| 'Two roads diverged in a yellow wood' | Robert Frost |
| 'O my luve is like the melodie/That's sweetly play'd in tune.' | |
| 'And still more, later flowers for the bees/ Until they think warm days will never cease' | |
| 'He holds him with his glittering eye --/The Wedding-Guest stood still,/And listens like a three years' child:/The Mariner hath his will.' | |
| 'Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church,/By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,/To the belfry chamber overhead,' | |
| 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings/Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' | |
| 'Come with the starry beams, my love/...And press mine eyelids with thy kiss' | |
| 'The children were nestled all snug in their beds,/while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.' | |
| 'For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast/ And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed' | |
| 'When all at once I saw a crowd,/A host of golden daffodils;/Beside the lake, beneath the trees,/Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.' | |
| '...In the forests of the night;/What immortal hand or eye/Could frame thy fearful symmetry?/In what distant deeps or skies./Burnt the fire of thine eyes?' | |