Poems begining by A

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Arcturus

© Emily Dickinson

"Arcturus" is his other name —
I'd rather call him "Star."
It's very mean of Science
To go and interfere!

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A Dream Of The South Winds

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

O FRESH, how fresh and fair
Through the crystal gulfs of air,
The fairy South Wind floateth on her subtle wings of balm!
And the green earth lapped in bliss,
To the magic of her kiss
Seems yearning upward fondly through the golden- crested calm!

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A Birthday Present

© Sylvia Plath

What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful?

It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it edges?

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At The "Atlantic" Dinner

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

DECEMBER 15, 1874

I SUPPOSE it's myself that you're making allusion to

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A Profile

© Arthur Symons

A nymph in all her ardour towards the Faun,

Leant heavily, with open eyes alight,

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Autumn Thoughts

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Gone hath the Spring, with all its flowers,
And gone the Summer's pomp and show,
And Autumn, in his leafless bowers,
Is waiting for the Winter's snow.

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A qui la faute?

© Victor Marie Hugo

Tu viens d'incendier la Bibliothèque ?

- Oui.

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A Fruit Piece

© James Whitcomb Riley

The afternoon of summer folds

Its warm arms round the marigolds,

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Against Listening To Slanderers

© Confucius

Like the blueflies buzzing round,
  And on the fences lighting,
  Are the sons of slander found,
  Who never cease their biting.
  O thou happy, courteous king,
  To the winds their slanders fling.

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"Augustus Gloop..."

© Roald Dahl

"Augustus Gloop! Augustus Gloop!
The great big greedy nincompoop!
How long could we allow this beast
To gorge and guzzle, feed and feast

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A Dedication To E.C.B.

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

He was, through boyhood's storm and shower,
  My best, my nearest friend;
  We wore one hat, smoked one cigar,
  One standing at each end.

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A Father Out, An’ Mother Hwome

© William Barnes

The snow-white clouds did float on high

  In shoals avore the sheenèn sky,

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Autumn Violets

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Keep love for youth, and violets for the spring:

Of if these bloom when worn-out autumn grieves,

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Autumn Woods

© William Cullen Bryant

  Ere, in the northern gale,
The summer tresses of the trees are gone,
The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,
  Have put their glory on.

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A Hope Carol

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

A night was near, a day was near,

Between a day and night

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A Worm Will Turn

© William Schwenck Gilbert

I love a man who'll smile and joke
When with misfortune crowned;
Who'll pun beneath a pauper's yoke,
And as he breaks his daily toke,
Conundrums gay propound.

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Adam

© John Newton

On man, in his own image made,
How much did GOD bestow?
The whole creation homage paid,
And owned him LORD, below!

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Anhelli - Chapter 5

© Juliusz Slowacki

And so the Shaman and Anhelli made their pilgrimage through the sorrowful country
and over the desolate roads and under the roaring forests of Siberia,
meeting men who suffered, and comforting them.

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A Song Of Keats

© Roderic Quinn

'TIS a tarnished book and old,
Edges frayed and covers green!
But, between the covers, gold —
Gold and jewels in between.

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A Ballad Of Fair Ladies In Revolt

© George Meredith

See the sweet women, friend, that lean beneath
The ever-falling fountain of green leaves
Round the white bending stem, and like a wreath
Of our most blushful flower shine trembling through,
To teach philosophers the thirst of thieves:
Is one for me? is one for you?