| Title/From | Begins | Poet |
| Parlement of Foules | Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe | Geoffrey Chaucer |
| Epithalamium | Hail Bishop Valentine! whose day this is; | John Donne |
| The Faerie Queen | And lastly came cold February, | Edmund Spenser |
| Still falls the rain | Still falls the rain – | Edith Sitwell |
| A Sight In Camp | A sight in camp in the daybreak | Walt Whitman |
| Does It Matter? | Does it matter, – losing your legs?… | Siegfried Sassoon |
| 1914 Sonnets | If I should die, think only this of me: | Rupert Brooke |
| The Manor Farm | The rock-like mud unfroze a little | Edward Thomas |