Poems begining by A

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Angel

© Duncan Campbell Scott

Come to me when grief is over,
  When the tired eyes,
Seek thy cloudy wings to cover
  Close their burning skies.

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A Ballad of Gentleness

© Geoffrey Chaucer

The firste stock-father of gentleness,

What man desireth gentle for to be,

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A Madrigal

© William Shakespeare

Crabbed Age and Youth

Cannot live together:

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A Hymn

© Helen Maria Williams

While thee I seek, protecting Power!
Be my vain wishes still'd;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.

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A Wish

© Edgar Albert Guest

I'd like to be a boy again, a care-free prince of joy again,

  I'd like to tread the hills and dales the way I used to do;

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Against Women Unconstant

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Madame, for youre newefangelnesse,

Many a servant have ye put out of grace.

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Appeal To Nature Of The Solitary Heart

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

DEAR mother, take me to thy breast!
I have no other place of rest
In all this weary world of men:
Ah! fold me in thy love again,
Sweet mother; clasp me to thy breast!

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A Retrospect

© Frances Anne Kemble

Life wanes, and the bright sunlight of our youth

  Sets o'er the mountain-tops, where once Hope stood.

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April

© Hilaire Belloc

The month has treacherous clouds and moves in fears.
This April shames the month itself with smiles:
In whose new eyes I know no heaven of tears,
But still serene desire and between whiles,
So great a look that even April's grace
Makes only marvel at her only face.

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A Summer Morning

© Robert Fuller Murray

Never was sun so bright before,
No matin of the lark so sweet,
No grass so green beneath my feet,
Nor with such dewdrops jewelled o'er.

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An English Girl

© William Schwenck Gilbert

A wonderful joy our eyes to bless,

In her magnificent comeliness,

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A Picture

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I strolled last eve across the lonely down;
One solitary picture struck my eye:
A distant ploughboy stood against the sky—
How far he seemed above the noisy town!

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Archduchess Anne

© George Meredith

In middle age an evil thing
Befell Archduchess Anne:
She looked outside her wedding-ring
Upon a princely man.

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Aux Deux Freres Trudaine

© André Marie de Chénier

Amis, couple chéri, coeurs formés pour le mien,

  Je suis libre. Camille à mes yeux n'est plus rien.

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Adrian's Address To His Soul When Dying

© George Gordon Byron

[Animula! vagula, blandula,
Hospes comesque corporis,
Quæ nunc abibis in loca--
Pallidula, rigida, nudula,
Nec, ut soles, dabis jocos?]

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A Girl's Sin - In His Eyes

© Francis Thompson

Can I forget her cruelty

Who, brown miracle, gave you me?

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April

© Charlotte Turner Smith

GREEN o'er the copses spring's soft hues are spreading,
High wave the reeds in the transparent floods,
The oak its sear and sallow foliage shedding,
From their moss'd cradles start its infant buds.

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A Life of Sabbaths Here Beneath

© Thomas Traherne

I.

A life of Sabbaths here beneath!

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Aghadoe

© John Todhunter

There's a glade in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe,
 There 's a green and silent glade in Aghadoe,
Where we met, my love and I, Love's fair planet in the sky,
 O'er that sweet and silent glade in Aghadoe.

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A Stanza on Freedom

© James Russell Lowell

THEY are slaves who fear to speak

For the fallen and the weak;