Poems begining by A
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Andromeda
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
The smooth-worn coin and threadbare classic phrase
Of Grecian myths that did beguile my youth,
A Lover's Quarrel
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
And all through the riotous, ardent weather
We dreamed, and loved, and rejoiced together.
Abode Of The Beloved
© Kabir
Nahin Tahan Gyan Dhyan
Nahin Jap Tap
Ved Kiteb Na Bani
Karni Dharni Rehni Gehni,
Yeh Sub Jahan Hirani
A Sybil
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Long before our time they called her old,
But she'd walk down the same road every day.
Her age became too much to say
In years and, like a forest's, would be told
An Apology
© Anne Bradstreet
To finish what's begun, was my intent,
My thoughts and my endeavours thereto bent;
An Ode In Blessed Memory Of Her Majesty The Empress Anna Ivanovna On The Victory Over The Turks And
© Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonosov
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A sudden bliss has seized my mind,
A New Song to an Old Tune
© William Ernest Henley
SONS of Shannon, Tamar, Trent,
Men of the Lothians, Men of Kent,
A Lost Opportunity
© Robert Fuller Murray
One dark, dark night-it was long ago,
The air was heavy and still and warm -
It fell to me and a man I know,
To see two girls to their father's farm.
A Cup Of Tea
© James Whitcomb Riley
I have sipped, with drooping lashes,
Dreamy draughts of Verzenay;
An Hymn To Sleep.
© Mary Barber
Written when the Author was sick.
Somnus, pow'rful Deity,
Mortals owe their Bliss to thee.
How long shall I thy Absence mourn,
"Ah, now this happy month is gone"
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Ah, now this happy month is gone,
Not now, my heart, complain,
Nor rail at Time because so soon
He takes his own again.
An Anniversary On The Hymeneals Of My Noble kinsman, Tho. S
© Richard Lovelace
I.
The day is curl'd about agen
To view the splendor she was in;
When first with hallow'd hands
A Dream
© Matthew Arnold
Was it a dream? We sail'd, I thought we sail'd,
Martin and I, down the green Alpine stream,
A Dialogue, intitled, The Kind Master And The Dutiful Servant
© Jupiter Hammon
Master.
Come my servant, follow me,
According to thy place;
And surely God will be with thee,
And send the heav'nly grace.
A Portrait
© Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Tell me, ye prim adepts in Scandals school,
Who rail by precept, and detract by rule,
A Word For It
© Franklin Pierce Adams
"Scorn not the sonnet." Well, I reckon not,
I would not scorn a rondeau, villanelle,
A Dead Year
© Jean Ingelow
I took a year out of my life and story--
A dead year, and said, "I will hew thee a tomb!
'All the kings of the nations lie in glory;'
Cased in cedar, and shut in a sacred gloom;
Swathed in linen, and precious unguents old;
Painted with cinnabar, and rich with gold.
