Poems by First Line

• Only you would venture - David J McDonagh
• Onward to Ombi,—there to note, as chief - Joseph Ellis
• Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat. - Rupert Brooke
• Or enter, in your Florence wanderings, - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
• Or more remote in forests of Copan - William Leighton
• Or where the ring-dove's notes, sweet summer's augur - Hezekiah Butterworth
• Oranges and lemons - Anonymous
• Oregon midnight with a round moon. Mellow - William Gibson
• Other stones the era tell - William Cowper
• OUR ancient church! its lowly tower - Oliver Wendell Holmes
• Our birches yellowing and from each - Alfred Lord Tennyson
• Our boat is asleep on Serchio's stream - Percy Bysshe Shelley
• Our city springs cloud hugging skyscrapers - Richard Grant
• Our England is a garden that is full of stately views - Rudyard Kipling
• OUR fairest dreams are made of truths, - Leigh Hunt
• Our first summer together, I asked you out - Bill Johnston
• Our floods-Queene, Thames, for shyps and Swans is crowned - Michael Drayton
• Our Land - our Home - the common home indeed - James Whitcomb Riley
• Our lives are Swiss - Emily Dickinson
• Our love is infinite - Anna Banasiak

Poems about Places