| Title | Author |
|---|
| I. 1887 | A. E. Housman |
| II. [Loveliest of trees, the cherry now] | A. E. Housman |
| III. The Recruit | A. E. Housman |
| IV. Reveille | A. E. Housman |
| V. [Oh see how thick the goldcup flow... | A. E. Housman |
| VI. [When the lad for longing sighs,] | A. E. Housman |
| VII. [When smoke stood up from Ludlow,] | A. E. Housman |
| VIII. ["Farewell to barn and stack an... | A. E. Housman |
| IX. [On moonlit heath and lonesome bank] | A. E. Housman |
| X. March | A. E. Housman |
| XI. [On your midnight pallet lying] | A. E. Housman |
| XII. [When I watch the living meet,] | A. E. Housman |
| XIII. [When I was one-and-twenty] | A. E. Housman |
| XIV. [There pass the careless people] | A. E. Housman |
| XV. [Look not in my eyes, for fear] | A. E. Housman |
| XVI. [It nods and curtseys and recovers] | A. E. Housman |
| XVII. [Twice a week the winter thorough] | A. E. Housman |
| XVIII. [Oh, when I was in love with y... | A. E. Housman |
| XIX. To An Athlete Dying Young | A. E. Housman |
| XX. [Oh fair enough are sky and plain,] | A. E. Housman |
| XXI. Bredon Hill | A. E. Housman |
| XXII. [The street sounds to the soldi... | A. E. Housman |
| XXIII. [The lads in their hundreds to... | A. E. Housman |
| XXIV. [Say, lad, have you things to do?] | A. E. Housman |
| XXV. [This time of year a twelvemonth... | A. E. Housman |
| XXVI. [Along the fields as we came by] | A. E. Housman |
| XXVII. ["Is my team ploughing,] | A. E. Housman |
| XXVIII. The Welsh Marches | A. E. Housman |
| XXIX. The Lent Lily | A. E. Housman |
| XXX. [Others, I am not the first,] | A. E. Housman |
| XXXI. [On Wenlock Edge the wood's in ... | A. E. Housman |
| XXXII. [From far, from eve and morning] | A. E. Housman |
| XXXIII. [If truth in hearts that perish] | A. E. Housman |
| XXXIV. The New Mistress | A. E. Housman |
| XXXV. [On the idle hill of summer,] | A. E. Housman |
| XXXVI. [White in the moon the long ro... | A. E. Housman |
| XXXVII. [As through the wild green hi... | A. E. Housman |
| XXXVIII. [The winds out of the west l... | A. E. Housman |
| XXXIX. ['Tis time, I think by Wenlock... | A. E. Housman |
| XL. [Into my heart on air that kills] | A. E. Housman |
| XLI. [In my own shire, if I was sad] | A. E. Housman |
| XLII. The Merry Guide | A. E. Housman |
| XLIII. The Immortal Part | A. E. Housman |
| XLIV. [Shot? so quick, so clean an en... | A. E. Housman |
| XLV. [If it chance your eye offend you,] | A. E. Housman |
| XLVI. [Bring, in this timeless grave ... | A. E. Housman |
| XLVII. The Carpenter's Son | A. E. Housman |
| XLVIII. [Be still, my soul, be still] | A. E. Housman |
| XLIX. | A. E. Housman |
| L. [Clunton and Clunbury,] | A. E. Housman |
| LI. [Loitering with a vacant eye] | A. E. Housman |
| LII. [Far in a western brookland] | A. E. Housman |
| LIII. The True Lover | A. E. Housman |
| LIV. [With rue my heart is laden] | A. E. Housman |
| LV. [Westward on the high-hilled plains] | A. E. Housman |
| LVI. The Day of Battle | A. E. Housman |
| LVII. [You smile upon your friend to-... | A. E. Housman |
| LVIII. [When I came last to Ludlow] | A. E. Housman |
| LIX. The Isle of Portland | A. E. Housman |
| LX. [Now hollow fires burn out to bla... | A. E. Housman |
| LXI. Hughley Steeple | A. E. Housman |
| LXII. ["Terence, this is stupid stuff:] | A. E. Housman |
| LXIII. [I Hoed and trenched and weeded,] | A. E. Housman |