Poems by First Line

• That same first fiddler who leads the orchestra to-night - Thomas Hardy
• That summer - Neil Leadbeater
• That you have been beheld far up the valley - Bruce McIntyre
• The 15th of January, that Tuesday afternoon - Henry Disley
• The air falls chill - James Whitcomb Riley
• The air is chill, and the day grows late - Edward Pollock
• The ancient Barbarossa - Friedrich Ruckert
• The autumn time is with us! — Its approach - William D. Gallagher
• The Axe had broadened to an estuarial display of greys and silvers - John Kemp
• THE AZURE lake is argent now - Francis Turner Palgrave
• The bad news is not that Henry Ford is dead - Ivy Raff
• The band that played so brightly in the summer square - John Kemp
• The bars are thick with drops that show - Thomas Hardy
• THE BATTLE is fought and won - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
• The bay is set with ashy sails - Duncan Campbell Scott
• The bay was perfectly round, nestled - Bonnie Manion
• THE BEAUTIFUL Queen of Hungary, - Charles Godfrey Leland
• The beautiful spring delights me well, - Bertran de Born
• The bees build in the crevices - William Butler Yeats
• The bell is set a-ringing, and the engine gives a toot - Andrew 'Banjo' Paterson

Poems about Places