| 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 | |