Poems by First Line

• The landlord's Heaven is where - Eli Siegel
• The last warm gleams of sunset fade - Alfred Austin
• The lean hands of wagon men - Carl Sandburg
• The Leprechaun--the omadhaun!--that lives in County Clare, - Arthur Guiterman
• the light hung shadows in a special kind of white - M.T. Whitington
• The light is warm on Newton's hills - Hezekiah Butterworth
• The light of evening, Lissadell, - William Butler Yeats
• The light of the North - Abhay K
• The lightning, like an Arab, cross'd - Ebenezer Elliot
• The lights of a hundred cities are fed by its midnight power - Alfred Noyes
• The lights of Mesolongi gleam - Alfred Austin
• The lilacs wither in the Carolinas - Wallace Stevens
• The line from the volcano’s summit - Albert Hagenaars
• The lines are straight and swift between the stars - Wallace Stevens
• The little stones chuckle against the fields - Arthur Symons
• The little white clouds are racing over the sky - Oscar Wilde
• The local guitar slingers are all here - Will Hatchett
• The lonely cavern, like a chapel carved - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
• The lonely sunsets flare forlorn - Robert Service
• The long night, the short sleep, and La Gorgues to wander - Ivor Gurney

Poems about Places