Poems by First Line

• This land was made for war - Peter Batty
• This little rill, that from the springs - William Cullen Bryant
• This morning, as I commuted through Hendon Central - Sarah Wardle
• This morning, full of breezes and perfume - Charles G.D. Roberts
• This mound in some remote and dateless day - Robert Southey
• THIS mound, in some remote and dateless day - Robert Southey
• This old bog road, is deserted now - John Anthony Fingleton
• This onward-deepening gloom; this hanging path - Henry Alford
• This pub is London's unfriendliest scene - Will Hatchett
• This red mud-brick city of the Sahara fascinates me - Yusuf Adamu
• This region, surely, is not of the earth. - Samuel Rogers
• This river is so still its greens connive - Alan Gould
• THIS rock was once the seat of pomp and power; - James Gates Percival
• This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, - William Shakespeare
• THIS side the brow of yon sea-bounding hill - Henry Alford
• THIS sole survivor of a race - James Montgomery
• This tomb-walled temple proudly, sadly shows - Julia Stockton Dinsmore
• This while we are abroad - Michael Drayton
• This winter air is keen and cold - Oscar Wilde
• Thomas a town of long ago - Roger W. Hancock

Poems about Places