Poems by First Line
- How does life seem to thee? I long to look - Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr
- How does the water - Robert Southey
- How fair amid the depth of summer green - Lydia Huntley Sigourney
- How far is St. Helena from a little child at play - Rudyard Kipling
- How glorious thy dwelling-place - Charles Warren Stoddard
- How gracious Nature is, and yet half-shy - Charlotte Fiske Bates
- How grand beneath the feet that company - Henry Alford
- How grand she is enthroned among the dead - Charlotte Fiske Bates
- How like her! But 'tis she herself - Amy Levy
- How long, O God, shall men be ridden down, - Alfred Lord Tennyson
- How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest - Hart Crane
- How many lives, made beautiful and sweet - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- How many lives, made beautiful and sweet - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- How might the goaded sufferer in this cell, - Richard Chevenix Trench
- How much of my young heart, O Spain, - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- HOW must the soldier’s tearful heart expand, - Sydney Dobell
- How old I am! I'm eighty years! - Gustave Nadaud
- How pleasant 'tis to cast aside one's suffering for a while - Alfred Williams
- How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon - Robert Burns
- How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai - George Gordon, Lord Byron
Poems about Places
Poems about Places