Poems by First Line

• Tis evening! With a mind to which the shade - John Bruce Norton
• Tis hard on Bagshot Heath to try - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
• Tis holy ground! The silent silver lights - Henry Clarence Kendall
• Tis like stirring living embers when, at eighty, one remembers - Oliver Wendell Holmes
• Tis the Fortress of St. Louis - Hezekiah Butterworth
• Tis time, I think by Wenlock town - A E Housman
• Tissiack’s tears fall from her rain-stained face - Charles Weeden
• TO a hope Not less ambitious once, among the wilds - William Wordsworth
• TO Bardsey was the lord of ocean bound,— - Robert Southey
• To Cairo city, one hot afternoon - George Walter Thornbury
• To Cuenca, town of rocks and stony valleys, - Luis de Gongora
• To Cuernavaca, sweet retreat - Alfonso Reyes
• To free from chains a groaning land, - William B. Tappan
• To get betimes in Boston town I rose this morning early - Walt Whitman
• To go to S’pore. Which station - Alvin Pang
• To hear the lark begin his flight - John Milton
• To him who in the love of Nature holds - William Cullen Bryant
• To horse, to horse, Sir Nicholas! the clarion's note is high - Winthrop Mackworth Praed
• TO instigate Taranto’s prince, to arm His valiant people for the mighty shock, - Alessandro Tassoni
• To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign - Oliver Goldsmith

Poems about Places