Poems by First Line

• There is a wood on Knocknarea below the lofty grave - Frank L. Ludwig
• There is an Eminence,-of these our hills - William Wordsworth
• There is an eternal humm of work to København - Kenneth Krabat
• THERE is an isle, kissed by a smiling sea, - Alfred Austin
• THERE is an old tale goes, that Herne the hunter, - William Shakespeare
• There is an old tradition sacred held in Wexford town - John Boyle O'Reilly
• There is death at Count Gormaz the Governor’s hall - George Fourest
• There is no inn in Snowdon which is not awful dear - Charles Kingsley
• There is no winter here! - August Wilhelm Wern
• There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet - Thomas Moore
• There is not much that I can do, - Thomas Hardy
• There is nothing here but beech and mound and songbird sound - John Kemp
• There is something about this quietness, the sun having gone down and the sky so full of color. - Robert Clairmont
• There is something terrible - Carl Sandburg
• There on Mars'-hill stood Paul with flashing eye - Nicholas Michell
• There once the penitents took off their shoes - Robert Lowell
• There once was a girl of Clovelly - William Cosmo Monkhouse
• There once was an old man of Hull - William Cosmo Monkhouse
• There once was an old man of Lyme - William Cosmo Monkhouse
• There once was an old man of Norwich - William Cosmo Monkhouse

Poems about Places