Poems begining by A
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Above The Storm
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE winds of the winter have breathed their dirges
Far over the wood and the leaf-strown plain;
They have passed, forlorn, by the mountain verges
Down to the shores of the moaning main;
An Experiment In Translation
© Alfred Austin
Blest husbandmen! if they but knew their bliss!
For whom, from war remote, fair-minded Earth
Appearances
© Lesbia Harford
I hated them when I was four years old,
The bright pink berries on the pepper tree.
And now they seem quite beautiful to me.
My tower of dreams when I was four years old
Atonement
© Aline Murray Kilmer
WHEN a storm comes up at night and the wind is crying,
When the trees are moaning like masts on laboring ships,
I wake in fear and put out my hand to find you
With your name on my lips.
Across the Western Plains I Must Wander
© Anonymous
It's ah ! for my grog, my jolly, jolly grog,
It's ah ! for my beer and tobacco;
I spent all my tin in the shanty drinking gin,
Now across the western plains I must wander.
A Song
© Joseph Brodsky
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
At Beauty's Bar As I Did Stand
© George Gascoigne
AT Beauty's bar as I did stand,
When False Suspect accused,
``George,'' quod the judge, ``hold up thy hand;
Thou art arraigned of flattery.
Tell therefore how thou wilt be tried.
Whose judgment here wilt thou abide?''
A Prayer
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Often the western wind has sung to me,
There have been voices in the streams and meres,
And pitiful trees have told me, God, of Thee :
And I heard not. Oh ! open Thou mine ears.
A Dilettante
© Augusta Davies Webster
Good friend, be patient: goes the world awry?
well, can you groove it straight with all your pains?
and, sigh or scold, and, argue or intreat,
what have you done but waste your part of life
on impotent fool's battles with the winds,
that will blow as they list in spite of you?
A Wedding In War-Time
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Our God who made two lovers in a garden,
And smote them separate and set them free,
Alas, So Long!
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
AH! dear one, we were young so long,
It seemed that youth would never go,
A Memory.
© Robert Crawford
She had an other-worldly air,
So like a flower she grew,
As if her thoughts and feelings were
The only life she knew.
Arties "Amen"
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THEY were Methodists twain, of the ancient school,
Who always followed the wholesome rule
That whenever the preacher in meeting said
Aught that was good for the heart or head
His hearers should pour their feelings out
In a loud "Amen" or a godly shout.
Alienation
© Katharine Tynan
For the first time since he was born
Her son, her rose without a thorn,
They are at variance, they who were
Always such closest friends and dear.
Another face is in his dreams
Under the sunbeams and moonbeams.
A Psalm Of Labouring Life
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Tell me not, in doctored numbers,
Life is but a name for work!
For the labour that encumbers
Me I wish that I could shirk.
