Poems by First Line

• Neare to the Siluer Trent - Michael Drayton
• Neat craft emerging from the wood - Timothy Adès
• Neatly from the alphabet they stare - Will Hatchett
• Neither rose leaves gathered in a jar - Carl Sandburg
• Never - that fairy isle can be - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
• Never more, when the day is o'er - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
• new grass-- - Kobayashi Issa
• New homes have crept - Murray Alfredson
• New neighbors came to the corner house at Congress and Green streets - Carl Sandburg
• New York blasted London blasted - Mark Slaughter
• New York City pigeons are bold. - Ellen Reiss
• New York is of in four ways: - Eli Siegel
• New York! At first I was bewildered by your beauty, - Leopold Sedar Senghor
• new york, madame - Valzhyna Mort
• Newstead! fast-falling, once-resplendent dome - George Gordon, Lord Byron
• Next Heliopolis, City of the Sun - Joseph Ellis
• Next on lonely Labrador - James Montgomery
• Next, over Pewsey's fertile Fields I haste - Stephen Duck
• night after night - Kobayashi Issa
• Night comes upon the Arkansas, with long stride - Albert Pike

Poems about Places