Poems by First Line

• The rich-roofed baths, fair courts without a name - Nicholas Michell
• The rising sun owre Galston muirs - Robert Burns
• The river shimmers in late light with colors of the evening sky; - Bonnie Manion
• The river's not itself, has swelled like a notion - Alan Gould
• The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf - Thomas Stearns Eliot
• The road just sort of ambles on - John Anthony Fingleton
• The road that runs up to Messines - J. E. Stewart
• The road to En-dor is easy to tread - Rudyard Kipling
• The roar of the city is low - Henry Van Dyke
• The Roaring Tinker if you like, - William Butler Yeats
• The robin laughed in the orange-tree - Sidney Lanier
• The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
• The rocky nook with hilltops three - Ralph Waldo Emerson
• The roll of drums and the bugle's wailing - John Greenleaf Whittier
• The Roman Road runs straight and bare - Thomas Hardy
• The roof tiles of Nezignan are singing - J.S. Watts
• The rooks aclamor when one enters here - Alan Seeger
• The Rothay's stream is running near - James Payn
• The rowdy and chaotic city - Yusuf Adamu
• The rude attack, if none will tell - Philip Freneau

Poems about Places