| Title/From | Begins | Poet |
| Faerie Queene | First sturdy March, with brows full sternly bent | Edmund Spenser |
| Daffodils | I wandered lonely as a cloud | William Wordsworth |
| Written in March | The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, | William Wordsworth |
| To My Sister | It is the first mild day of March | William Wordsworth |
| Lines Written in Early Spring | I heard a thousand blended notes, | William Wordsworth |
| The Tables Turned | Up! up my friend, and quit your books | William Wordsworth |
| Stormy Day | O look how the loops and balloons of bloom | W R Rodgers |
| When I set out for Lyonesse | When I set out for Lyonesse | Thomas Hardy |
| Beeny Cliff | O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering | Thomas Hardy |
| Weathers | This is the weather the cuckoo likes | Thomas Hardy |