Poems begining by A
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Anglicised Utopia
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Society has quite forsaken all her wicked courses,
Which empties our police courts, and abolishes divorces.
Autumn Even-Song
© George Meredith
The long cloud edged with streaming grey
Soars from the West;
The red leaf mounts with it away,
Showing the nest
A blot among the branches bare:
There is a cry of outcasts in the air.
An Hymne In Honour Of Love
© Edmund Spenser
Why then do I this honor unto thee,
Thus to ennoble thy victorious name,
Sith thou doest shew no favour unto mee,
Ne once move ruth in that rebellious dame,
A Cavalier Song
© Robert Browning
(Chorus)
Marching along, fifty-score strong,
Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.
Afterglow
© Alice Guerin Crist
A magic wrought of dying dreams
A wizard light that creeps and glows;
Painting grey hills and sluggish streams
In tints of gold and rose
Ad Astra
© George Essex Evans
Cleaving the blue abysmal without sound,
Pressed on my soul I felt the awful seals
Of that vast Cosmos without depth or bound,
Blazing with golden wheels.
A Lullaby
© Edgar Albert Guest
THE dream ship is ready, the sea is like gold
And the fairy prince waits in command;
A Backward Look
© James Whitcomb Riley
As I sat smoking, alone, yesterday,
And lazily leaning back in my chair,
Answer to a Popish Priest, Giving Her Opinion on the Corporeal Presence
© Queen Elizabeth I
CHRIST was the Word that spake it;
He took the bread, and brake it:
And what that Word did make it,
That I believe, and take it.
Amyntor From Beyond The Sea To Alexis. A Dialogue
© Richard Lovelace
Amyntor.
Alexis! ah Alexis! can it be,
Though so much wet and drie
Doth drowne our eye,
Thou keep'st thy winged voice from me?
A Spirits Voice
© Frances Anne Kemble
It is the dawn! the rosy day awakes;
From her bright hair pale showers of dew she shakes,
At The Parting Of The Ways
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Here our roads part. Go thou by thy green valley,
Thy youth before thee and the river Nile.
My path lies o'er the desert, and my galley
Has rougher seas to plough (and days) the while.
A Ghost At The Dancing
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
Many here knew and loved thee--I nor loved,
Scarce knew--yet in thy place a shadow glides,
And a face shapes itself from empty air,
Watching the dancers, grave and quiet-eyed--
Eyes that now see the angels evermore,
Amiel, Amiel.
An Old Umbrella
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
AN old umbrella in the hall,
Battered and baggy, quaint and queer;
By all the rains of many a year
Bent, stained, and faded that is all.
Autumn.
© Ada Cambridge
So still-so still! Only the endless sighing
Of sad Æolian harp-notes overhead;
Only the soft mass-music for the dying;
Only the requiem for the newly dead!
A Pastoral in Three Parts
© John Cunningham
Philomel forsakes the thorn,
Plaintive where she prates at night:
And the lark to meet the morn,
Soars beyond the shepherd's sight.
Aan 'n ou Boek
© Christian Frederik Louis Leipoldt
Op die solder, waar die rotte
Hulle neste het gebou,
Waar die vlermuise en motte
Elke aand kommissie hou,
Het ek jou gevinde, ou maat,
en jou maters lê daar nou.
August
© Robert Laurence Binyon
In drooping leaves of the plane
Hangs blue the early heat;
Stirless, a delicate shade
Sleeps on the parching street.
Alfred. Book VI.
© Henry James Pye
But when he views, along the tented field,
With trailing banner, and inverted shield,
Young Donald, borne by Scotia's weeping bands,
In deeper woe the generous hero stands.
