- Bredon Hill
- Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries
- Farewell to barn and stack and tree
- From far, from eve and morning
- Hughley Steeple
- If it chance your eye offend you
- If truth in hearts that perish
- In my own shire, if I was sad
- Into my heart an air that kills
- Is my team ploughing? by George Butterworth
- Is My Team Ploughing
- Loitering with a vacant eye
- Loveliest of Trees
- Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
- "My Dreams Are of A Field Afar"
- Oh fair enough are sky and plain
- Oh Who Is That Young Sinner
- On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
- On the idle hill of summer
- On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble