| Title/From | Begins | Poet |
| Calendar of Nature – April | Next came fresh April, full of lustyhed, | Edmund Spenser |
| April | April, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter | William Watson |
| Canterbury Tales | Whan that April with his shoures soote | Geoffrey Chaucer |
| Tewkesbury Road | It’s good to be out on the road, | John Masefield |
| Sea Fever | I must go down to the seas again | John Masefield |
| Reynard the Fox | Two bright young women, nothing meek | John Masefield |
| An Old Ballad | O laith, laith were our gude Scots lords | Anonymous |
| Loch Achray | Then a fierce squall struck the “Loch Achray”, | John Masefield |
| The Convergence of the Twain | In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, | Thomas Hardy |
| Home Thoughts from Abroad | Oh, to be in England Now that April’s there | Robert Browning |