Poems by First Line

• The Dean would visit Market Hill, - Jonathan Swift
• The deep wound burns, —my parched lips coldly quiver, — - Karl Theodor Korner
• The dense wild wood that hid the royal seat - Nicholas Michell
• The despot treads thy sacred sands - Henry Timrod
• The Destruction of Sennacherib - George Gordon, Lord Byron
• The dewy morn so soft and still - Dorothea Primrose Campbell
• The dialect simple and sweet - Rangarajan Kazhiyur Mannar
• The discouraged - Eli Siegel
• The dome of the capitol looks to the Potomac river - Carl Sandburg
• The down drop of the blackbird - Carl Sandburg
• the dragonfly's - Kobayashi Issa
• The dream is a cocktail at Sloppy Joe’s - Langston Hughes
• The East just softens with uncertain beams - Nicholas Michell
• The east wind blows in the street to-day - Amy Levy
• THE EMPEROR NAP he would set off - Robert Southey
• The empty basketball court. - William F. DeVault
• The evenfall, so slow on hills, hath shot - Louise Imogen Guiney
• The everlasting universe of things - Percy Bysshe Shelley
• The Favoriing gales invite; the bowsprit bears - William Lisle Bowles
• The ferox rins in rough Loch Awe - Andrew Lang

Poems about Places