Poems begining by A
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Ashore At Dover
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
On landing, the first voice one hears is from
An English police-constable; a man
At The Grave Of A Spanish Friend
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Here lies who of two mighty realms was free;
The English-Spaniard, who lived England's good
An Orators Complaint
© Robert Fuller Murray
How many the troubles that wait
On mortals!especially those
Who endeavour in eloquent prose
To expound their views, and orate.
A Picture Seen In A Dream
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I saw the Goddess of the Evening pause
Between two mountain pillars. Tall as they
Appeared her stature, and her outstretched hands
Laid on those luminous cold summits, hung
At Applewaite, Near Keswick 1804
© William Wordsworth
BEAUMONT! it was thy wish that I should rear
A seemly Cottage in this sunny Dell,
A Friend's Greeting
© Edgar Albert Guest
DIAMONDS wouldn't tell yer all I really think of you,
The costliest gift the goldsmith makes I'm sure would never do.
There's nothing known that gold can buy that I could ever send
That could explain how glad I am to have yer fer a friend.
After The Marne, Joffre Visited The Front By Car
© Filippo Tommaso Marinetti
Marinetti's work combines art and poetry into a form form he called parole in liberte (words in freedom).
An Appeal
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Oh! is there not one maiden breast
Which does not feel the moral beauty
At Eleusis
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
MEN of Eleusis, ye that with long staves
Sit in the market-houses, and speak words
All-Saints
© James Russell Lowell
One feast, of holy days the crest,
I, though no Churchman, love to keep,
A Wayward Rose
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Mischievous rose from the rose-tree swaying,
Can I not bind thee nor hold thee?
A Complaint On The Miseries Of Life
© James Thomson
I loathe, O Lord, this life below,
And all its fading fleeting joys;
'Tis a short space that's fill'd with woe,
Which all our bliss by far outweighs.
Ah, Bleak And Barren Was The Moor
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Ah! bleak and barren was the moor,
Ah! loud and piercing was the storm,
"All Knowledge . . . "
© Lesbia Harford
I know more about flowers,
And Pat knows about ships.
"Schooner" and "barquentine"
Are words of note on his lips.
Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear
© Robert Burns
Ah, woe is me, my mother dear!
A man of strife ye've born me:
For sair contention I maun bear;
They hate, revile, and scorn me.
A Vianden
© Victor Marie Hugo
Il songe. Il s'est assis rêveur sous un érable.
Entend-il murmurer la forêt vénérable ?
Regarde-t-il les fleurs ? regarde-t-il les cieux ?
Il songe. La nature au front mystérieux
Another Way
© Ambrose Bierce
I lay in silence, dead. A woman came
And laid a rose upon my breast, and said,
"May God be merciful." She spoke my name,
And added, "It is strange to think him dead.
Autumn
© Theodore Harding Rand
Splendours of blossomed time, like poppies red,
Distil dull slumbers o'er the engaged soul
And thrall with sensuous pomp its azured dower;
Till, roused by vibrant touch from the unseen Power,
The spirit keen, freed from the painted dead,
On wings mounts up to reach its living Goal.
