The white lady: a poem (on a legend of Blessington, Co. Wicklow) beginning "Lady with the pale white brow".

Míreanna comhchosúla

• Night: a poem beginning "'Tis night - but not the night that hangs"
  de réir: Warbeck
  Foilsithe / Cruthaithe: (1838)
• To my wife: a poem beginning "Soul of my dreams, I gaze on thee"
  de réir: Warbeck
  Foilsithe / Cruthaithe: (1838)
• Despair: a poem beginning "Why slumber now, ye billows? why so still".
  de réir: Warbeck
  Foilsithe / Cruthaithe: (1838)
• To my son: a poem beginning "Oh! welcome to this glowing breast, my first, my darling boy -"
  de réir: Warbeck
  Foilsithe / Cruthaithe: (1838)
• Hours of solitude; a number of poems beginning with The vision, of which the first line is "There is a form, though all unknown, that haunts me through the day."
  de réir: Warbeck
  Foilsithe / Cruthaithe: (1838)