Poems by First Line
- We’d sip gin at a café on the river - Naomi Shihab Nye
- Weel, since we are to welcome in Yule - Margaret Chalmers
- Weep for the love that fate forbids - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
- Weep not for Scio's children slain - William Cullen Bryant
- Weeping he spoke, then gave his fleet the reins, - Christopher Pearse Cranch
- Welcome glimpses of day first peep over the hill - Michael Calum Jacques
- Welcome to the home of high fashion - Neil Leadbeater
- Welcome, stern Winter, though thy brows are bound - Henry Alford
- WELCOME, ye hearts of Tyrol, which beat so honestly, - Count Anton Alexander von Auersperg
- WELL have we speeded, and o’er hill and dale, - John Milton
- Well, they are gone, and here must I remain - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Well, you shall have that song which Leonard wrote: - Alfred Lord Tennyson
- Wen storm come - Jean Binta Breeze
- Were there, below, a spot of holy ground - William Wordsworth
- West of Lorne that sculpted coastline opens - Alan Gould
- What a joke - J.R. Solonche
- What ails my senses thus to cheat - Amy Levy
- What an image of peace and rest - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- What awful perspective! while from our sight - William Wordsworth
- What be those crown'd forms high over the sacred fountain? - Alfred Lord Tennyson
Poems about Places
Poems about Places