Poems by First Line

• The tent-lights glimmer on the land - John Greenleaf Whittier
• The Thames flows proudly to the sea, - Robert Burns
• The Thames nocturne of blue and gold - Oscar Wilde
• The thick lids of Night closed upon me - Thomas Hardy
• The thousand-windowed towers were all alight - Alfred Noyes
• The tide of fate rolls on! — heart-pierced and pale, - William Lisle Bowles
• THE TIDINGS flew from land to land, - Veil Weber
• The toiling fisher here is towing of his net - Michael Drayton
• The tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward to the skies, - James Russell Lowell
• The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, - John Keats
• The towns are named - Connie Walle
• The trade-wind jingles the rings in the nets around the racks - Wallace Stevens
• the tree buds, too - Kobayashi Issa
• The trees along this city street, - Edna St.Vincent Millay
• The trees are in their autumn beauty, - William Butler Yeats
• The Tuileries are in a trance - Hope Mirrlees
• the underneath of this pine - Amelie Maurice-Jones
• The unheard, omnivorous jaws of this rain forest not merely devour all, but allow nothing vain; - Derek Walcott
• The unpurged images of day recede; - William Butler Yeats
• THE VALLEY lay smiling before me, - Thomas Moore

Poems about Places