Poems by First Line

• The first street's colourful arcade of shops - Ruth Asch
• The five Holy Mountains have the rank of the Three Dukes - Han Yu
• The Five o'clock prairie sunset - Carl Sandburg
• The Fletching bells, with silver chime - Anonymous
• The floods are roused, and will not soon be weary - William Wordsworth
• The flushing dawn had scarcely tipt - Isaac McLellan
• The foes of the east have come down on our shore, - Alfred Lord Tennyson
• The fog comes - Carl Sandburg
• The Forest above and the Combe below - Henry Newbolt
• The forest huge of ancient Caledon - William Wordsworth
• The Forum, glory of departed time - Nicholas Michell
• The fountain murmuring of sleep - Arthur Symons
• The fountain's low singing is heard on the wind - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
• The Fountains of Ouoro, which give name - Robert Southey
• The fragile splendour of the level sea - Joyce Kilmer
• The fray began at the middle-gate - Agnes Mary Darmsteter
• The Free Lance has ordained that all - Robert J Pope
• The frequent and simultaneous calls of the muezzins - Yusuf Adamu
• The friendship of a hill I know - Alfred Williams
• The gabled roofs of old Malines - Henry Van Dyke

Poems about Places