Poems begining by A
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A un homme partant pour la chasse
© Victor Marie Hugo
Oui, l'homme est responsable et rendra compte un jour.
Sur cette terre où l'ombre et l'aurore ont leur tour,
Sois l'intendant de Dieu, mais l'intendant honnête.
Tremble de tout abus de pouvoir sur la bête.
At A Poet's Grave
© Francis Ledwidge
When I leave down this pipe my friend
And sleep with flowers I loved, apart,
My songs shall rise in wilding things
Whose roots are in my heart.
At Dawn
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
The dawn is here! I climb the hill;
The earth is young and strangely still;
A tender green is showing where
But yesterday my fields were bare. . . .
I climb and, as I climb, I sing;
The dawn is here, and with it - spring!
At Night
© Alice Meynell
Home, home from the horizon far and clear,
Hither the soft wings sweep;
Flocks of the memories of the day draw near
The dovecote doors of sleep.
Anguish
© Adelaide Crapsey
Keep thou
Thy tearless watch
All night but when blue-dawn
Breathes on the silver moon, then weep!
Then weep!
A Self Accuser
© John Donne
Your mistress, that you follow whores, still taxeth
you ;
'Tis strange that she should thus confess it, though 't be true.
A Strike Rhyme
© Lesbia Harford
The strike's done.
The men won.
The ships sail the sea
To bring back
A Dream Lesson
© Carolyn Wells
Once there was a little boy who wouldn't go to bed,
When they hinted at the subject he would only shake his head,
When they asked him his intentions, he informed them pretty straight
That he wouldn't go to bed at all, and Nursey needn't wait.
A Childs Song
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The starlings they have come to town,
With polka dots on their robes of brown;
April Byeway
© Edmund Blunden
Friend whom I never saw, yet dearest friend,
Be with me travelling on the byeway now
A Requiem
© Herman Melville
_For Soldiers lost in Ocean Transports_
When, after storms that woodlands rue,
A Patriot
© Hristo Botev
A patriot be - for knowledge, freedom,
The soul's too small a price to pay!
Mind you, not his soul, my brothers,
The nation's soul he'll give away!
A Poem Beginning With A Line From Pindar
© Robert Duncan
But the eyes in Goyas painting are soft,
diffuse with rapture absorb the flame.
Their bodies yield out of strength.
Waves of visual pleasure
wrap them in a sorrow previous to their impatience.
Animal Cansado
© Alfonsina Storni
Quiero un amor feroz de garra y diente
Que me asalte a traición a pleno día
Y que sofoque esta soberbia mía
este orgullo de ser todo pudiente.
A Sang 'O Zion
© George MacDonald
Ane by ane they gang awa;
The getherer gethers grit and sma':
Ane by ane maks ane and a'!
A Mother In Egypt
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
"About midnight will I go out into the midst of Egypt: and all the firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sitteth upon the throne, even unto the firstborn of the maid-servant that is behind the mill."
An Impromptu - II
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
AT THE WALCKER DINNER UPON THE
COMPLETION OF THE GREAT ORGAN
A Little Grey Curl
© Louisa May Alcott
A little grey curl from my father's head
I find unburned on the hearth,
