| Quote | Poem Name | Author Initials |
| 'The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep.' | |
| 'We are the Dead. Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, ...' | |
| 'And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;' | |
| 'Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!' | |
| 'The ship had weather'd every reach, the prize we sought is won;' | |
| 'Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone.' | |
| 'The tide is full, the moon lies fair upon the straits; on the French coast the light gleams and is gone;' | |
| 'In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud.' | |
| 'Thou still unravished bride of quietness, thou foster child of Silence and slow Time,' | |
| 'The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there' | |
| 'In what distant deeps or skies burnt the fire of thine eyes?' | |
| 'O, let my land be a land where Liberty is crowned with no false patriotic wreath' | |
| 'All in the valley of Death rode the six hundred.' | |
| 'And distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December' | |
| 'The little toy soldier is covered with rust, and his musket molds in his hands.' | |
| 'f you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;' | |
| 'By the shores of Gitche Gumee, by the shining Big-Sea-Water, ...' | |
| 'He was my North, my South, my East and West, my working week and my Sunday rest' | |
| 'Adieu, adieu! my native shore fades o'er the waters blue;' | |
| 'The very houses seem asleep; and all that mighty heart is lying still!' | |