| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| A Prologue | While to the clarion blown by Marlowe’s breath | | 34 | 982 |
| An Epitaph | By ceaseless waves, that break and waste, | | 4 | 908 |
| ANZAC | Within my heart I hear the cry | | 22 | 725 |
| Beauty And Hate | I have sought and followed you, drunk with your sacred wine; | | 14 | 797 |
| Belgium | The Blatant Beast saw meadows, made for peace, | | 14 | 689 |
| Buffalo Creek | A timid child with heart oppressed | | 24 | 975 |
| David | Eternal cold of silence, where each sound | | 14 | 982 |
| Death | He, born of my girlhood, is dead, while my life is yet young in my heart | | 20 | 745 |
| Dedication | Grant me a moment of peace, Let me but open mine eyes, | | 63 | 747 |
| Disillusion | When fires have burnt your forest bare and black, | | 14 | 983 |
| Erskine | A singing voice is in my dream | | 28 | 952 |
| For Valour | Hail to you, comrades, who have won, | | 28 | 683 |
| Hesper | Not till the sun, that brings to birth | | 20 | 746 |
| Home | Where shall we dwell?” say you. Wandering winds reply: | | 12 | 604 |
| Hymn To The God Of War | From every quarter we, Who bent the trembling knee | | 54 | 564 |
| In A Tram | One of the twain was long and dusty grey, | | 14 | 946 |
| July | Twas Jack-o’-Winter hailed it first, | | 12 | 597 |
| Kretschmann | Love may trace his echoing footsteps, yet we never more shall meet | | 20 | 911 |
| Lali | While the summer day is hot | | 28 | 1022 |
| Light Loss | Our loss was light,” the paper said, | | 5 | 720 |
| Love Is Blind | And can you tell me Love is blind | | 24 | 982 |
| Marlowe | The spell of Shakespeare fills the heart | | 4 | 944 |
| Maxims | The heart is hard that cannot feel | | 12 | 1003 |
| Merlin | O Merlin, how the magic from your eyes | | 14 | 1051 |
| Microcosmography | He looks beyond the veils of night and day; | | 14 | 983 |
| Middle Harbour | Lonely wonder, delight past hoping! | | 48 | 950 |
| Rebel Hearts | An outcry in the bush below, | | 28 | 972 |
| Rod Quinn | How many years, how many years have fled, | | 14 | 906 |
| Sonnets Of Old Egypt | The spires of sand spring up at every gust | | 68 | 947 |
| Spring | Spring, and the wispy clouds that fade away | | 14 | 912 |
| Swags Up! | Swags up! and yet I turn upon the way. | | 14 | 728 |
| The Bold Buccaneer | One very rough day on the Pride of the Fray | | 24 | 947 |
| The Carillon | Alone I sit in the dusk and see | | 24 | 737 |
| The Chain Gang | Borne in the car along a crowded way, | | 14 | 928 |
| The Child Impaled | Beside the path, on either hand, | | 20 | 951 |
| The Clay | When I cast my slough of clay | | 14 | 733 |
| The Dead | Hail and farewell to those who fought and died, | | 14 | 558 |
| The Dirge | Out of the pregnant darkness, where from fire | 1918 | 39 | 564 |
| The Domain | The bulging cloud mounts lazily | | 52 | 962 |
| The Explorer | Dearest, when I left your side, | | 46 | 727 |
| The Faun | When I was but a little boy Who hunted in the wood | | 75 | 954 |
| The Fugitive | His shatter’d Empire thunders to the ground: | | 14 | 546 |
| The Grey Tide | The cold green rocks and lapping waves | | 24 | 929 |
| The Guest House | What imps are these that come with scowl and leer? | | 14 | 918 |
| The Liner | The foamy waves are swishing As patiently we thud, | | 24 | 947 |
| The Nepean | Far down the reach a creeping mist | | 28 | 945 |
| The Patriot | The patriot from his walls of brass | | 34 | 534 |
| The Peace Of God | The seeking souls, by baleful fires made blind, | | 14 | 541 |
| The Power Of Hell | There is no place,” he said, “For love or pity here; | | 8 | 559 |
| The Robe Of Grass | Here lies the woven garb he wore | | 24 | 728 |
