet lying -- When I watch the living meet -- When I was one-and-twenty -- There pass the careless people -- Look not in my eyes, for fear -- It nods and curtseys and recovers -- Twice a week the winter thorough -- Oh, when I was in love with you -- To an athlete dying young -- Oh fair enough are sky and plain -- Bredon Hill -- The street sounds to the soldiers' tread -- The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair -- Say, lad, have you things to do -- This time of year a twelvemonth past -- Along the field as we came by -- Is my team ploughing -- The Welsh marches -- The lent lily -- Others, I am not the first -- On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble -- From far, from eve and morning -- If truth in hearts that perish -- The new mistress -- On the idle hill of summer -- White in the moon the long road lies -- As through the wild green hills of Wyre -- The winds out of the west land blow -- Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town -- Into my heart an air that kills -- In my own shire, if I was sad -- The merry guide -- The immortal part -- If it chance your eye offend you -- Bring, in this timeless grave to throw -- The carpenter's son -- Be still, my soul, be still -- Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly -- Clunton and Clunbury -- Loitering with a vacant eye -- Far in a western brookland -- The true lover -- With rue my heart is laden -- Westward on the high-hilled plains -- The day of battle -- You smile upon your friend to-day -- When I came last to Ludlow -- The isle of Portland -- Now hollow fires burn out to black -- Hughley Steeple -- Terence, this is stupid stuff -- I hoed and trenched and weeded -- We'll to the woods no more -- The west -- As I gird on for fighting -- Her strong enchantments failing -- Illis jacet -- Grenadier -- Lancer -- In valleys green and still -- Soldier from the ars returning -- The chestnut casts his flambeaux -- Yonder see the morning blink -- The laws of God, the laws of man -- The deserter -- The culprit -- Eight o'clock -- Spring morning -- Astronomy -- The rain, it streams on stone and hillock -- In midnights of November -- The night is freezing fast -- The fairies break their dances -- The sloe was lost in flower -- In the morning, in the morning -- Epithalamium -- The oracles -- The half-moon westers low, my love -- The sigh that heaves the grasses -- Now dreary dawns the eastern light -- Wake not for the world-heard thunder -- Sunner's rue -- Hell gate -- When I would muse in boyhood -- When the eye of day is shut -- The first of May -- When first my way to fair I took -- Revolution -- Epitaph on an army of mercenaries -- Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough -- When summer's end is nighing -- Tell me not here, it needs not saying -- Fancy's knell -- They say my verse is sad -- Easter hymn -- When Israel out of Egypt came -- For these of old the trader -- The sage to the young man -- Diffugere nives -- I to my perils -- Stars, I have seen them fall -- Give me a land of boughs in leaf -- When green buds hang in the elm like dust -- The weeping Pleiads wester -- The rainy Pleiads wester -- I promise nothing : friends will part -- I lay me down and slumber -- The farms of home lie lost in even -- Tarry delight; so seldom met -- How clear, how lovely bright -- Bells in tower at evening toll -- Delight it is in youth and May -- The mill-stream, now that noises cease -- Like mine, the veins of these that slumber -- The world goes none the lamer -- Ho, everyone that thirsteth -- Crossing alone the nighted ferry -- Stone, stell, dominions pass -- Yon flakes that fret the eastern sky -- I counsel you beware -- To stand up straight and tread the turning mill -- He, standing hushed, a pace or two apart -- From the wash the laundress sends -- Shake hands, we shall never be friends --

Because I liked you better -- With seed the sowers scatter -- On forelands high in heaven -- Young is the blood that yonder -- Half-way, for one commandment broken -- Here dead lie we because we did not choose -- I did not lose my heart in summer's even -- By shores and woods and steeples -- My dreams are of a field afar -- Farewell to a name and a number -- He looked at me with eyes I thought -- A.J.J. -- I wake from freams and turning -- Far known to sea and shore -- Smooth between sea and land -- The land of Biscay -- For my funeral -- Parta Quies -- Atys -- Oh were he and I together -- When Adam walked in Eden young -- It is no gift I tender -- Here are the skies, the planets seven -- Ask me no more, for fear I should reply -- He would not stay for me -- Now to her lap the incestuous earth -- When the bells justle in the tower -- Oh, on my breast in days hereafter -- God's acre -- An epitaph -- Oh turn not in from marching -- Oh is it the jar of nations -- Tis five years since, 'An end', said I -- Some can gaze and not be sick -- The stars have not dealt me the worst they could do -- Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists -- The defeated -- I shall not die for you -- New Year's Eve -- R.L.S. -- The olive -- Now do our eyes behold / translated from Aeschylus -- What man is he that yearneth / translated from Sophocles, Oedipus Coloneus -- In heaven-high musings and many / translated from Euripides, Alcestis --