| Title/From | Begins | Poet |
| The Faerie Queene | Then came October full of merry glee | Edmund Spenser |
| Antony and Cleopatra | Come, thou monarch of the vine, | William Shakespeare |
| 17th Century Round | Hey nonny, no! Men are fools that wish to die! | Anonymous |
| John Barleycorn | Willie brew’d a peck o’ malt, | Robert Burns |
| The Listeners | ‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller | Walter de la Mare |
| The Serf | His naked skin clothed in the torrid mist | Roy Campbell |
| The Autumn of Love | That time of year thou mayst in me behold | William Shakespeare |
| Ode to the West Wind | O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being, | Percy Bysshe Shelley |
