Poems by First Line

• It was at the very date to which we have come - Thomas Hardy
• It was evening and the orient sun - H. F. Johnson
• It was in the high midsummer, and the sun was shining strong - Cicely Fox Smith
• It was in the old days, - David St. John
• 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

Poems about Places