Poems by First Line
- O, ENTER not yon shadowy cave, - Felicia Hemans
- O, fair old house—how Time doth honour thee - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
- O, Falmouth is a fine town with ships in the bay - William Ernest Henley
- O, FROM Box Hill and Leith Hill the prospects are fair, - William Cox Bennett
- O, HAVE you been in Guldbrands-Dale, where Laagen’s mighty flood - Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen
- O, IT is a joy to gaze Where the great logs lie ablaze; - Thomas Buchanan Read
- O, IT is a pleasure rare - Thomas Buchanan Read
- O, MANY a river song has sung and dearer made the names - William Cox Bennett
- O, once the harp of Innisfail - Thomas Campbell
- O, recall not not the past, though this valley be fill'd - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
- O, SWEET it was, when, from that bleak abode - Bayard Taylor
- O, THERE were sisters, sisters seven, - Thomas Osborne Davis
- O, to be in England - Robert Browning
- O, weep for Moucontour! 0, weep for the hour - Thomas Babington Macaulay
- OAK that grew on battle mound, - Taliesin Williams
- OAK, born on these heights, theatre of carnage, where blood has rolled in streams: - Anonymous
- Observed from Cnoc na Péiste - John Anthony Fingleton
- occupe mes pensées - Anthony James Leahy
- October's flaming banners, of purple and of gold, - Isaac McLellan
- Oeta, by flames at midnight glorified, - Andre Chenier
Poems about Places
Poems about Places