Poems by First Line

• There where the course is, - William Butler Yeats
• There's a lull in the tumult on yonder hill - Adam Lindsay Gordon
• There's a mossy, shady valley - Harry Lynden Flash
• There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, - Robert Browning
• There's a place in the middle of Ireland called - Robert Leighton
• There's a quiet place where I often go - W. Blake Atkinson
• There's an ending o' the dance, and fair Morag's safe in France - Andrew Lang
• There's been a death in the opposite house - Emily Dickinson
• There's the wide desert, but no one marches - Derek Walcott
• There's wine in the cup, Vancouver - Emily Pauline Johnson
• There’s a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street - Alfred Noyes
• There’s headless Harry or at least his ghost - Will Hatchett
• There, too, descend, and by pale torch-light tread - Nicholas Michell
• Thermopylae and Cannae - Martin Farquhar Tupper
• These are the recollections of an old town - Melanie Simms
• These hallowed precincts, long to memory dear - Oliver Wendell Holmes
• These Hills, the pride of all the coast - Philip Freneau
• THESE Indian isles, so green and gay - Philip Freneau
• These lovely shores! how lone and still - Ephraim Peabody
• These mountain -girdled plains of steep decline - Isaac McLellan

Poems about Places