Poems begining by A
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A May-Day Madrigal
© Robert Fuller Murray
The sun shines fair on Tweedside, the river flowing bright,
Your heart is full of pleasure, your eyes are full of light,
Your cheeks are like the morning, your pearls are like the dew,
Or morning and her dew-drops are like your pearls and you.
At The Funeral
© George Meredith
Her sacred body bear: the tenement
Of that strong soul now ranked with God's Elect
Her heart upon her people's heart she spent;
Hence is she Royalty's lodestar to direct.
Afterword For Weeds By The Wall
© Madison Julius Cawein
_What vague traditions do the golden eves.
What legends do the dawns
Inscribe in fire on Heaven's azure leaves,
The red sun colophons?_
A Geological Madrigal
© Francis Bret Harte
I have found out a gift for my fair;
I know where the fossils abound,
A Dialogue betwixt himself and Mistress Eliza Wheeler, under the name of Amarillis
© Robert Herrick
My dearest Love, since thou wilt go,
And leave me here behind thee;
For love or pity, let me know
The place where I may find thee.
A Good World
© Edgar Albert Guest
IT'S a good old world we're livin' in
With all its pain an' sorrow;
An Officer Sets Forth His Hard Lot
© Confucius
My way leads forth by the gate on the north;
My heart is full of woe.
I hav'n't a cent, begged, stolen, or lent,
And friends forget me so.
So let it be! 'tis Heaven's decree.
What can I say--a poor fellow like me?
America The Beautiful
© Katharine Lee Bates
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
A Boost For Modern Methods
© Edgar Albert Guest
In some respects the old days were perhaps ahead of these,
Before we got to wanting wealth and costly luxuries;
At Twilight
© Bliss William Carman
NOW the fire is lighted
On the chimney stone,
Day goes down the valley,
I am left alone.
An Epistle To Dr. Moore
© Helen Maria Williams
Whether dispensing hope, and ease
To the pale victim of disease,
Or in the social crowd you sit,
And charm the group with sense and wit,
Moore's partial ear will not disdain
Attention to my artless strain.
A Love Secret
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Love has its secrets, joy has its revealings.
How shall I speak of that which love has hid?
If my beloved shall return to greet me,
Deeds shall be done for her none ever did.
An Appearance
© Sylvia Plath
The smile of iceboxes annihilates me.
Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one!
I hear her great heart purr.
Autumn Days
© William Henry Drummond
In dreams of the night I hear the call
Of wild duck scudding across the lake,
In dreams I see the old convent wall,
Where Ottawa's waters surge and break.
A Portrait.
© Arthur Henry Adams
HER glance is equable, serene;
She looks at life with level brow;
She strides through circumstance a queen!
To compromise she cannot bow
Aux Freres De Pange
© André Marie de Chénier
Aujourd'hui qu'au tombeau je suis prêt à descendre,
Mes amis, dans vos mains je dépose ma cendre.
A Spring Song
© Mathilde Blind
Dark sod pierced by flames of flowers,
Dead wood freshly quickening,
Bright skies dusked with sudden showers,
Lit by rainbows on the wing.
A Leaf From Macquarie
© William Henry Ogilvie
A gumleaf from Warren, all withered and brown,
Fluttered out from a letter to-day,
And my heart has gone back where Macquarie winds down
By dusty red stock-route and sleepy grey town
Between banks where the river-oaks sway.
Allegra
© James Russell Lowell
I would more natures were like thine,
That never casts a glance before,
Thou Hebe, who thy heart's bright wine
So lavishly to all dost pour,
That we who drink forget to pine,
And can but dream of bliss in store.
