- In Memory Of Edward Wilson, Who Repented Of What Was In His Mind To Write After Section
- Valentine By A Telegraph Clerk
- Professor Tait, Loquitur
- Horace, Seventh Epode
- Cats Cradle Song, By A Babe In Knots
- Why, When Our Sun Shines Clearest
- I'Ve Heard The Rushing
- Song Of The Edinburgh Academician
- Song Of The Cub
- Will You Come Along With Me?
- To The Committee Of The Cayley Portrait Fund
- To K.M.D.
- Ninth Ode Of The Third Book Of Horace
- Reflex Musings: Reflections From Various Surfaces
- To The Air Of Lorelei
- Molecular Evolution
- Seventh Ode Of The Fourth Book Of Horace
- Specimen Of Translation From The Ajax Of Sophocles
- An Onset
- Reply To The Above, By F.W.F.
- To My Wife
- To The Additional Examiner For 1875
- To Hermann Stoffkraft, Ph.D., The Hero Of A Recent Work Called Paradoxical Philosophy
- Tune, Il Segreto Per Esser Felice
- Torto Volitans Sub Verbere Turbo Quem Pueri Magno In Gyro Vacua Atria Circum Intenti Ludo Exercent
- Valedictory Address To The D--N
- Answer To Tait
- Report On Tait's Lecture On Force
- The Vampyre
- The Death Of Sir James, Lord Of Douglas
- To The Chief Musician Upon Nabla: A Tyndallic Ode
- On St. David's Day
- School Rhymes
- Lectures To Women On Physical Science
- A Student's Evening Hymn
- A Problem In Dynamics
- British Association, Notes Of The President's Address
- Numa Pompilius
- To F.W.F.
- Lines Written Under The Conviction That It Is Not Wise To Read Mathematics In November After One’s Fire Is Out
- Recollections Of A Dreamland
- Nathalocus
- A Vision Of A Wrangler, Of A University, Of Pedantry, And Of Philosophy