Poems begining by A
/ page 148 of 345 /A Sleepless Night
© Alfred Austin
Within the hollow silence of the night
I lay awake and listened. I could hear
All Fools Day
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
The Sun called a beautiful Beam, that was playing
At the door of his golden-wall'd palace on high;
Anselmo
© James Whitcomb Riley
Years did I vainly seek the good Lord's grace--,
Prayed, fasted, and did penance dire and dread;
A Few Short Years From Now
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Say, art thou angry? words unkind
Have fallen upon thine ear,
Autumn Song
© Frances Anne Kemble
The merriest time of all the year
Is the time when the leaves begin to fall,
An Evening Walk
© William Wordsworth
Addressed To A Young Lady
FAR from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
A Fine Sight
© Edgar Albert Guest
I reckon the finest sight of all
That a man can see in this world of ours
At The Last Watch
© Rabindranath Tagore
Suddenly I found you had left behind by mistake
Your gold-mounted ivory walking stick.
If there were time, I thought,
You might come back from the station to look for it,
But not because
You had not seen me before going away.
A Fragment Of Simonides
© Henry James Pye
Danaë, with her infant Son Perseus, was exposed in a Vessel to the fury of the waves, by order of her Father Acrisius.
A Woman's Complaint
© Anonymous
I know that deep within your heart of hearts
You hold me shrined apart from common things,
And that my step, my voice, can bring to you
A gladness that no other pleasure brings.
A Little Bird I Am
© Louisa May Alcott
"A little bird I am,
Shut from the fields of air,
And in my cage I sit and sing
To Him who placed me there:
Well pleased a prisoner to be,
Because, my God, it pleases Thee!
Above The Vales
© Madison Julius Cawein
We went by ways of bygone days,
Up mountain heights of story,
Where lost in vague, historic haze,
Tradition, crowned with battle-bays,
Sat 'mid her ruins hoary.
Accolon Of Gaul: Part I
© Madison Julius Cawein
"Will love grow less when dead the roguish Spring,
Who from gay eyes sowed violets whispering;
Peach petals in wild cheeks, wan-wasted thro'
Of withering grief, laid lovely 'neath the dew,
Will love grow less?
A Man Doesn't Have Time In His Life
© Yehuda Amichai
A man doesn't have time in his life
to have time for everything.
He doesn't have seasons enough to have
a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes
Was wrong about that.
Absolutely Clear
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
Don't surrender your loneliness
So quickly.
Let it cut more deep.
An Heroic Epistle of Hudibras To His Lady
© Samuel Butler
I who was once as great as Caesar,
Am now reduc'd to Nebuchadnezzar;
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
For lo! the nations, the imperial nations
Of Europe, all imagine a vain thing,
Sitting thus blindly in their generations,
Serving an idol for their God and King.
Autumn
© Samuel Johnson
Alas! with swift and silent pace,
Impatient time rolls on the year;
The Seasons change, and Nature's face
Now sweetly smiles, now frowns severe.
A Girls' Grave
© Patrick Edward Quinn
What story is here of broken love,
What idyllic sad romance,
What arrow fretted the silken dove
That met with such grim mischance?