A Shropshire Lad (1896)

        I. 1887
        II (Loveliest of trees, the cherry now)
        III. The Recruit
        IV. Reveille
        V (Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers)
        VI (When the lad for longing sighs)
        VII (When smoke stood up from Ludlow)
        VIII (Farewell to barn and stack and tree)
        IX (On moonlit heath and lonesome bank)
        X. March
        XI (On your midnight pallet lying)
        XII (When I watch the living meet)
        XIII (When I was one-and-twenty)
        XIV (There pass the careless people)
        XV (Look not in my eyes, for fear)
        XVI (It nods and curtseys and recovers)
        XVII (Twice a week the winter thorough)
        XVIII (Oh, when I was in love with you)
        XIX. To an Athlete Dying Young
        XX (Oh fair enough are sky and plain)
        XXI. Bredon Hill
        XXII (The street sounds to the soldiers' tread)
        XXIII (The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair)
        XXIV (Say, lad, have you things to do?)
        XXV (This time of year a twelvemonth past)
        XXVI (Along the field as we came by)
        XXVII (Is my team ploughing)
        XXVIII. The Welsh Marches
        XXIX. The Lent Lily
        XXX (Others, I am not the first)
        XXXI (On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble)
        XXXII (From far, from eve and morning)
        XXXIII (If truth in hearts that perish)
        XXXIV. The New Mistress
        XXXV (On the idle hill of summer)
        XXXVI (White in the moon the long road lies)
        XXXVII (As through the wild green hills of Wyre)
        XXXVIII (The winds out of the west land blow)
        XXXIX (Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town)
        XL (Into my heart an air that kills)
        XLI (In my own shire, if I was sad)
        XLII. The Merry Guide
        XLIII. The Immortal Part
        XLIV (Shot? so quick, so clean an ending?)
        XLV (If it chance your eye offend you)
        XLVI (Bring, in this timeless grave to throw)
        XLVII. The Carpenter's Son
        XLVIII (Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle)
        XLVIX (Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly)
        L (In valleys of springs of rivers)
        LI (Loitering with a vacant eye)
        LII (Far in a western brookland)
        LIII. The True Lover
        LIV (With rue my heart is laden)
        LV (Westward on the high-hilled plains)
        LVI. The Day of Battle
        LVII (You smile upon your friend to-day)
        LVIII (When I came last to Ludlow)
        LIX. The Isle of Portland
        LX (Now hollow fires burn out to black)
        LXI. Hughley Steeple
        LXII (Terence, this is stupid stuff)
        LXIII (I hoed and trenched and weeded)