Poems begining by A
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A Garden Of Girls
© Edith Nesbit
KATE is like a violet, Gertrude's like a rose,
Jane is like a gillyflower smart;
A Womans Sonnets: X
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Love, ere I go, forgive me each least wrong,
Each trouble I unwittingly have wrought.
My heart, my life, my tears to thee belong;
Yet have I erred, maybe, through too fond thought.
A Back-Log Song
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
De axes has been ringin' in de woods de blessid day,
An' de chips has been a-fallin' fa' an' thick;
Alas! Where Have All The Years Gone
© Walther von der Vogelweide
Alas! Where have all the years gone?
Did I dream my life, or is it real?
Address To Certain Golfishes
© Hartley Coleridge
RESTLESS forms of living light
Quivering on your lucid wings,
Aristocrats: "I Think I Am Becoming A God"
© Keith Douglas
The noble horse with courage in his eye,
clean in the bone, looks up at a shellburst:
Address To A Maid
© Charles Mair
If those twin gardens of delight,
Thine eyes, were ever in my sight,
Astraea
© John Greenleaf Whittier
"Jove means to settle
Astraea in her seat again,
And let down his golden chain
An age of better metal."
Ben Johnson 1615
Among The Millet
© Archibald Lampman
The dew is gleaming in the grass,
The morning hours are seven,
And I am fain to watch you pass,
Ye soft white clouds of heaven.
April Night
© Archibald Lampman
Ah, soon, the teeming triumph! At my feet
The river with its stately sweep and wheel
Moves on slow-motioned, luminous, gray like steel.
From fields far off whose watery hollows gleam,
Aye with blown throats that make the long hours sweet,
The sleepless toads are murmuring in their dreams.
An Old Lesson From The Fields
© Archibald Lampman
Oh, light, I cried, and, heaven, with all your blue,
Oh, earth, with all your sunny fruitfulness,
And ye, tall lillies, of the wind-vexed field,
What power and beauty life indeed might yield,
Could we but cast away its conscious stress,
Simple of heart, becoming even as you.
Art Colours
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
On must we go: we search dead leaves,
We chase the sunset's saddest flames,
The nameless hues that o'er and o'er
In lawless wedding lost their names.
Ah, If You Knew
© Mathilde Blind
Ah, if you knew how soon and late
My eyes long for a sight of you
Sometimes in passing by my gate
You'd linger until fall of dew,
If you but knew!
A Song Of Sydney
© Ethel Castilla
High headlands all jealously hide thee,
O fairest of sea-girdled towns!
An April Day
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Breezes strongly rushing, when the North--West stirs,
Prophesying Summer to the shaken firs;
Blowing brows of forest, where soft airs are free,
Crowned with heavenly glimpses of the shining sea;
A Poor Excuse, But Our Own
© Franklin Pierce Adams
My right-hand neighbour hath a child,
A pretty child of five or six,
Not more than other children wild,
Nor fuller than the rest of tricks--
At five he rises, shine or rain,
And noisily plays "fire" or "train."
As In The Globe Embraced By Ocean
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
As is the globe embraced by ocean, so
Embraced is earthly life by dreams and fancies.
Night comes unsought, and at the shore's defences
The breakers strike blow after blow.
A Serious Question
© Carolyn Wells
A kitten went a-walking
One morning in July,
And idly fell a-talking
With a great big butterfly.
