Poems begining by A
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An Attempt To Remember The "Grandmother's Apology"
© Horace Smith
And Willie, my eldest born, is gone, you say, little Anne,
Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man;
He was only fourscore years, quite young, when he died;
I ought to have gone before, but must wait for time and tide.
Ariadne Waking
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking,
When Ariadne in her bower was waking;
A Song For Christmas
© George MacDonald
Hark, in the steeple the dull bell swinging
Over the furrows ill ploughed by Death!
Hark the bird-babble, the loud lark singing!
Hark, from the sky, what the prophet saith!
Anecdote Of Canna
© Wallace Stevens
Huge are the canna in the dreams of
X, the mighty thought, the mighty man.
They fill the terrace of his capitol.
A Panegyric Of The Dean In The Person Of A Lady In The North
© Jonathan Swift
Resolved my gratitude to show,
Thrice reverend Dean, for all I owe,
Too long I have my thanks delay'd;
Your favours left too long unpaid;
Apart
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
COME not with empty words that say,
"Your strength of manhood wastes away
In long, ignoble, fruitless years!"
I live apart from pain and tears,
Again Endorsing The Lady, II
© Franklin Pierce Adams
I thought that I was wholly free,
That I had Love upon the shelf;
"Hereafter," I declared in glee,
"I'll have my evenings to myself."
How can such mortal beauty live?
(Ah, Jove, thine errings I forgive!)
A.d. 19 ?
© Arthur Henry Adams
AS in some quiet city bathed in sleep,
Where like a kiss the twilight lingereth,
When suddenly the earth stirs far beneath
Just moves, then pauses and a silence deep
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - November
© George MacDonald
1.
THOU art of this world, Christ. Thou know'st it all;
An Autumn Night
© Madison Julius Cawein
Some things are good on _Autumn_ nights,
When with the storm the forest fights,
About The Nightingale
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In stale blank verse a subject stale
I send per post my Nightingale;
And like an honest bard, dear Wordsworth,
You'll tell me what you think, my Bird's worth.
A Prayer
© Mikhail Lermontov
Faithful before thee, Mother of God, now kneeling,
Image miraculous and merciful--of thee
Not for my soul's health nor battles waged, beseeching,
Nor yet with thanks or penitence o'erwhelming me!
Always At Sea
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Always at sea I think about the dead.
On barques invisible they seem to sail
The self-same course; and from the decks cry 'Hail'!
Then I recall old words that they have said,
And see their faces etched upon the mist-
Dear faces I have kissed.
A Nocturnal Reverie
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
In such a Night, when every louder Wind
Is to its distant Cavern safe confin'd;
And Then No More
© James Clarence Mangan
I SAW her once, one little while, and then no more:
Twas Edens light on Earth a while, and then no more.
A Preaching From A Spanish Ballad
© George Meredith
Ladies who in chains of wedlock
Chafe at an unequal yoke,
Not to nightingales give hearing;
Better this, the raven's croak.
A Fantasy of War
© Henry Lawson
The Bells and the Child.
The gongs are in the templethe bells are in the tower;
The tom-tom in the jungle and the town clock tells the hour;
And all Thy feathered kind at morn have testified Thy power.
A Sleeper on the Beach
© Anonymous
Gulls, wheeling overhead,
'Light on the crags,
The long, hazy day is dead,
And noon drags.
