| First line(s) | Poet | Name of the Poem |
| Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. | |
| God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle-line | |
| The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair upon the straits | |
| Two roads diverged in a yellow wood | |
| When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide | |
| I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume | |
| Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. | |
| In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree | |
| I met a traveller from an antique land, who said: 'Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert . . . ' | |
| You do not do, you do not do any more, black shoe in which I have lived like a foot | |
| Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe | |
| How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. | |
| I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox | |
| Oh! young Lochinvar is come out of the West | |
| Because I could not stop for Death - He kindly stopped for me – | |
| On either side the river lie, long fields of barley and of rye, that clothe the wold and meet the sky | |
| I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. | |
| 'I cannot go to school today,' said little Peggy Ann McKay. | |
| It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea... | |
| She walks in beauty, like the night , like the night, of cloudless climes and starry skies | |
| ''Will you walk into my parlour?' said the Spider to the Fly. | |
| In Flanders fields the poppies blow, between the crosses, row on row | |
| I wandered lonely as a cloud, that floats on high o'er vales and hills | |
| Tyger! Tyger! burning bright. In the forests of the night. | |
| Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there, I do not sleep. | |