Poems by First Line

• Much tolerance and genial strength of mind - John Davidson
• Much wine had passed, with grave discourse - John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester
• Mumbai has an excellent beauty and glory of its own, - Mazid S Kazi
• Murmuring by miriads in the shimmering trees. - Wilfred Owen
• Music of the star-shine shimmering o'er the sea - Alfred Noyes
• MUSING on thoughts like these, did Madoc roam - Robert Southey
• Must I still live in Timbuctoo - Richard Hengist Horne
• My ardours for emprize nigh lost - Thomas Hardy
• My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled - Gerard Manley Hopkins
• MY blood flows fresh, my soul finds food, - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
• My books are on their shelves again - Eugene Field
• My city's fit and noble name resumed - Walt Whitman
• My City, my beloved, my white! Ah, slender - Ezra Pound
• My country! In thy days of glory past - Henry Louis Vivian Derozio
• My country, tis of thee - Samuel Francis Smith
• MY courser, come, the Cossack’s noble friend! - Pierre Jean de Beranger
• My cousin Vernon! welcome, by my soul. - William Shakespeare
• My Daidu, straight and wonderfully made of various jewels of different kinds - Toghon Temur
• My dead daughter's daughter, my own Gretchen Gray - Hezekiah Butterworth
• My eye, descending from the Hill, surveys - John Denham

Poems about Places