Poems by First Line

• These numbered cliffs and gnarls of masonry - Thomas Hardy
• These people have not heard your name; - Thomas Hardy
• These summer landscapes--clump, and copse, and croft - - Thomas Hardy
• These Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live - William Wordsworth
• These walls were built by men who did a deed - William Lisle Bowles
• They are tearing down the fire station - Will Hatchett
• They built his mound of the rough, red ground - Henry Clarence Kendall
• They call it a city that never sleeps, - Fahim Sayed
• They called the islands by his name - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
• They cannot harm us, they are scattered - Will Hatchett
• They dreamed not in old Hebron, when the sound - Robert Stephen Hawker
• They dreamt not of a perishable home - William Wordsworth
• they even cut charcoal - Kobayashi Issa
• They gather, with the summer in their hands - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
• THEY gather, with the summer in their hands, - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
• THEY gave to Thee - Jeremy Taylor
• They glare,—those stony eyes - Henry Howard Brownell
• They have watered the street - Amy Lowell
• They lead us from their comfortable jets - Alan Gould
• They lie, with upraised hands, and feet - Dinah Craik

Poems about Places