Poems by First Line

• I stood within the City disinterred - Percy Bysshe Shelley
• I sweat but that's not why - Hannah Loeb
• I think not, when I gaze upon thy bay, - John Bruce Norton
• I think of hoary old Stamboul - Robert Service
• I think of Monte Carlo, where - Robert Service
• I think of vast Niagara - Robert Service
• I think that when the Master Jeweler tells - Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
• I think the pigeons are friendly, - Aldo Kraas
• I thought 'twas a toy of the fancy, a dream - William Lisle Bowles
• I thought of life, the outer and the inner - Thomas Edward Brown
• I thought of the road through the glen - Madison Cawein
• I took away three pictures - Carl Sandburg
• I traced the Circus whose gray stones incline - Thomas Hardy
• I tramp the streets of the city of York - Marilyn Shepperson
• I trust that somewhere and somehow - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
• I waited at La Quenille, ten miles or more - Arthur Hugh Clough
• I WAITED for the train unto Versailles - Dante Gabriel Rossetti
• I waited today for a freight train to pass - Carl Sandburg
• I walk alone on this mysterious night - Hezekiah Butterworth
• I walk along the beach, looking in the sand for traces of somebody I used to be. - Ian Scott Massie

Poems about Places