Poetry Archives » Browse by First Line

First Lines beginning with:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z  | View All

• The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. by Conrad Aiken
• The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat: by T. S. Eliot
• The russet leaves of the sycamore by George Sterling
• The rust of hours, by E. J. Pratt
• The sacred keep of Ilion is rent by Andrew Lang
• The sad and solemn night by William Cullen Bryant
• The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, by Emily Dickinson
• The Sages of old time, well worth our own, by Paul Verlaine
• The saints’-bell calls, and, Julia, I must read by Robert Herrick
• The salt of the earth—what a meaningful phrase by Hattie Howard
• The same leaves over and over again! by Robert Frost
• The same old sprint in the morning, boys, to the same old din and smut; by Robert Service
• The sand-man he’s a jolly old fellow, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
• The Sandman comes pattering across the Bay: by Hilda Conkling
• The sands are alive with sunshine, by William Ernest Henley
• The sands upon the ocean side by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
• The Savior must have been by Emily Dickinson
• The scene behind the carriage window-panes by Paul Verlaine
• The scent of honeysuckle, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey
• The Scorpion is as black as soot, by Hilaire Belloc
• The sea by John Freeman
• The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
• The sea goes up; the sky comes down. by George Parsons Lathrop
• The sea goes up; the sky comes down. by George Parsons Lathrop
• The sea is calm tonight. by Matthew Arnold
• The sea is flecked with bars of grey, by Oscar Wilde
• The sea is full of wandering foam, by William Ernest Henley
• The sea is mighty, but a mightier sways by William Cullen Bryant
• The sea is never still. by Carl Sandburg
• The Sea said “Come” to the Brook— by Emily Dickinson
• The sea took pity: it interposed with doom: by Gerard Manley Hopkins
• The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky by Oscar Wilde
• The seas are quiet when the winds give o’er; by Edmund Waller
• The seasons send their ruin as they go, by Oscar Wilde
• The secret of the stars,—gravitation. by Edgar Lee Masters
• The secrets of the mind convene splendidly, by Laura (Riding) Jackson
• The sense of the world is short, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
• The Sergeant of a Highland Reg- by Robert Service
• The Service without Hope— by Emily Dickinson
• The shades of night was fallin’ slow by Ellis Parker Butler
• The shades of night were falling fast, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
• The shadow of Dawn; by William Ernest Henley
• The shadow of th’ Almighty’s cloud by John Keble
• The shadow of the houses leave behind, by Emma Lazarus
• The shadow of the lantern on the wall, by John Freeman
• The shadows of the ships by Carl Sandburg
• The shadows on the water reach by Elizabeth Stoddard
• The shattered water made a misty din. by Robert Frost
• The Sheep adorns the landscape rural by Ellis Parker Butler
• The sheep are in the silver wood, by Robert Service
• The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand; by Robert Louis Stevenson
• The shepherd Christ from heav’n arriv’d, by Christopher Smart
• The shepherd’s brow, fronting forked lightning, owns by Gerard Manley Hopkins
• The shepherds sing; and shall I silent be? by George Herbert
• The shepherds went their hasty way, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
• The ships are lying in the bay, by Zoë Akins
• The shore hath blent with the distant skies, by Sam G. Goodrich
• The shore-boat lies in the morning light, by Adam Lindsay Gordon
• The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path, by D. H. Lawrence
• The shouting of Gisli, the chieftain, by Isabella Valancy Crawford
• The Show is not the Show by Emily Dickinson
• The shower is past, and the sky by Patrick Brontë
• The shower of moonlight falls as still and clear by John Keble
• The shuttlecock soars upward by Amy Lowell
• The sick grapes on the chair by the bed lie prone; at the window by D. H. Lawrence
• The silence of traitorous feet! by George MacDonald
• The silent room, the heavy creeping shade, by Oscar Wilde
• The silent shepherdess, by Robert Graves
• The silken sail, which caught the summer breeze, by George Borrow
• The silver fangs of the mighty axe, by Isabella Valancy Crawford
• The silver trumpets rang across the Dome: by Oscar Wilde
• The sin was mine; I did not understand. by Oscar Wilde
• The sinful painter drapes his goddess warm, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
• The single clenched fist lifted and ready, by Carl Sandburg
• The skies are blue above my head, by John Hay
• The skies are pale, the trees are stiff, by George MacDonald
• The skies are strown with stars, by William Ernest Henley
• The Skies can’t keep their secret! by Emily Dickinson
• The skies they were ashen and sober, by Bret Harte
• The skies they were ashen and sober; by Edgar Allan Poe
• the skinny voice by E. E. Cummings
• The sky by Alfred Kreymborg
• the sky a silver by E. E. Cummings
• The sky has given over by William Carlos Williams
• The sky has turned its heart away, by George MacDonald
• The sky is dark and the hills are white by Eugene Field
• The sky is laced with fitful red, by Oscar Wilde
• The Sky is low—the Clouds are mean. by Emily Dickinson
• The sky of brightest gray seems dark by Paul Laurence Dunbar
• The sky-blue smiles above the roof by Paul Verlaine
• The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town, by Ellis Parker Butler
• The small dogs look at the big dogs; by Ezra Pound
• The smallest flower beside my path, by Hattie Howard
• The smell of the sea in my nostrils, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
• The smile of God was in the air; by John L. Stoddard
• The smouldering embers blush— by Emily Dickinson
• The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . by Conrad Aiken
• The snow has ceased its fluttering flight, by James Weldon Johnson
• The snow is lying very deep. by Agnes Lee
• The snow lies deep upon the ground, by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Poetry X Poetry Archives