| Title | First line | Notes |
| Les Amours de Voyage | When the decks were very silent |  |
| A Morning Ride | In the hush of the cool dim dawn, when the shades begin to retreat | |
| Out of Sight | Out of thy sight, away from thy lips’ smiling | |
| As far as the East is set from the West | As far as the East is set from the West | |
| 1883 | ||
| The Pious Sub’s Creed | I do believe in Afghan Wars | |
| Saint Valentine His Day | Shall I sing you a festive and flippant lay ? | |
| A New Departure | He had said, in a Viceregal homily | |
| With a Locket | What can I send to a sweet little sister | |
| Duet from the Pinafore | Kind public, I’ve important information | |
| From the Hills | Skin may be scorching and brain may be batter | |
| Dear Auntie, your parboiled nephew reclines with his feet on a chair | Dear Auntie, your parboiled nephew reclines with his feet on a chair | |
| The Song of an outsider | E’en now the heron treads the wet | |
| Divided allegiance | My love is beautiful as day— | |
| In Memoriam July-August 1883 | If I have held my peace so long | |
| The Song of the Exiles | That long white Barrack by the sea | |
| Preadmonisheth Ye Ghoste of Desmarets | In the Paris of the Empire, in the days of long ago | |
| A Cousin’s Christmas Card | As coming from an Eastern Land | |
| A Ballad of Bitterness | How shall he sing of Christmas fun | |
| At the end of a year | This is the end of a Year | |
| 1884 | ||
| A Beleaguered City | The Stranger and the Resident | |
| Au Revoir | What Song shall we sing to the Swallow | |
| Max Desmarets, His Valentine | How shall a ghost from the Pere-la -Chaise | |
| The Ornamental Beasts | Our drains may reek—we do not care— | |
| The May Voyage | Mariners we | |
| Fair Mistress, to my lasting Sorrow | Fair Mistress, to my lasting sorrow, | |
| Music for the Middle-Aged | Come under the Punkah, Maud, | |
| A Weed, One Weed, and Only One Had I | A Weed, One Weed, and Only One Had I | |
| Epigraph to Echoes by Two Writers | THE DUKE. A new song, sirrah? | |
| To Mrs Tavenor Perry | Who is the Public I write for ? | |
| To Edith Macdonald | Though the ‘Englishman’ deride it | |
| To Flo Garrard | I wrote you verses two years syne | |
| To Evelyn Welford | The memory of a maiden’s sympathy | |
| To the Ladies of Warwick Gardens | To our first critics send we these | |
| To Margaret Burne-Jones | The Wop of Asia—that lordly Beast— | |
| To the Common-room | Placetne Domini—in far Lahore— | |
| To A.M. | Between the gum-pot and the shears | |
| Lord Ripon’s Reverie | I shall leave it in a little—leave it ere my term has run. | |
| The Story of Tommy | This is the story of Tommy, aged twenty and drunk in his cot; | |
| The Descent of the Punkah | Yes, lay the jharun coats aside | |
| Laid Low | He wandered by the L-wr-nce H-ll | |
| Over the Khud | That’s where he fell | |
| 1885 | ||
| Dekho! Look Here! | Dekho! Look Here! | |
| On a Recent Memorial | Verbum Sap.—Oh wise Bengalis, it is very sad to find | |
| L-d D-ff-r-n’s Clôture | Oh, drop your notes, the Viceroy said | |
| As One Who Throws Earth’s Gold Away in Scorn | As One Who Throws Earth’s Gold Away in Scorn | |
| After the Fever, or Natural Theology in a Doolie | Let us begin, and carry up this corpse | |
| The Vision of Hamid Ali | This came to him by night—theganja burnt | |
| The Tale of Two Suits | There are the ballads, tender and meek | |
| A Tale of Yesterday’s Ten Thousand Years | Oh! Come along ye tuneful ‘spins’, Melpomene & Co., | |
| A Lost Leader | George Samuel, Marquis of Ripon, is sadly in need of a chit | |
| Revenge – A Ballad of the Fleeter | Two lovers to one maid. Aye! It was so | |
| An Indignant Protest | The journalists of Southern Ind | |
| The Legend of the Pill | One final—Oh my Muse, Mendacity! | |
| Trial by Judge | I am convinced my merits rare | |
| The Indian Delegates | Delegates we from over the sea | |
| Exchange | I am a man of culture small | |
| At the Distance | Can she stay ? Here’s the chestnut behind us— | |
| A Tragedy of Teeth | Lucrecia Semparee Riddens McWhone | |
| 1886 | ||
| The Compliments of the Season | He came in the winter midnight— | |
| The Quid Pro Quo | He was aware—Oh great and good | |
| A Missing Word | The bold buccaneer who had scuttled too soon | |
| Parturiunt Montes | We are going to retrench! | |
| Fair Play | The jharan-coated subalterns | |
| A Parallel | A has a wife who loves him much | |
| Distress in the Himalayas | There’s wailing on the Camel’s Back | |
| Stationary | Required, a hint for a summer’s excursion | |
| Of Birthdays | For us Life’s wheel runs backward. Other nests | |
| Cupid’s Department | Perched above the Simla Ridge, as the clocks were warning ten | |
| King Solomon’s Horses | The black Egyptian coursers of the sands | |
| A Logical Extension | A horse? My charger’s back is galled | |
| The Song of the Dancer | What, eternal condemnation for each innocent gyration | |
| Further Information | And don’t they really kiss you? No! | |
| On a Recent Appointment | Oh, know ye not the rocket’s flight | |
| At the Bar | Help for a Councillor distressed—a spotless spirit hurt | |
| The Vindication of Grant Duff | The man who digs himself a tomb | |
| Ichabod | Get a nervous lady’s pony—get the oldest you can find— | |
| Two Limericks on the Madras Scandals | There was an old man in a doolie | |
| Alnaschar | So runs the telegram, Prepare | |
| A Nightmare of Names | It was a wearied journalist who sough his little bed | |
| The Faithful Soul | In the nethermost silo of Sheol, where lawyers and editors fry | |
| With a Fan to the Mother | This is a fan for my mother | |
| With a Study Chair to the Pater | Tell me where is Fancie bred | |
| Ye Printer’s Devil, verie wyse | Ye Printer’s Devil, verie wyse | |
| 1887 | ||
| New Year Resolutions | I am resolved—throughout the year | |
| Personal Responsibilities | Nay, not ‘mechanical’ my Lord— | |
| By Honours | I dare not take my walks abroad, my friends I dare not see | |
| The Love that Died | Look! It was no fault of mine. Read a story plainly writ | |
| A Budget Estimate | Don’t knight him yet! He read it through | |
| Diana of Ephesus | Ephesus stands—you may find it still— | |
| In the case of Rukhmibhaio | Gentlemen reformers, with an English Education— | |
| In the Matter of a Prologue | For past performances methinks ’twere fit | |
| Quantities of ’em | Oh! Do you know the Muses nine | |
| Taking a Hint | Come let us slate the magistrate | |
| A Prologue | So please you, gentlefolk, a drama slight | |
| Concerning a Jawab | By all the mighty oaths that love can frame | |
| The Witching of Teddy O’Neal | Teddy O’Neal went up the hill | |
| Itu and his God | Itu, who led the Oash Gul to war | |
| 1888 | ||
| The Night of Power | In the Beginning, when the earth was new | |
| Struck Ile | W—stl—nd the bank-note man | |
| Between the gum pot and the shears | Between the gum pot and the shears | |
| The Vanishing Figure | Helen Mountfaucon, née Snape | |
| The ‘Kingdom’ of Bombay | Who are they that bluff and blow among the mud-banks of their harbour ? | |
| Bombaystes Furioso | Oh! What will your Majesty please to wear— | |
| Liberavi Animam Meam | My name is Tommy Dodd | |
| New Songs and Old | The cuc–cus–tattie’s soothin’ | |
| To the Address of W.W.H | Oh Hunter, and Oh blower of the horn | |
| The Letter of Halim the Potter | Halim the Potter, from the rainy hills— | |
| Virginibus Puerisque | Who shall restore us the leaves | |
| A Job Lot | They really were most merciful | |
| Hans Breitmann as an Administrator | Hans Breitmann vent to India— | |
| The Supplication of Kerr Cross, Missionary | Father of Mercy, who has made | |
| The Way Av Ut | I met wid ould Mulvaney an’ he tuk me by the hand | |
| To Save Trouble | True Patriots, let us now begin | |
| A Song of Addresses | We represent the Ward of Bow Bazar! | |
| To These People | Peace upon Earth to people of good will | |
| The Ballad of Ahmed Shah | This is the Ballad of Ahmed Shah | |
| Imperious Wool-booted Sage | Imperious Wool-booted Sage | |
| The Law of Libel | To the state of Kot-Kumharsen where the wild dacoits abound | |
| 1889—to March 3rd, leaving India | ||
| The Question of Givens | Sir, with the scalpel and delicate knives | |
| I thank you, Mrs Colvin | I thank you, Mrs Colvin | |
| Inscription in Copy of In Black and White presented to Mrs Hill | To Mrs ”ll at Belvidere | |
| Inscription in Copy of Wee Willie Winkie presented to Mrs Hill | I cannot write, I cannot think | |
| The Irish Conspiracy | I went to ould Mulvaney wid the Friday’s Pioneer | |
| A Ballade of Photographs | Behold, O Fortune-favoured one | |
| Verses on the Charleville Hotel, Mussoorie | A burning sun in cloudless skies | |
| 1889—after March 3rd, on the journey home | ||
| The Owl | Men said, but here I know they lied | |
| Verses on fruit plates | Children of ye Garden We | |
| Caroline Taylor | Caroline Taylor for conscience said | |
| A Ballade of Indian Tea | I wander East, I wander West | |
| In the City of Berlin | There were passengers thirty and three | |
| Verses from letter to Andrew Lang | I reside at Table Mountain and my name is Truthful James | |
| Verse Fragments and Limericks | She wandered round the blessed world | |
| There once were four people at Euchre | There once were four people at Euchre | |
| Verse letter to Sidney Low | There is gold in the News they call Daily | |