Poems by First Line

• White sculpted slabs from Rome or the Crusades - Alan Gould
• White swan of cities, slumbering in thy nest - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
• white umbrella-hats - Kobayashi Issa
• White was the rose in his gay bonnet - Anonymous
• White-robed against the threefold white - Arthur Symons
• Whither, midst falling dew - William Cullen Bryant
• WHO at Thermopyae stood side by side, - Simonides
• Who had ever such adventure, - Anonymous
• Who has e’er been at Baldock, must needs know the mill - Anonymous
• Who has not waked to list the busy sounds - Mary Robinson
• Who holds us heart to heart it mattereth not - Bessie Rayner Parkes
• Who knew the sheep could sing - J.S. Watts
• Who long for rest, who look for pleasure - Gerard Manley Hopkins
• Who may misprize Dorchestrian hills? What though - John Kenyon
• Who remains in London - William Cosmo Monkhouse
• Who would not feel and satisfy this want - Richard Milnes, 1st Baron Houghton
• Who would not here become a hermit? here - Ebenezer Elliot
• Who, then, was Cestius - Thomas Hardy
• Whoa! Victorine - Amy Lowell
• Whole married march in rushes spread - Ash Dean

Poems about Places