Poems by First Line

• This is the Chapel: here, my son, - Henry Newbolt
• This is the city I love to live in - Oreste Flavio Perdomo
• This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
• THIS is the highest point. Two ways the rivers - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
• This is the house of Bedlam - Elizabeth Bishop
• This is the house where little Aldrich read - Henry Van Dyke
• This is the house where once Ucello lived, - Sarah Clarke
• This is the mouth-filling song of the race that was run by a Boomer - Rudyard Kipling
• This is the place where André met that death - Charlotte Fiske Bates
• This is the place where they all were bred - Andrew 'Banjo' Paterson
• This is the place where William's kingly power - Robert Southey
• This is the secret, little town, - Louise Mack
• This is the smokiest city in the world - Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt
• This is the soldier brave enough to tell - Henry Van Dyke
• This is the voice of the desert: - Conner Bassett
• This is the window's message - Henry Van Dyke
• This land was made for war - Peter Batty
• This little rill, that from the springs - William Cullen Bryant
• This morning, as I commuted through Hendon Central - Sarah Wardle
• This morning, full of breezes and perfume - Charles G.D. Roberts

Poems about Places