Poems begining by A
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Absence: A Farewell Ode On Quitting School For Jesus College
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Where graced with many a classic spoil
Cam rolls his reverend stream along,
I haste to urge the learned toil
That sternly chides my love-lorn song:
A Cure At Porlock
© Amy Clampitt
For whatever did itthe cider
at the Ship Inn, where the crowd
from the bar that night had overflowed
singing into Southeys Corner, or
A Child Screening A Dove From A Hawk. By Stewardson
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
AY, screen thy favourite dove, fair child,
Ay, screen it if you may,--
Yet I misdoubt thy trembling hand
Will scare the hawk away.
Ave et Vale
© Muriel Stuart
FAREWELL is said! Yea, but I cannot take
All that my Greeting gave.
In you hath Hope her doom and Joy her grave;
Still you go crowned with old imaginings,
Clad in the purple that young passion flings
About the sorriest god that Love can make.
A Deity
© Lesbia Harford
Sometimes I think God has his days
For being friends.
He says: "Forgive my careless ways.
No one pretends
At Night
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Whut time 'd dat clock strike? Nine? Noeight;
I didn't think hit was so late.
A Parent Reprimanded
© James Whitcomb Riley
Sometimes I think 'at Parents does
Things ist about as bad as _us_--
Angelique
© Heinrich Heine
Although you hurried coldly past me,
Your eyes looked backward and askance;
Your lips were curiously parted,
Though stormy pride was in your glance.
A timid grace sits trembling in her eye
© Charles Lamb
A timid grace sits trembling in her eye,
As loath to meet the rudeness of men's sight,
Aunt Eliza
© Harry Graham
In the drinking-well
(Which the plumber built her)
Aunt Eliza fell, --
We must buy a filter.
An honest Valentine
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
Returned from the Dead-Letter Office
THANK you for your kindness,
Lady fair and wise,
Though love's famed for blindness,
A Dream Of Heaven
© Alice Guerin Crist
They tell of harps and golden crowns, and singing,
But oh, I think, when ends the strife and pain,
That our dear Lord will lead the souls that love Him
Where are green grass and trees, and soft spring rain;
After Death
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE passionate sobs of the dear friends that came
To look their last upon my living frame,
And catch the fainting accents of my breath,
That fluttered in the atmosphere of death,
A Prayer
© Archibald Lampman
Oh mother, who wast long before our day,
And after us full many an age shalt be.
Careworn and blind, we wander from thy way:
Born of thy strength, yet weak and halt are we
Grant us, oh mother, therefore, us who pray,
Some little of thy light and majesty.
An Old Love
© Carolyn Wells
Priscilla, Auntie's promised me
A brand-new Paris doll;
And though I love you, yet you see
I cannot keep you all.
An Irregular Ode, After Sickness
© William Shenstone
-Melius, bunny venerit ipsa, canemus.-Virg.
Imitation.
His wish'd-for presence will improve the song.
