Poems by First Line

• THY name is ever blest, Thy memory ever fair, - Philippe-Sirice Bridel
• Thy rest was deep at the slumberer's hour, - Felicia Hemans
• Thy summer voice, Musketaquit - Ralph Waldo Emerson
• Thy verses, Friend! are Kidderminster stuff - William Shenstone
• Tickling tiny shells like rose-tinted jewellery - Annabel Wilson
• Tierra y Ternura - Sylvia L. Chavez
• Tiger Gate-- - Kobayashi Issa
• Tilly, thine hopes are fallen! by the stream - William Herbert
• Timber's yellow flood - Nathaniel Frothingham
• Time has draped its memories into the folds of this land - Paul Paterson
• Time has no implication, no symbolization here. - John Phoenix Hutchinson
• Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb, - John Keats
• Time-mouldering crosses, gemmed with imagery - Charles Lamb
• Timid nicholas - Nicolas Grenier
• Tintadgel bells ring o'er the tide - Robert Stephen Hawker
• Tired clerks, pale girls, street cleaners, business men, - Joyce Kilmer
• Tis a bleak, wild place, for a legend fit - William Wetmore Story
• Tis an old and stately castle - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
• Tis Christmas and the North wind blows - Douglas Sladen
• Tis eve! 'tis glimmering eve! how fair the scene - Robert Stephen Hawker

Poems about Places