“I wandered lonely as a cloud” - William Wordsworth, “Daffodils”

“She walks in beauty, like the night” - Lord Byron, “She Walks in Beauty”

“The world is too much with us; late and soon” - William Wordsworth, “The World Is Too Much with Us”

“Oh, my luve’s like a red, red rose” - Robert Burns, “A Red, Red Rose”

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways” - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, “Sonnet 43”

“The sun descending in the west” - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, “Frost at Midnight”

“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons” - T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

“The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees” - Robert Louis Stevenson, “The Wind”

“She dwelt among the untrodden ways” - William Wordsworth, “Three Years She Grew”

“Darkness settles on roofs and walls” - D.H. Lawrence, “The Enkindled Spring”