Poems by First Line

• the underneath of this pine - Amelie Maurice-Jones
• The unheard, omnivorous jaws of this rain forest not merely devour all, but allow nothing vain; - Derek Walcott
• The unpurged images of day recede; - William Butler Yeats
• THE VALLEY lay smiling before me, - Thomas Moore
• The valley rings with mirth and joy; - William Wordsworth
• The vane on Hughley steeple - A E Housman
• The varied banks - William Wordsworth
• The very roses, thick with bloom - Bessie Rayner Parkes
• The village of Penicuik, with its neighbouring spinning mills - William Topaz McGonagall
• THE VIRGIN-MOUNTAIN, wearing like a queen - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
• THE VOICE of song from distant lands shall call - William Wordsworth
• The walls of Badajoz looked down - Martha Perry Lowe
• The waning sun in one last flare of splendor - Lulu Clark Markham
• The watchfires died away from the bivouac on the hill - Cicely Fox Smith
• The waterfall is calling me - Fanny Kemble
• The Weald is good, the Downs are best - Rudyard Kipling
• The weary summer’s all-consuming heat - Jose-Maria de Heredia
• The Welsh have feelings about rugby - David Boyce
• The West Indies I behold - James Montgomery
• The wheelbarrows grin, the shovels and the mortar - Carl Sandburg

Poems about Places