Title/From | Begins | Poet | |
The Faerie Queene | Then came hot July, boiling like to fire | Edmund Spenser | |
The Lion | Strange spirit with inky hair, | W J Turner | |
Mowing | There was never a sound beside the wood but one, | Robert Frost | |
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner |
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, | Samuel Taylor Coleridge | |
Snake | A snake came to my water-trough | D H Lawrence | |
The Seasons: Summer | Oft in this season too the horse, provok’d, | James Thompson | |
The Zebras | From the dark woods that breathe of fallen showers, | Roy Campbell | |
Ozymandias | I met a traveller from an antique land | Percy Bysshe Shelley | |