Poems begining by A
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A Sun, Which Is A Star
© John Hall Wheelock
"A sun, a shadow of a magnitude,"
So Keats has written- yet what, truly, could
A Lady With A Falcon On Her Fist. To The Honourable My Cous
© Richard Lovelace
I.
This Queen of Prey (now prey to you),
Fast to that pirch of ivory
In silver chaines and silken clue,
Hath now made full thy victory:
Auld Maitland
© Andrew Lang
There lived a king in southern land,
King Edward hight his name;
Unwordily he wore the crown,
Till fifty years were gane.
A Sicilian Idyll
© Thomas Sturge Moore
Cydilla
Thanks, Damon; now, by Zeus, thou art so brisk,
It shames me that to stoop should try my bones.
A Song from Shakespeare's Cymbeline Sung by Guiderus and Ar
© William Taylor Collins
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
Each op'ning sweet, of earliest bloom,
And rifle all the breathing spring.
A Christmas Prayer
© George MacDonald
Loving looks the large-eyed cow,
Loving stares the long-eared ass
A Bard's Epitaph
© Robert Burns
Is there a whim-inspired fool,
Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,
Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool,
Let him draw near;
And owre this grassy heap sing dool,
And drap a tear.
An Old Tune
© Gerard de Nerval
THERE is an air for which I would disown
Mozart's, Rossini's, Weber's melodies, -
A sweet sad air that languishes and sighs,
And keeps its secret charm for me alone.
Associations
© William Lisle Bowles
As o'er these hills I take my silent rounds,
Still on that vision which is flown I dwell,
Annie Of Tharaw. (From The Low German Of Simon Dach)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This turns to a heaven the hut where we dwell;
While wrangling soon changes a home to a hell.
A Noonday Vision
© Frances Anne Kemble
I saw one whom I love more than my life
Stand on a perilous edge of slippery rock,
A child said, What is the grass?
© Walt Whitman
A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
hands;
How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it
is any more than he.
An Evening Song To She Who Exists By My Name
© Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
Daughter of the daughter of the daughters of the daughter Pe
foreto the apple you ate of yee
A Poet Leaving Athens
© Walter Savage Landor
Speak not too ill of me, Athenian friends!
Nor ye, Athenian sages, speak too ill!
A Pastoral upon the birth of Prince Charles: presented to the King
© Robert Herrick
AMIN. Good day, Mirtillo. MIRT. And to you no less;
And all fair signs lead on our shepherdess.
"Although no stupid scoffer, I"
© Alfred Austin
Although no stupid scoffer, I
Am wholly at a loss
To apprehend the reason why
You kiss Lorenzo's Cross.
A great Yogi
© Mirabai
In my travels I spent time with a great yogi.
Once he said to me.
Become so still you hear the blood flowing
A Dream Of Resurrection
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
SO heavenly beautiful it lay,
It was less like a human corse
Than that fair shape in which perforce
A lost hope clothes itself alway.
