Poems by First Line

• I DEARLY love this London, this royal northern London, - Bessie Rayner Parkes
• I didn't want this poem to come - Derek Walcott
• I don't know how he came - Carl Sandburg
• I don't know which is sadder, - J.R. Solonche
• I don't know who Saint Mawes was - Cicely Fox Smith
• I drank musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with - Carl Sandburg
• I dreamed. Great bells around me pealed; - Aubrey Thomas de Vere
• I enter a daisy-and-buttercup land, - Thomas Hardy
• I fasted for some forty days on bread and buttermilk, - William Butler Yeats
• I feel the calling of the land, - Matthew Ashbrook
• I find you again on a place - Catharina Boer
• I fly from the face of my foe in his might - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
• I found a Nameless Stream among the hills - Thomas Pringle
• I give thee joy!--I know to thee - John Greenleaf Whittier
• I glimpsed a woman's muslined form - Thomas Hardy
• I got home from school the day before - Eric Coleman
• I grow weary of the foreign cities - Sappho
• I hate swung for ages to and fro; - Rossiter W. Raymond
• I have a debt of my heart's own to thee - Richard Milnes, 1st Baron Houghton
• I HAVE a startling tale to tell - Henry Sewell Stokes

Poems about Places