Poems by First Line
- Welcome, stern Winter, though thy brows are bound - Henry Alford
- WELCOME, ye hearts of Tyrol, which beat so honestly, - Count Anton Alexander von Auersperg
- WELL have we speeded, and o’er hill and dale, - John Milton
- Well, they are gone, and here must I remain - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Well, you shall have that song which Leonard wrote: - Alfred Lord Tennyson
- Wen storm come - Jean Binta Breeze
- Were there, below, a spot of holy ground - William Wordsworth
- West of Lorne that sculpted coastline opens - Alan Gould
- What a joke - J.R. Solonche
- What ails my senses thus to cheat - Amy Levy
- What an image of peace and rest - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- What awful perspective! while from our sight - William Wordsworth
- What be those crown'd forms high over the sacred fountain? - Alfred Lord Tennyson
- What brought them here? What made them flock to this - Steven Jackson
- What can a Kenyan woman - Jim Teeters
- What can we say of the night - Carl Sandburg
- What do I catch upon the night-wind, husband? - Thomas Hardy
- What do you see in that time-touched stone - Thomas Hardy
- What do you see in Vagg Hollow - Thomas Hardy
- What dost thou here, lorn Ireland's dying daughter - Ebenezer Elliot
Poems about Places
Poems about Places