Poems by First Line

• It was mid-day, and yet the setting sun - Isaac McLellan
• It was midnight on the Finland - Hezekiah Butterworth
• It was no gale - Murray Alfredson
• It was not when the sun through the glittering sky - John Wilson
• It was on Burray's seabeat Isle - Dorothea Primrose Campbell
• IT was the calm and silent night! - Alfred Domett
• It was the lovely twilight-time went down o'er Agra's towers - Letitia Elizabeth Landon
• It was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
• IT was the winter wild, - John Milton
• It was the wrong time of year - Neil Leadbeater
• IT was thick with Prussian troopers, it was foul with German guns - Edgar Albert Guest
• It wasn't a bird, it wasn't a plane. - Sandré Clays
• It would be easy to remember - Neil Leadbeater
• It's 'ard on a ship when she's old - Cicely Fox Smith
• It's 1 am in Morgantown and the music has faded into the nig - William F. DeVault
• it's a down, down - Kobayashi Issa
• It's a glum land theat February rules - John Kemp
• It's a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet razzes - Carl Sandburg
• It's a long queue for one who is barely famous - Will Hatchett
• It's forty in the shade to-day, the spouting eaves declare - Rudyard Kipling

Poems about Places