Poems begining by A
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A Sonnet To Heavenly Beauty
© Joachim du Bellay
There is the joy whereto each soul aspires,
And there the rest that all the world desires,
And there is love, and peace, and gracious mirth;
And there in the most highest heavens shalt thou
Behold the Very Beauty, whereof now
Thou worshippest the shadow upon earth.
A Paraphrase, Circa 1715
© Eugene Field
Since Chloe is so monstrous fair,
With such an eye and such an air,
What wonder that the world complains
When she each am'rous suit disdains?
An Epitaph
© John Le Gay Brereton
By ceaseless waves, that break and waste,
All human record is effaced:
Only our love in brief defence
Shall hold the billow in suspense.
A Suplication For The Joys Of Heaven
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
To the Superior World to Solemn Peace
To Regions where Delights shall never cease
A Bill for the Better Promotion of Oppression on the Sabbath Day
© Thomas Love Peacock
Forasmuch as the Canter's and Fanatic's Lord
Sayeth peace and joy are by me abhorred;
Author's Apology For His Book
© John Bunyan
WHEN at the first I took my pen in hand
Thus for to write, I did not understand
A Rainy Day in Camp
© Anonymous
Tis a cheerless, lonesome evening
When the soaking, sodden ground
Will not echo to the footfall
of the sentinel's dull round.
Arizona Poems: Mexican Quarter
© John Gould Fletcher
By an alley lined with tumble-down shacks,
And street-lamps askew, half-sputtering,
A Prayer For The King's Majesty
© Edith Nesbit
God, by our memories of his Mother's face,
By the love that makes our heart her dwelling-place,
Grant to our sorrow this desired grace:
God save the King!
Absence
© Paul Eluard
I speak to you over cities
I speak to you over plains
My mouth is against your ear
The two sides of the walls face
A Woodland Grave
© Madison Julius Cawein
White moons may come, white moons may go-
She sleeps where early blossoms blow;
Knows nothing of the leafy June,
That leans above her night and noon,
Crowned now with sunbeam, now with moon,
Watching her roses grow.
A Song Of Long Ago
© James Whitcomb Riley
A song of Long Ago:
Sing it lightly--sing it low--
Sing it softly--like the lisping of the lips we used to know
When our baby-laughter spilled
From the glad hearts ever filled
With music blithe as robin ever trilled!
A Christmas Carol
© Alfred Austin
Hark! In the air, around, above,
The Angelic Music soars and swells,
And, in the Garden that I love,
I hear the sound of Christmas Bells.
A Pastoral Of Phyllis And Corydon
© Nicholas Breton
On a hill there grows a flower,
Fair befall the dainty sweet!
By that flower there is a bower,
Where the heavenly Muses meet.
American Names
© Stephen Vincent Benet
I have fallen in love with American names,
The sharp names that never get fat,
The snakeskin-titles of mining-claims,
The plumed war-bonnet of Medicine Hat,
Tucson and Deadwood and Lost Mule Flat.
Australia
© John Farrell
O Radiant Land! o'er whom the Sun's first dawning
Fell brightest when God said " Let there be Light;"'
A Song Of Spring
© Katharine Tynan
The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly,
Under a snood of hodden grey.
At the Fords Of Jordan
© Mary Hannay Foott
Ere my hand to the husbandmans toil had been trained,
Or my foot to the slow-moving flocks had been chained,
I, too, would have marched in the long line of spears,
With the youthful, the courtly, the brave for my peers.
