Poems begining by A
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A Pauper
© Allen Tate
I see him old, trapped in a burly house
Cold in the angry spitting of a rain
Come down these sixty years.
A Sylvan Scene (II.)
© Theocritus
They spying on a mountain wild
Wood of various kinds of trees,
Found under a smooth rock
A perennial spring,
April Song
© Sara Teasdale
Willow in your April gown
Delicate and gleaming,
Do you mind in years gone by
All my dreaming?
A Hidden Life
© George MacDonald
Ah God! when Beauty passes by the door,
Although she ne'er came in, the house grows bare.
Shut, shut the door; there's nothing in the house.
Why seems it always that it should be ours?
A secret lies behind which Thou dost know,
And I can partly guess.
A Farewell To Arms: To Queen Elizabeth
© George Peele
His golden locks Time hath to silver turnd;
O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
His youth gainst time and age hath ever spurnd,
But spurnd in vain; youth waneth by increasing:
Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen;
Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.
As Created
© James Whitcomb Riley
There's a space for good to bloom in
Every heart of man or woman,--
An Entreaty
© Confucius
Along the great highway,
I hold you by the cuff.
O spurn me not, I pray,
Nor break old friendship off.
Another Spring Carol
© Alfred Austin
Now Winter hath drifted
To bygone years,
And the sod is uplifted
By crocus spears;
And out of the hive the bee wings humming,
And we know that the Spring, the Spring, is coming.
A Lay Of St. Nicholas
© Richard Harris Barham
Lord Abbot! Lord Abbot! I'd fain confess;
I am a-weary, and worn with woe;
Many a grief doth my heart oppress,
And haunt me whithersoever I go!'
An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars
© James Russell Lowell
Luck, my dear Norton, still makes shifts,
To mix a mortal with her gifts,
Which he may find who duly sifts.
An Old Idea
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
STREAM of my life, dull, placid river, flow!
I have no fear of the ingulfing seas:
Neither I look before me nor behind,
But, lying mute with wave-dipped hand, float on.
Art And Politics
© Carl Michael Bellman
"Good servant Mollberg, what's happened to thee,
Whom without coat and hatless I see?
A young Fir-Wood
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THESE little firs to-day are things
To clasp into a giant's cap,
Ante Aram
© Rupert Brooke
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper,
Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies,
Incense of dirges, prayers that are as holy myrrh.
A Hymn to Contentment
© Thomas Parnell
Lovely, lasting peace, appear!
This world itself, if thou art here,
Is once again with Eden blest,
And man contains it in his breast.
