Poems begining by A
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At Quebec
© Jean Blewett
Quebec, the grey old city on the hill,
Lies with a golden glory on her head,
Additions: The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's
© Thomas Hardy
She cried, "O pray pity me!" Nought would he hear;
Then with wild rainy eyes she obeyed,
She chid when her Love was for clinking off wi' her.
The pa'son was told, as the season drew near
To throw over pu'pit the names of the peäir
As fitting one flesh to be made.
Air--"Three Fishers Went Sailing."
© Horace Smith
Three juniors sat up in Crown Office Row,
In Crown Office Row e'er the courts had sat,
They saw the solicitors passing below,
And the briefs that were rolled up so tidy and fat,
For serjeants get work, etc.
Abendlandschaft am Genfersee
© Friederike Brun
Spiegelnd ruht
Hier die Flut.
Kreisend seh ich Fischlein blinken;
Aus dem Busche singen Finken.
A Scrawl
© James Whitcomb Riley
I want to sing something-- but this is all--
I try and I try, but the rhymes are dull
As though they were damp, and the echoes fall
Limp and unlovable.
A Discouraging Model
© James Whitcomb Riley
Just the airiest, fairiest slip of a thing,
With a Gainsborough hat, like a butterfly's wing,
Tilted up at one side with the jauntiest air,
And a knot of red roses sown in under there
Where the shadows are lost in her hair.
A Bicycle Built For Two
© Carolyn Wells
There was an ambitious young eel
Who determined to ride on a wheel;
But try as he might,
He couldn't ride right,
In spite of his ardor and zeal.
A Song (#2)
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
THOU art the soul of a summer's day,
Thou art the breath of the rose.
An Acknowledgment
© Henry King
My best of friends! what needs a chain to tie
One by your merit bound a Votarie?
Think you I have some plot upon my peace,
I would this bondage change for a release?
A Royal Home-Coming
© Alfred Austin
Welcome, right welcome home, to these blest Isles,
Where, unforgotten, loved Victoria sleeps,
But now with happy pride your Father smiles,
Your Mother weeps.
As A Strong Bird On Pinious Free
© Walt Whitman
. As a strong bird on pinions free,
Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving,
Such be the thought I'd think to-day of thee, America,
Such be the recitative I'd bring to-day for thee.
A Poetical Version Of A Letter From Facob Behmen
© John Byrom
TIS Mans own Nature, which in its own Life,
Or Centre, stands in Enmity and Strife,
Andante Con Moto
© William Ernest Henley
Forth from the dust and din,
The crush, the heat, the many-spotted glare,
Arcanna
© Madison Julius Cawein
Earth hath her images of utterance,
Her hieroglyphic meanings which elude;
Autumnal
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.
A Soldier's Grave
© Francis Ledwidge
Then in the lull of midnight, gentle arms
Lifted him slowly down the slopes of death
Lest he should hear again the mad alarms
Of battle, dying moans, and painful breath.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Yet it is pitiful how friendships die,
Spite of our oaths eternal and high vows.
Some fall through blight of tongues wagged secretly,
Some through strifes loud in empty honour's house.
Andrew Rykmans Prayer
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Andrew Rykman's dead and gone;
You can see his leaning slate
In the graveyard, and thereon
Read his name and date.
