Poems by First Line

• Through miles of mud we travelled, and by sick valleys - Ivor Gurney
• Through purple haze of evening mountain mist - Cotton Noe
• Through sleet and fogs to the saline bogs - Eugene Field
• Through the four quarters of the world have seen - Robert Southey
• Through the streets of Marblehead - John Greenleaf Whittier
• Through these close-cut alleys - Bessie Rayner Parkes
• Through these closecut alleys - Bessie Rayner Parkes
• Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle - George Gordon, Lord Byron
• Through Wicklow's green glens and wild mountains - Edwin Waugh
• THROUGH wild and tangled forests - Hamlin Garland
• Through winter streets to steer your course aright - John Gay
• Thus scarcely said the Muse, but hovering while she hung - Michael Drayton
• Thus spake his dust (so seemed it as I read - Thomas Bailey Aldrich
• Thus they pursued - Robert Southey
• Thy common, Finchley, next we measure - Anonymous
• Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats - Alexander Pope
• THY name is ever blest, Thy memory ever fair, - Philippe-Sirice Bridel
• Thy rest was deep at the slumberer's hour, - Felicia Hemans
• Thy summer voice, Musketaquit - Ralph Waldo Emerson
• Thy verses, Friend! are Kidderminster stuff - William Shenstone

Poems about Places