The Lost Land by Eavan Boland speaks about place in relationship to identity and exile. The author is watching a shoreline, presumably from a boat, and drawing comparison to how others (her ancestors?) May have felt a they emigrated. Maybe she is returning from their destination to visit her roots and inform her own sense of identity.

The Hereford Landscape by Elizabeth Barrett Browning purely evokes a sense of place. It describes the physical landscape and also the impact of the agriculture practiced by the people who live there, and uses the idea of smells (wood-smoke, gardens, orchards) to reinforce the atmosphere of rural life.

Slough by John Betjeman makes a particularly damning social comment on the town, describing a highly processed, manufactured place devoid of soul.