Poems by First Line

• To this far nook the Christian exiles fled - Thomas Pringle
• To watch the storms, and hear the sky - William Cowper
• To yonder vale where shepherds dwell - Arthur Henry Hallam
• To you who’d read my songs of War - Robert Graves
• To-day in Florence all the air - Amy Levy
• To-day, fair Aries, a harvester thou seemest, - Frédéric Mistral
• To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl - Eugene Field
• To-day, within my garden arch - Alfred Williams
• Today god came to church - Kamau Brathwaite
• Together from the terrace they could see - Jose-Maria de Heredia
• Toiling, we reach'd a bare, gigantic cone - Isaac McLellan
• Tomb of a millionaire - Carl Sandburg
• Tomorrow, soon as dawn has lit the land - Victor Hugo
• Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o'er - Alan Seeger
• Tonight I went to the funeral of music - J.R. Solonche
• Tonight, my mood calls for tall buildings in four o'clock streets. - Robert Clairmont
• Too green the springing April grass, - Claude McKay
• Too long have I regarded thee, fair vale - Thomas Noon Talfourd
• Torches were blazing clear, - Felicia Hemans
• Torrent under lofty beeches, under larches cresting high; - Francis Turner Palgrave

Poems about Places