For the milkmaid, the plowman, the mower and the shepherd, from The Norton Anthology of English Literature, Fourth Edition, Volume 1.

from L’Allegro / by John Milton

Such sights as youthful poets dream
On summer eves by haunted stream.
Then to the well-trod stage anon.
If Jonson’s learned sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakespeare, fancy’s child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.

For honoring whatever you believe in, from a poet who believes in God, for Thanksgiving, from poetryfoundation.org.

from A Thanksgiving to God, for his House / by Robert Herrick (1591–1674)

For a favorite poem of late autumn, from late summer, and from The Norton Introduction to Literature, Ninth Edition, edited by Alison Booth, J. Paul Hunter, and Kelly J. Mays.

from [That time of year thou mayst in me behold] / by William Shakespeare, 1609

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

PIA: from July 29, 2014. For slow-lier and slow-lier sailing through summer.

Instead of the poem about his coy mistress, here’s one from The Norton Anthology of Poetry, 4th edition, edited by Ferguson, Salter, and Stallworthy (1970). More on Marvell here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/andrew-marvell

from Bermudas / by Andrew Marvell (1621–1678)

From a small boat that rowed along,
The listening winds received this song:

For Day 15, feeling Miltonic. From Paradise Lost.

from Paradise Lost: Book 1 / by John Milton

For the tenth muse and the eleventh, from The Tempest (1610-1611).

from The Tempest / by William Shakespeare

PROSPERO
…Dearest Ariel,
I’ll set thee free for this.