Poems begining by A
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A Parting Song
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
When will ye think of me, my friends?
When will ye think of me?
A Winter's Day
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Across the hills and down the narrow ways,
And up the valley where the free winds sweep,
A Roman Winter-Piece
© Eugene Field
See, Thaliarch mine, how, white with snow,
Soracte mocks the sullen sky;
How, groaning loud, the woods are bowed,
And chained with frost the rivers lie.
An Autumnal Simile
© Victor Marie Hugo
The leaves that in the lonely walks were spread,
Starting from off the ground beneath the tread,
Coursed o'er the garden-plain;
Thus, sometimes, 'mid the soul's deep sorrowings,
Our soul a moment mounts on wounded wings,
Then, swiftly, falls again.
At The Linn-Side
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O LIVING, living water,
So busy and so bright,
Aye flashing in the morning beams,
And sounding through the night;
"A Brave Refrain"
© James Whitcomb Riley
When the skillet seethes, and a blubbering hot
Tilts the lid of the coffee-pot,
And the scent of the buckwheat cake grows plain--
O then is the time for a brave refrain!
A Man's A Man For A' That
© Charles Mackay
"A man's a man," says Robert Burns,
"For a' that and a' that";
A Lesson In Drawing
© Nizar Qabbani
My son lays down his pens, his crayon box in
front of me
and asks me to draw a homeland for him.
The brush trembles in my hands
and I sink, weeping.
Achievement.
© Robert Crawford
In life's exigencies men have been known
To pass themselves, and to attain to more
Than hope; as if in combat with the gods
The god in them secured supremacy.
A Farewell
© Alfred Austin
Hark! What is that we hear?
A quick-jerked, jocund peal,
Making the fretted church tower reel,
Telling the wakeful of a young New Year,
Young, but of lusty birth,
To face the masked vicissitudes of earth.
Angels At The Foot
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Angels at the foot,
And Angels at the head,
And like a curly little lamb
My pretty babe in bed.
A Ballad Of The Wailing Ghost
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
An evil prayer rose to my lip
"Lord! This my soul's relief,
To hold her slender hands in mine,
And know her secret grief."
A Book of Dreams: Part II
© George MacDonald
A great church in an empty square,
A place of echoing tones;
Feet pass not oft enough to wear
The grass between the stones.
A National Song for Australia Felix
© Anonymous
Dark over the face of Nature sublime
Reign'd tyranny, warfare, and every crime;
The world a desert - no oasis green
A man-loving soul on its surface had seen;
A Postscript unto the Reader
© Michael Wigglesworth
And now good Reader, I return again
To talk with thee, who hast been at the pain
After The Burial
© James Russell Lowell
YES, faith is a goodly anchor;
When skies are sweet as a psalm,
At the bows it lolls so stalwart,
In bluff, broad-shouldered calm.
A Statue In The Garden
© Eleanor Agnes Lee
I was a goddess ere the marble found me.
Wind, wind, delay not!
Waft my spirit where the laurel crowned me!
Will the wind stay not?
A Military Camp in Egypt
© Leon Gellert
The moving hours move slowly by the palms.
The lazy Nile laps softly as it flows.
