Poems begining by A
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Australian War Song
© Henry Kendall
Men have said that ye were sleeping
Hurl, Australians, back the lie;
As It Goes
© Edgar Albert Guest
In the corner she's left the mechanical toy,
On the chair is her Teddy Bear fine;
A Comparison
© William Cowper
The lapse of time and rivers is the same,
Both speed their journey with a restless stream;
A Preference
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Mastah drink his ol' Made'a,
Missy drink huh sherry wine,
Ovahseah lak his whiskey,
But dat othah drink is mine,
Des' 'lasses an' watah, 'lasses an' watah.
A Song Against Love
© Arthur Symons
There is a thing in the world that has been since the world began:
The hatred of man for woman, the hatred of woman for man.
When shall this thing be ended? When love ends, hatred ends.
For love is a chain between foes and love is a sword between friends.
Shall there never be love without hatred? Not since the world began,
Until man teach honour to woman, and woman teach pity to man,
A Woman's Last Song. - From an Unpublished Romance
© Alaric Alexander Watts
'Tis now that softening hour
When love hath deepest power,
An Unmarked Festival
© Alice Meynell
There's a feast undated, yet
Both our true lives hold it fast,-
Even the day when we first met.
What a great day came and passed,
-Unknown then, but known at last.
A Dream
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Once in a dream (for once I dreamed of you)
We stood together in an open field;
Agamemnon In The Fight
© George Meredith
[Iliad, B. XI. V. 148]
These, then, he left, and away where ranks were now clashing the thickest,
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Youth is all valiant. He and I together,
Conscious of strength, and unreproved of wrong,
Strained at the world's conventions as a tether
Too weak to bind us, and burst forth in song.
A Letter Sent To Mrs. Barber
© Mary Barber
Thou glorious Ruler of the beauteous Day!
Have sev'nteen Years so swiftly roll'd away?
Hast thou so oft the heav'nly Circle run,
When scarce I thought thy radiant Course begun?
An Ode - In Imitation of Horace, Book III. Ode II.
© Matthew Prior
How long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lie
In the lethargic sleep, the sad repose
A Dream, Written After the Author's Recovery from Illness
© Alaric Alexander Watts
O! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease,
Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
To make the shifting clouds be what you please. ~ COLERIDGE.
An Old Lament Renewed
© Vernon Scannell
The soil is savoury with their bones' lost marrow;
Down among dark roots their polished knuckles lie,
And no one could tell one peeled head from another;
Earth packs each crater that once gleamed with eye.
Anagke
© Mathilde Blind
So sternly dost thou tower above us, Fate!
For still our eager hearts exultant beat,
Borne in the hurrying tide of life elate,
And dashing break against thy marble feet.
But would Hope's rainbow-aureole round us fleet,
Without these hurtling shocks of man's estate?
