Poems begining by A
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Astronomy
© John Kenyon
Lucinda! Lucinda! why all this abstraction?
May astronomy hold no communion with mirth?
Ask Me No More
© Alfred Tennyson
Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape,
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee?
Ask me no more.
An Autograph
© James Russell Lowell
Oer the wet sands an insect crept
Ages ere man on earth was known
And patient Time, while Nature slept,
The slender tracing turned to stone.
A Wish
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Mine be a flat beside the Hill;
A vendor's cry shall soothe my ear
A landlord shall present his bill
At least a dozen times a year.
A Parable - II
© James Russell Lowell
Said Christ our Lord, 'I will go and see
How the men, my brethren, believe in me.'
He passed not again through the gate of birth,
But made himself known to the children of earth.
Anhelli - Chapter 8
© Juliusz Slowacki
And they came to a subterranean lake,
and proceeded along the shores of the dark water,
which stirred not, but was golden in places from the light of torches.
A Wreath Of Sonnets (1/14)
© France Preseren
A Slovene wreath your poet has entwined,
Of fifteen sonnets is the chaplet bound,
And in it thrice the Master Theme must sound:
Thus are the other harmonies combined.
A Farewell
© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
Farewell! Forget the days of trial,
Of grudge, ill humor, misery--
Accolon Of Gaul: Part III
© Madison Julius Cawein
The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way
Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray
A Visit To Renelagh
© Robert Bloomfield
To Ranelagh, once in my life,
By good-natur'd force I was driv'n;
A Little Old Maid
© Harriet Monroe
She grew, like other girls and flowers,
Sheltered and tended daintily;
And told her dolls, through sunny hours,
A prince would come her love to be.
Afrodites Dampe
© Sophus Niels Christen Claussen
O Venus, holdes, schönes Weib,
Ihr seid eine Teufelinne
"America Will Not Turn Back" --Woodrow Wilson
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
America will not turn back;
She did not idly start,
But weighed full carefully and well
Her grave, important part.
She chose the part of Freedom's friend,
And will pursue it, to the end.
A Divine Pastorall
© Thomas Parnell
I know I cannot speak his mercy's through,
Yet what I can, of what I ought Ile do,
Mean as they are, my notes to him belong,
Mean as it is, he will reward my song.
Go on, my Muse go on, & gratefully express
The Creatures thanks, in the Creators praise.
Artemis In Sierra
© Francis Bret Harte
Halt! Here we are. Now wheel your mare a trifle
Just where you stand; then doff your hat and swear
Never yet was scene you might cover with your rifle
Half as complete or as marvelously fair.
An Epigram On The Battle Of The Books.
© Mary Barber
Swift for the Antients has argu'd so well,
'Tis apparent from thence, that the Moderns excel.
A Shadow
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I said unto myself, if I were dead,
What would befall these children? What would be
A Snowy Night
© William Barnes
'Twer at night, an' a keen win' did blow
Vrom the east under peäle-twinklèn stars,
