Poems begining by A
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As weary pilgrim, now at rest
© Anne Bradstreet
As weary pilgrim, now at rest,
Hugs with delight his silent nest
A Later Alexandrian
© George Meredith
An inspiration caught from dubious hues
Filled him, and mystic wrynesses he chased;
A Clock Stopped Not The Mantel's
© Emily Dickinson
A clock stopped - not the mantel's
Geneva's farthest skill
Can't put the puppet bowing
That just now dangled still.
A Blessing
© Swami Vivekananda
The Mother's heart, the hero's will,
The softest flowers' sweetest feel;
An Imperfect Revolution
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
They crowded weeping from the teacher's house,
Crying aloud their fear at what he taught,
Antipathies
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
LOVE is no product of the obedient will,
It hath its root in those deep sympathies
Mere ties of blood are powerless to control;
I love thee not because around thy heart
An Old Contemptible
© William Henry Ogilvie
Along the road the ceaseless motors thrust,
Shrieking discordant warning and harsh blame.
Then, suddenly, proud stepping through the dust,
Comes what I '11 call for want of better name
One of the Old Contemptibles.
Abide With Me
© Henry Francis Lyte
Abide with me! Fast falls the Eventide;
The darkness thickens. Lord, with me abide
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me!
Alfred. Book II.
© Henry James Pye
He ceasedbut still the accents of his tongue
Persuasive, on the attentive hearers hung:
The monarch and his warlike thanes around
Still listening sat, in silent wonder bound.
An Horation Ode Upon Cromwell's Return From Ireland
© Andrew Marvell
The forward Youth that would appear
Must now forsake his Muses dear,
Nor in the Shadows sing
His Numbers languishing.
A First Review
© Robert Graves
Love, Fear and Hate and Childish Toys
Are here discreetly blent;
Admire, you ladies, read, you boys,
My Country Sentiment.
Australia
© George Essex Evans
Earth's mightiest isle. She stands alone.
The wide seas wash around Her throne,
Crowned by the red sun as his own.
This is the last of all the lands
Where Freedoms fray-torn banner stands,
Not wrested yet from freemens hands.
A Day Dream
© Emily Jane Brontë
On a sunny brae alone I lay
One summer afternoon;
It was the marriage-time of May,
With her young lover, June.
A Feller's Hat
© Edgar Albert Guest
It's funny 'bout a feller's hat--
He can't remember where it's at,
Australian Federata
© James Lister Cuthbertson
AUSTRALIA! land of lonely lake
And serpent-haunted fen;
An Invitation To Edward Walpole, Esq.
© Mary Barber
The first Glass shall welcome you, Sir, to our Coast;
And dear Lady Conway shall be my next Toast.
With Mirth, and good Humour, I'll make up the Treat;
I know you're too wise, to love dining in State.
Another On The Same (Being The University Carrier)
© John Milton
Here lieth one who did most truly prove,
That he could never die while he could move,
So hung his destiny never to rot
While he might still jogg on, and keep his trot,
A Book of Dreams: Part I
© George MacDonald
I lay and dreamed. The master came
In his old woven dress;
I stood in joy, and yet in shame,
Oppressed with earthliness.
