Poems by First Line

• are cratered causeways - Jim Teeters
• Are days of old familiar to thy mind - Robert Southey
• ARE the orchards of Scurragh - John Frazer
• ARE these the famed, the brave South Downs, - Robert Bloomfield
• Are these the outskirts - Kobayashi Issa
• Are they true the old tales, that he who slay Queen Maeve - Tomás O Cárthaigh
• Are you not weary, - William H. Simpson
• Are you outraged - Sam Cha
• Arizona is peerless, her breezes are soft, - Andrew Downing
• Arizona! Arizona! - Edwin Leibfreed
• Armour Avenue was the name of this street - Carl Sandburg
• Around the canyon we spin - K. Roberts
• Around me the images of thirty years: - William Butler Yeats
• Around Sebago's lonely lake - John Greenleaf Whittier
• Arran of the many stags, - Anonymous
• Arrayed in robes of regal state, - Anna Laetitia Barbauld
• As a child, I saw the splitting stream - Catharina Boer
• As a native of St. Louis, - Leanne Rebecca
• As Adam did in Paradise - John Greenleaf Whittier
• As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping - Anonymous

Poems about Places