Poems by First Line
- MY blood flows fresh, my soul finds food, - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
- My books are on their shelves again - Eugene Field
- My city's fit and noble name resumed - Walt Whitman
- My City, my beloved, my white! Ah, slender - Ezra Pound
- My country! In thy days of glory past - Henry Louis Vivian Derozio
- My country, tis of thee - Samuel Francis Smith
- MY courser, come, the Cossack’s noble friend! - Pierre Jean de Beranger
- My cousin Vernon! welcome, by my soul. - William Shakespeare
- My Daidu, straight and wonderfully made of various jewels of different kinds - Toghon Temur
- My dead daughter's daughter, my own Gretchen Gray - Hezekiah Butterworth
- My eye, descending from the Hill, surveys - John Denham
- My feet shall tread no more thy mossy side - Fanny Kemble
- My Friend and me, Southampton next receives - Stephen Duck
- My garden blazes brightly with the rose-bush and the peach - Rudyard Kipling
- My gentle stream, with constant smile and bright - James Payn
- My God! on seas of storm and calm - Hezekiah Butterworth
- My grandmother's garden! how well I remember - Hezekiah Butterworth
- My hair had hardly covered my forehead - Li Bai
- MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains - John Keats
- MY heart is in a mountain mood, - Richard Milnes, 1st Baron Houghton
Poems about Places
Poems about Places