Poems by First Line

• Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, - Claude McKay
• Always California's golden hills and hollows - Walt Whitman
• Always our old feuillage - Walt Whitman
• Always our old feuillage! - Walt Whitman
• Always our old feuillage! - Walt Whitman
• Am of Ireland - William Butler Yeats
• amazing-- - Kobayashi Issa
• America! my own dear land-- - Sarah Josepha Hale
• America’s coast is ragged at the bottom - Ivy Raff
• Amid the smoke of cities did you pass - William Wordsworth
• Amid the throng the Hermit stood; so wan, - Aubrey Thomas de Vere
• AMID the torch-lit gloom of Aachen’s aisle - Aubrey Thomas de Vere
• Amid the wildwood's lone and difficult ways, - Francesco Petrarca
• Amid these aisles, where once his precepts showed - Sir Walter Scott
• AMID this dance of objects sadness steals - William Wordsworth
• Amid thy forest solitudes, he climbs - Fitz-Greene Halleck
• Among colossal rags of statuary - Kieron Winn
• Among the Cambrian hills we stand - John Wilson
• Among the mountains were we nursed, loved Stream - William Wordsworth
• Among the woods and tillage - Henry Newbolt

Poems about Places