Poems by First Line

• The poets were wrong - Harry Man
• The poets, one and all, were wont to choose - George Bloomfield
• The pomegranate green in the garden - Giosuè Carducci
• The pool glitters, the fishes leap in the sun - Arthur Symons
• The poplars in the fields of France - Bryan Waller Procter
• The port is large, - Virgil
• The potentiometer poltergeist digs domestic electro, - Rogan Whitenails
• The Primrwose in the sheade do blow - William Barnes
• The prospect changes: Sunset's mellow beam - Nicholas Michell
• The province I govern is humble and remote; - Bay Juyi
• The Psalmist lifts his voice on high - Murray Alfredson
• The purple heath we travers'd o'er - Anonymous
• The quiet and the chillness - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
• The quiet and the chillness - Anonymous
• The quiet of the moonlight hour - Sydney Hodges
• The quiet Roch comes dancing down - Edwin Waugh
• The rainbows all lie crumpled on these hills, - Edwin Curran
• The rainbows all lie crumpled on these hills, - Joaquin Miller
• THE RAVENS croaked, and human blood, - Owain Gwynedd
• The red-breasted robin projected its greeting - Shanta Acharya

Poems about Places