Poems begining by A
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Alexander And Lycon
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
What, no crown won,
These two whole years,
By man of fortitude beyond his peers,
In Thrace or Macedon?
Against Frivolous Pursuits
© Confucius
Like splendid robes appear the wings
Of the ephemeral fly;
And such the pomp of those great men,
Which soon in death shall lie!
I grieve! Would they but come to me!
To teach them I should try.
After Blenheim
© Robert Southey
It was a summer evening,
Old Kaspar's work was done,
And he before his cottage door
Was sitting in the sun,
And by him sported on the green
His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
A Christmas Carol
© George MacDonald
Babe Jesus lay in Mary's lap,
The sun shone in his hair;
And this was how she saw, mayhap,
The crown already there.
An Apology For Not Showing Her What I Had Wrote
© William Cowper
Did not my Muse (what can she less?)
Perceive her own unworthiness,
A Boys Hopes
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Dear mother, dry those flowing tears,
They grieve me much to see;
A Poem To Be Said On Hearing The Birds Sing
© Douglas Hyde
A FRAGRANT prayer upon the air
My child taught me,
A Greyport Legend
© Francis Bret Harte
They ran through the streets of the seaport town,
They peered from the decks of the ships that lay;
Alains Choice
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
By the side of a silvery streamlet,
That flowed through meadows green,
Art and Heart
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover,
It is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over.
Though smooth be the heartless prayer, no ear in Heaven will mind it,
And the finest phrase falls dead if there is no feeling behind it.
Angels
© George MacDonald
Came of old to houses lonely
Men with wings, but did not show them:
Angels come to our house, only,
For their wings, they do not know them!
Almer Mater
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Know you her secret none can utter?
Hers of the Book, the tripled Crown?
A Bouquet
© Henry Timrod
Take first a Cowslip, then an Asphodel,
A bridal Rose, some snowy Orange flowers;
Artemis
© Gerard de Nerval
La Treizième revient... C'est encor la première;
Et c'est toujours la seule, ou c'est le seul moment;
A Valuable Gift
© Carolyn Wells
Old Father Time, one day
In his study, so they say,
Was indulging in a surreptitious nap,
When from his drowsy dreams
He was wakened, as it seems,
By a timid but persistent little rap.
Anniversary by Cecilia Woloch: American Life in Poetry #204 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Memories form around details the way a pearl forms around a grain of sand, and in this commemoration of an anniversary, Cecilia Woloch reaches back to grasp a few details that promise to bring a cherished memory forward, and succeeds in doing so. The poet lives and teaches in southern California.
Anniversary
A Winning Goal
© William Henry Ogilvie
What though 'twas luck as much as skill that gathered up the pass,
Before us lies an open goal and eighty yards of grass.
Now, all ye gods of Hurlingham, come hearken to my call.
Give pace unto the twinkling feet that fly before them all!
A Real Thriller
© Edgar Albert Guest
We were speakin' of excitement, an' the hair upliftin' thrills
That sorter dot life's landscape, like the bill board ads. for pills,
A Wreath Of Sonnets (10/14)
© France Preseren
Frail growth these blossoms had, so sad and few:
As when on some warm February day
An early rose unfolds her petals gay,
Enjoying for a space the sun anew,
At the Tug-0-War
© Henry Lawson
My mates were strong and plucky chaps, but very soon I knew
That our opponents had the weight and strength to pull them through;
The boys were losing surely and defeat was very near,
When, high above the mighty roar, I heard the old man cheer!
