Poems begining by A
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As By Fire
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Sometimes I feel so passionate a yearning
For spiritual perfection here below,
This vigorous frame, with healthful fervor burning,
Seems my determined foe,
A Thaw
© Peter McArthur
THE farm-house fire is dull and black,
The trailing smoke rolls white and low
A Preference
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'D rather be considered dull
Than use my brain denouncing things;
A Vision Of Repentance
© Charles Lamb
I saw a famous fountain, in my dream,
Where shady path-ways to a valley led;
A weeping willow lay upon that stream,
And all around the fountain brink were spread
Wide branching trees, with dark green leaf rich clad,
Forming a doubtful twilight-desolate and sad.
Abdul Abulbul Amir
© William Percy French
The sons of the Prophet are brave men and bold
And quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah,
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.
A Light In The Attic
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
There's a light on in the attic.
Thought the house is dark and shuttered,
I can see a flickerin' flutter,
And I know what it's about.
A Serenade To My Mother
© Yeghishe Charents
I remember your old face
My precious mother and very sweet
With light wrinkles and lines
My precious one and very sweet.
A Prayer
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
O LORD, the hard-won miles
Have worn my stumbling feet:
Oh, soothe me with thy smiles,
And make my life complete.
Ante Mortem
© Robinson Jeffers
It is likely enough that lions and scorpions
Guard the end; life never was bonded to be endurable nor the
At Vespers
© Madison Julius Cawein
High up in the organ-story
A girl stands slim and fair;
And touched with the casement's glory
Gleams out her radiant hair.
A Revolutionary Hero
© James Russell Lowell
Old Joe is gone, who saw hot Percy goad
His slow artillery up the Concord road,
A Voyage To Cythera
© Charles Baudelaire
My heart soared with joy, like a bird in flight,
haunting the rigging sliding by:
The ship swayed under a cloudless sky,
like an angel, dazed by radiant light.
At William Maclennan's Grave
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Here where the cypress tall
Shadows the stucco wall,
Bronze and deep,
Where the chrysanthemums blow,
And the roses--blood and snow--
He lies asleep.
A Hymn
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Lead gently, Lord, and slow,
For oh, my steps are weak,
And ever as I go,
Some soothing sentence speak;
At Parting
© Edith Nesbit
Go, since you must, but, Dearest, know
That, Honour having bid you go,
Your honour, if your life be spent,
Shall have a costly monument.
A Beavy Of The Fair & Gay
© Thomas Parnell
A Beavy of the fair & Gay,
Such as are daily Smoakt in tea,
