| Title/From | Begins | Poet |
| Ode to Autumn | Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness | John Keats |
| King Henry V | For so work the honey bees | William Shakespeare |
| The Lake-Isle of Innisfree | I will arise and go now | W. B. Yeats |
| Scotland Small? | Scotland small? Our multiform, | Hugh Macdiarmid |
| Fairie Queene | Next him September marched, eek on | Edmund Spenser |
| The Hock Cart | Come, sons of Summer, by whose toil, | Robert Herrick |
| Bat | At evening, sitting on this terrace, | D. H. Lawrence |
| Tarentella | Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? | Hilaire Belloc |