The poems are listed here by first line; click here for a listing by title, and here for a listing as in the collected editions.
| Title | First line | Notes |
| Nursery Idyls (I) to (V) | A little sigh, a little shiver… |  |
| Requiescat in pace | A new-made grave, for the damp earth stood | |
| Cavaliere servente | Alas for me, who loved my bow-wow well! | |
| Amour de Voyage | And I was a man who could write you rhyme | |
| Estunt the Griff | And so unto the End of Graves came he | |
| A Murder in the Compound | At the wall’s foot a smear of fly-flecked red | |
| Kopra-Brahm | Cosmic force and Cawnpore leather | |
| Quaeritur | Dawn that disheartens the desolate dunes | |
| Illusion, disillusion, allusion | Fairest of women is she | |
| Ave Imperatrix | From every quarter of your land | |
| Sonnet, On Being Rejected of One’s Horse | Give me my rein, my sais! Give me my rein! | |
| Reading the Will | Here we have it, scratched and scored | |
| The Song of the Sufferer | His drink it is Saline Pyretic | |
| The Flight of the Bucket | H’m, for a subject it is well enough! | |
| The Indian farmer at Home | Hoots! toots! ayont, ahint, afore | |
| Nursery Rhymes for little Anglo-Indians | I had a little husband | |
| Jane Smith | I journeyed, on a winter’s day | |
| The City of the Heart | I passed through the lonely Indian town | |
| The Front Door | I stand and guard – such ones as say | |
| The Cursing of Stephen | I turned the pages of the baby’s book | |
| Way down the Ravi River | I wandered by the riverside | |
| Two sides of the medal | I will into the world, I will make me a name | |
| The Ballad of the King’s Daughter | If my Love come to me over the water | |
| The Boar of the Year | In the shade of the trees by the lunch-tent the Old Haileyburian sat | |
| An echo | Let the fruit ripen one by one | |
| Envy Hatred.and Malice | Let us praise Such an One | |
| Lo! As a little child | Lo! As a little child | |
| The Seven Nights of Creation (‘Argument’ of a projected poem) | Lo! what is this I make! Are these his limbs | |
| A Vision of India | Mother India, wan and thin | |
| This side the Styx | Naked and shivering, how the oozy tide | |
| Himalayan | Now the land is ringed with a circle of fire | |
| The Maid of the Meerschaum | Nude nymph, when from Neuberg’s I led her | |
| Failure | One brought her Fire from a distant place | |
| A Locked Way | Open the Gate! | |
| The Dusky Crew | Our heads were rough and our hands were black | |
| Conventionality | Passion and Fire – bah! are they ever linked with beauty? | |
| To the Common Room | Placetne, Domini? – in far Lahore | |
| Commonplaces | Rain on the face of the sea | |
| Roses | Roses by babies’ rosier fingers pressed | |
| Land-bound | Run down to the sea, O River | |
| The Battle of Assaye | Save (See) where our huge sea-castles from afar | |
| Donec Gratus Eram | So (Es) long as ‘twuz (’twas) me alone | |
| His Consolation | So be it; you give me my release | |
| Overheard | So the day dragged through | |
| Caret | Something wanting in this world | |
| Tobacco | Sweet is the Rose’s scent – Tobacco’s smell | |
| The Song of the Exiles | That long white Barrack by the Sea | |
| Appropriate verses on an Elegant Landscape | The fields were upholstered with poppies so red | |
| The Jam-pot | The Jam-pot – tender thought | |
| The Sudder Bazaar | The motive that calls for my ditty | |
| How the Day Broke | The night was very silent, and the moon was going down | |
| Missed | There is one moment when the gods are kind | |
| A Legend of Devonshire | There were three daughters long ago | |
| London Town | There’s no God in London | |
| On Fort Duty | There’s tumult in the Khyber | |
| Credat Judaeus | Three couples were we in the lane | |
| Laocoon | Under the shadow of Death | |
| From the Wings | We are actors at the side-scenes ere the play of life begins | |
| Our Lady of Many Dreams | We pray to God, and to God it seems | |
| The Lesson | We two learned the lesson together | |
| Solus cum sola | We were alone on the beach | |
| How the Goddess Awakened | Where the reveller laid him, drunk with wine | |