Poems by First Line

• THE HORSEMAN rides in the valley’s glow, - William Wordsworth
• The host is riding from Knocknarea - William Butler Yeats
• The hot midday sun beams brightly onto the Cape May streets - Maddie Grebb
• The hour is late, the glow is gone - Timothy Adès
• The Houses fade in a melt of mist - D.H. Lawrence
• The huge pale sun behind the Braid Hills rising, glints on the city in wands of slanting light - Anonymous
• The huge red-buttressed mesa over yonder - John Gould Fletcher
• The hum-bird shook his sun-touched wings around - Joseph Rodman Drake
• The hush of bliss was on the sunny hills - John Wilson
• The Hussites invested Naumburg, - H. W. Dulcken
• The incense mounted like a cloud - Arthur Symons
• The increasing moonlight drifts across my bed - Thomas Bailey Aldrich
• The indignant Bard composed this furious ode - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
• The inhumanity of man to man - Yusuf Adamu
• The July day drew to a close, the fret of travel past, - Maria Lowell
• The Kaiser feasted in his hall, - Felicia Hemans
• The kingdom of God is within you - Francis Thompson
• The kingly salmon! what more beautiful - Isaac McLellan
• The Kirk of Ulpha to the pilgrim's eye - William Wordsworth
• THE KIRK of Ulpha to the pilgrim’s eye - William Wordsworth

Poems about Places