Selected Works
- 1912 (1912) – Vegetation in western China : a series of 500 photographs with index
- 1913 (1913) – Naturalist in western China, with vasculum, camera, and gun; being some account of eleven years' travel, exploration, and observation in the more remote parts of the Flowery Kingdom
- 1916 (1916) – Conifers and taxads of Japan
- 1916 (1916) – History and botanical relationships of the modern rose, compiled by Ernest H. Wilson and Fred A. Wilson
- 1917 (1917) – Plantae Wilsonianae; an enumeration of the woody plants collected in western China for the Arnold arboretum of Harvard university during the years 1907, 1908, and 1910, by E. H. Wilson, ed. by Charles Sprague Sargent
- 1917 (1917) – Aristocrats of the garden
- 1920 (1920) – Romance of our trees
- 1921 (1921) – Monograph of azaleas : Rhododendron subgenus Anthodendron, by Ernest Henry Wilson and Alfred Rehder
- 1925 (1925) – America's greatest garden; the Arnold Arboretum
- 1925 (1925) – Lilies of eastern Asia; a monograph
- 1927 (1927) – Plant hunting
- 1928 (1928) – More aristocrats of the garden
- 1929 (1929) – China, mother of gardens
- 1930 (1930) – Aristocrats of the trees
- 1931 (1931) – If I Were to Make a Garden
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