| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: A Meditation | How often in the years that close, | | 60 | 156 |
| 2: A Requiem | When, after storms that woodlands rue, | | 27 | 156 |
| 3: A Utilitarian View Of The Monitor's Fight | Plain be the phrase, yet apt the verse, | | 30 | 150 |
| 4: America | Where the wings of a sunny Dome expand | | 49 | 159 |
| 5: An Uninscribed Monument | Silence and solitude may hint | | 15 | 182 |
| 6: Art | In placid hours well-pleased we dream | | 11 | 145 |
| 7: Aurora Borealis | What power disbands the Northern Lights | 1865 | 22 | 148 |
| 8: Ball's Bluff | One noonday, at my window in the town, | 1861 | 22 | 151 |
| 9: Bridegroom Dick | Sunning ourselves in October on a day | 1876 | 440 | 127 |
| 10: Chattanooga | A kindling impulse seized the host | 1863 | 62 | 118 |
| 11: Commemorative Of A Naval Victory | Sailors there are of the gentlest breed, | | 27 | 107 |
| 12: Crossing The Tropics | While now the Pole Star sinks from sight | | 21 | 117 |
| 13: Dirge | We drop our dead in the sea, | | 16 | 122 |
| 14: Dirge | Stay, Death, Not mine the Christus-wand | | 18 | 123 |
| 15: Epilogue | Unmoved by all the claims our times avow, | | 32 | 111 |
| 16: Far Off-Shore | Look, the raft, a signal flying, | | 8 | 121 |
| 17: Formerly A Slave | The sufferance of her race is shown, | | 12 | 131 |
| 18: From The Conflict Of Convictions | The Ancient of Days forever is young, | 1861 | 24 | 111 |
| 19: Gold | We rovers bold, | | 49 | 137 |
| 20: Herba Santa | After long wars when comes release | | 52 | 121 |
| 21: In The Prison Pen | Listless he eyes the palisades | 1864 | 20 | 134 |
| 22: Inscription | Let none misgive we died amiss | | 11 | 124 |
| 23: Invocation | Ha, ha, gods and kings; fill high, one and all; | | 20 | 143 |
| 24: Jack Roy | Kept up by relays of generations young | | 31 | 125 |
| 25: John Marr And Other Sailors | Since as in night's deck-watch ye show, | | 62 | 113 |
| 26: L'Envoi | My towers at last! These rovings end, | | 12 | 125 |
| 27: Lines Traced Under An Image Of Amor Threatening | Fear me, virgin whosoever | | 6 | 121 |
| 28: Lone Founts | Though fast youth's glorious fable flies, | | 9 | 111 |
| 29: Malvern Hill | Ye elms that wave on Malvern Hill | 1862 | 35 | 125 |
| 30: Marlena | Far off in the sea is Marlena, | | 23 | 145 |
| 31: Monody | To have known him, to have loved him | | 12 | 109 |
| 32: Off Cape Colonna | Aloof they crown the foreland lone, | | 10 | 123 |
| 33: Old Counsel | Come out of the Golden Gate, | | 5 | 107 |
| 34: On The Grave Of A Young Cavalry Officer Killed In The Valley Of Virginia | Beauty and youth, with manners sweet, and friends | | 5 | 116 |
| 35: On The Photograph Of A Corps Commander | Ay, man is manly. Here you see | | 24 | 117 |
| 36: On The Slain At Chickamauga | Happy are they and charmed in life | | 15 | 125 |
| 37: On The Slain Collegians | Youth is the time when hearts are large, | | 60 | 106 |
| 38: Pebbles | Though the Clerk of the Weather insist, | | 33 | 114 |
| 39: Pipe Song | Care is all stuff: | | 15 | 135 |
| 40: Rebel Color-Bearers At Shiloh | The color-bearers facing death | | 35 | 148 |
| 41: Shelley's Vision | Wandering late by morning seas | | 11 | 121 |
| 42: Sheridan At Cedar Creek | Shoe the steed with silver | 1864 | 40 | 112 |
| 43: Song Of Yoomy | Departed the pride, and the glory of Mardi: | | 16 | 120 |
| 44: Stonewall Jackson | The Man who fiercest charged in fight, | 1863 | 18 | 140 |
| 45: The Aeolian Harp | List the harp in window wailing | | 48 | 129 |
| 46: The Age Of The Antonines | While faith forecasts millennial years | | 30 | 103 |
| 47: The Apparition | Abrupt the supernatural Cross, | | 12 | 191 |
| 48: The Bench Of Boors | In bed I muse on Tenier's boors, | | 18 | 121 |
| 49: The Berg | I SAW a ship of martial build | | 37 | 100 |
| 50: The College Colonel | He rides at their head; | | 31 | 126 |
| 51: The Enthusiast | Shall hearts that beat no base retreat | | 24 | 103 |
| 52: The Enviable Isles | Through storms you reach them and from storms are free. | | 14 | 119 |
| 53: The Figure-Head | The Charles-and-Emma seaward sped, | | 15 | 117 |
| 54: The Fortitude Of The North | They take no shame for dark defeat | | 9 | 118 |
| 55: The Good Craft Snow Bird | Strenuous need that head-wind be | | 24 | 112 |
| 56: The Haglets | By chapel bare, with walls sea-beat | | 250 | 94 |
| 57: The House-Top | No sleep. The sultriness pervades the air | 1863 | 27 | 106 |
| 58: The Land Of Love | Hail! voyagers, hail! | | 25 | 132 |
| 59: The Maldive Shark | About the Shark, phlegmatical one, | | 12 | 117 |
| 60: The Man-Of-War Hawk | Yon black man-of-war-hawk that wheels in the light | | 5 | 106 |
| 61: The March Into Virginia | Did all the lets and bars appear | 1861 | 36 | 130 |
| 62: The Marchioness Of Brinvilliers | He toned the sprightly beam of morning | | 8 | 118 |
| 63: The Martyr | Goon Friday was the day | 1865 | 34 | 109 |
| 64: The Mound By The Lake | The grass shall never forget this grave. | | 11 | 121 |
| 65: The New Zealot To The Sun | Persian, you rise | | 36 | 106 |
| 66: The Night March | With banners furled and clarions mute, | | 12 | 108 |
| 67: The Portent | Hanging from the beam, | 1859 | 14 | 110 |
| 68: The Ravaged Villa | In shards the sylvan vases lie, | | 8 | 92 |
| 69: The Released Rebel Prisoner | Armies he's seen--the herds of war, | 1865 | 40 | 129 |
| 70: The Stone Fleet | I have a feeling for those ships, | 1861 | 36 | 188 |
| 71: The Swamp Angel | There is a coal-black Angel | | 47 | 120 |
| 72: The Temeraire | The gloomy hulls in armor grim, | | 63 | 110 |
| 73: The Tuft Of Kelp | All dripping in tangles green, | | 4 | 109 |
| 74: To Ned | Where is the world we roved, Ned Bunn? | | 40 | 130 |
| 75: To The Master Of The Meteor | Lonesome on earth's loneliest deep, | | 9 | 112 |
| 76: Tom Deadlight | Farewell and adieu to you noble hearties, | | 28 | 106 |
| 77: We Fish | We fish, we fish, we merrily swim, | | 26 | 133 |
