Poems begining by A
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A Business Deal
© George Ade
An ancient joker, grizzled and half-bald,
With the outward seeming and the attire
A Clock Striking Midnight
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Hark to the echo of Times footsteps; gone
Thise moments are into the unseen grave
Aftenen
© Johannes Ewald
Indsvøbt i al sin Skræk og vred, og vild,
Nedbruser han fra Bjergene O flye,
An Allegory
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
A portal as of shadowy adamant
Stands yawning on the highway of the life
Which we all tread, a cavern huge and gaunt;
A tall, strapping shot, you, considerate hunter...
© Boris Pasternak
A tall, strapping shot, you, considerate hunter,
Phantom with gun at the flood of my soul,
Do not destroy me now as a traitor,
As fodder for feeling, crumbled up small!
As banked clouds
© Saigyo
As banked clouds
are swept apart by the wind,
at dawn the sudden cry
of the first wild geese
winging across the mountains.
A Lamentacioun Of The Grene Tree, Complaynyng Of The Losyng Of Hire Appill.
© Thomas Hoccleve
Ofader god, how fers & how cruel, In whom the list or wilt, canst þou the make!Whom wilt thu spare? ne wot I neuere a deel,Sithe thu thi sone hast to the deth be-take,That the offended neuere, ne dide wrake, Or mystook him to the, or disobeyde,Ne to non othere dide he harm, or seide.
I had ioye éntiere, & also gladnesse, Whan þou be-took him me to clothe & wrappeIn mannës flesch. I wend, in sothfastnesse,Have had for euere Ioyë be the lappe;But now hath sorwe caught me with his trappe; Mi ioye hath made a permutaciounWith wepyng & eek lamentacioun.
A Fantasy
© Sara Teasdale
Her voice is like clear water
That drips upon a stone
In forests far and silent
Where Quiet plays alone.
A Valentine To My Wife
© Eugene Field
Accept, dear girl, this little token,
And if between the lines you seek,
You'll find the love I've often spoken
The love my dying lips shall speak.
A Farewell
© Samuel Rogers
Once more, enchanting girl, adieu!
I must be gone while yet I may,
Oft shall I weep to think of you;
But here I will not, cannot stay.
Ad Lesbiam, Cat. Ep. 73
© Richard Lovelace
AD LESBIAM, CAT. EP. 73.
Dicebas quondam, solum to nosse Catullum,
Lesbia, nec prae me velle tenere Jovem;
Dilexi tum te, non tantum ut vulgus amicam,
An Orson Of The Muse
© George Meredith
Her son, albeit the Muse's livery
And measured courtly paces rouse his taunts,
A Half-Way Pause
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The turn of noontide has begun.
In the weak breeze the sunshine yields.
A Sonnet
© James Kenneth Stephen
Two voices are there: one is of the deep;
It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody,
Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea,
Now bird-like pipes, now closes soft in sleep:
A Narrow Girdle Of Rough Stones And Crags,
© William Wordsworth
A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags,
A rude and natural causeway, interposed
A New Heaven (To-On Active Service)
© Wilfred Owen
-Let's die home, ferry across the Channel! Thus
Shall we live gods there. Death shall be no sev'rance.
Weary cathedrals light new shrines for us.
To us, rough knees of boys shall ache with rev'rence.
Are not girls' breasts a clear, strong Acropole?
-There our oun mothers' tears shall heal us whole.
