Poems by First Line

• How proud - William Lisle Bowles
• How reverend is the face of this tall pile - William Congreve
• How richly glows the water's breast - William Wordsworth
• How shall I fix my wand'ring eye? where find - Robert Dodsley
• How shall I speak what in my breast hath striven? - Karl Theodor Korner
• How should the wind songs of a windy city go - Carl Sandburg
• How simple in their grandeur are the forms - Thomas Noon Talfourd
• How sleeps yon rock, whose half-day's bath is done - Charles Kingsley
• How smartly the quarters of the hour march by - Thomas Hardy
• How smiled the land of France - John Greenleaf Whittier
• How soothing is that sound of far-off wheels - Henry Alford
• How soothing sound the gentle airs that move - William Lisle Bowles
• How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls - Amy Lowell
• How still, how solitary are the heights - Alfred Williams
• How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
• How strange that the nature of light is a thing beyond our ken - Henry Van Dyke
• How sweet and solemn at the close of day - John Wilson
• HOW sweet that valley, clothed in freshest green, - James Inglis Cochrane
• How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal - William Lisle Bowles
• How sweetly on the wood-girt town - John Greenleaf Whittier

Poems about Places