Poems by First Line

• I 's feelin' kin' o' lonesome in my little room to-night - Paul Laurence Dunbar
• I am not here alone. A hidden throng - Hubert Church
• I am surprised by the streets of Chicago - Brian Maloney
• I am the eyes of my City, you think I am silent and still. Without a voice, - Clare Bostock
• I am the ghost of Shadwell Stair. - Wilfred Owen
• I am the pitiless Sand Storm, - Andrew Downing
• I am the Princess Ilse, - Heinrich Heine
• I am the refuge of all the oppressed - Ella Wheeler Wilcox
• I asked the Mayor of Gary about the 12-hour day - Carl Sandburg
• I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell - Carl Sandburg
• I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, ' in the white and the walk of the morning: - Gerard Manley Hopkins
• I Blow across the stagnant world - Katherine Mansfield
• I call on those that call me son, - William Butler Yeats
• I came to this point three years ago. - Diane Kending
• I can see the towers - Thomas Hardy
• I cannot tell what you say, green leaves - Charles Kingsley
• I climb to the tower-top and lean upon broken stone - William Butler Yeats
• I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn - Sir Walter Scott
• I come upon it suddenly, alone-- - James Whitcomb Riley
• I couldn’t make the trip this time from Vegas - Conner Bassett

Poems about Places