Poems by First Line

• The skies are blue above my head - John Hay
• The sky is blue, the fields are gay - Dorothea Primrose Campbell
• THE SMOOTH Peneus from his glassy flood - Mark Akenside
• The soft breeze entering at ease - Kiara Beckford
• The soft new grass is creeping o'er the graves - Thomas Bailey Aldrich
• The Solid Rock Church of Kerrville - Naomi Shihab Nye
• The sons of old ocean advanced from the bay - Philip Freneau
• The soul of man Resembleth water: - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
• The sounds which last he heard at night - Robert Southey
• The South Side of Chicago - David Hart
• The South-land boasts its teeming cane - John Greenleaf Whittier
• The South-land boasts its teeming cane - John Greenleaf Whittier
• The Southern Cross uplifts one glowing star - Hezekiah Butterworth
• The Southern Hills and the South Sea - Hilaire Belloc
• THE SPEARMEN heard the bugle sound, - William Robert Spencer
• The Sphinx, like some vast thing of monstrous birth - Nicholas Michell
• THE SPIRES of Moscow glittering from afar - Christopher Wordsworth
• The spoils which I have studied baffle me, - George Gordon, Lord Byron
• the spring breeze - Kobayashi Issa
• the spring breeze - Kobayashi Issa

Poems about Places