Poems begining by A
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A Brief Love Letter
© Nizar Qabbani
My darling, I have much to say
Where o precious one shall I begin ?
A Simile
© William Shenstone
What village but has sometimes seen
The clumsy shape, the frightful mien,
Anhelli - Chapter 4
© Juliusz Slowacki
Then, when they had taken off the coffin lids, Anhelli shuddered,
seeing that the dead were still in chains, and he said :
"Shaman, lo I am afraid lest these martyrs may never rise from the dead.
A Ballad Apout De Rowdies
© Charles Godfrey Leland
De moon shines ofer de cloudlens,
Und de cloudts plow ofer de sea,
Und I vent to Coney Island,
Und I took mein Schatz mit me.
A Camp In The Prussian Forest
© Randall Jarrell
I walk beside the prisoners to the road.
Load on puffed load,
Their corpses, stacked like sodden wood,
Lie barred or galled with blood
A Day Dream
© Carolyn Wells
Polly's patchwork--oh, dear me!--
Truly is a sight to see.
Rumpled, crumpled, soiled, and frayed--
Will the quilt be ever made?
See the stitches yawning wide--
Can it be that Polly _tried_?
Anticipation
© George Frederick Cameron
Anticipation is the oil that feeds
The flame of life. It is the Siren fair
A Hymn
© James Shirley
O fly, my Soul! What hangs upon
Thy drooping wings,
And weighs them down
With love of gaudy mortal things?
A Song
© Virna Sheard
Love maketh its own summer time,
'Tis June, Love, when we are together,
And little I care for the frost in the air,
For the heart makes its own summer weather.
A Flower Of A Day
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
OLD friend, that with a pale and pensile grace
Climbest the lush hedgerows, art thou back again,
Marking the slow round of the wond'rous years?
Didst beckon me a moment, silent flower?
A Versailles
© André Marie de Chénier
O Versaille, ô bois, ô portiques,
Marbres vivants, berceaux antiques,
Par les dieux et les rois Élysée embelli,
A ton aspect, dans ma pensée,
Comme sur l'herbe aride une fraîche rosée,
Coule un peu de calme et d'oubli.
A Study in the 'Nood'
© Henry Lawson
He was barewe dont want to be rude
(His condition was owing to drink)
A Song Of Home
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I am singing a song to the boys to-day,
A song of the home that is far away.
An Die J. L***
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Natuerlichs Ebenbild der Liebe!
Nimm hier dein kuenstlich Ebenbild;
A Good Father
© William Barnes
No; mind thy father. When his tongue
Is keen, he's still thy friend, John,
A little while, a little while
© Emily Jane Brontë
A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
Ay Momino! Hussain ka matam akheer hai
© Mir Babar Ali Anees
Ay Momino! Hussain ka matam akheer hai
Bazm e azaa e qibla e alam akheer hai
Shiyo! Shahe anaam ka matam akheer hai
Hain majlis e tamaam Moharram akheer hai
Uryaan sar hai fatah e badr o hunayn ka
De lo Batool e paak ko pursa Hussain ka
A Death in the Bush
© Henry Kendall
For, ere the early settlers came and stocked
These wilds with sheep and kine, the grasses grew
So that they took the passing pilgrim in
And whelmed him, like a running sea, from sight.
