Poems begining by A
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A Rare Guest
© Alfred Austin
Love, that all men think they know,
Is a rare guest here below;
But with mortals when it stays,
These are its unerring ways.
A Little Scraping
© Robinson Jeffers
True, the time, to one who does not love farce,
And if misery must be prefers it nobler, shows apparent vices;
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - June
© George MacDonald
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FROM thine, as then, the healing virtue goes
Astrophel's Song Of Phyllida And Corydon
© Nicholas Breton
Fair in a morn (O fairest morn!),
Was never morn so fair,
At the Wedding
© Edgar Albert Guest
There was weepin' by the women that the crowd could plainly see,
An' old William's throat was chokin' an' his eyes were watery,
An' he couldn't hardly answer when the parson made him say
Who it was on that occasion was to give the girl away.
Another April
© James Merrill
The panes flash, tremble with your ghostly passage
Through them, an x-ray sheerness billowing, and I have risen
A Hymn in Praise of Neptune
© Thomas Campion
OF Neptune's empire let us sing,
At whose command the waves obey;
Autumn Sadness
© Emma Lazarus
Air and sky are swathed in gold
Fold on fold,
Light glows through the trees like wine.
Earth, sun-quickened, swoons for bliss
'Neath his kiss,
Breathless in a trance divine.
Artegal And Elidure
© William Wordsworth
WHERE be the temples which, in Britain's Isle,
For his paternal Gods, the Trojan raised?
Ave Maria
© Alfred Austin
In the ages of Faith, before the day
When men were too proud to weep or pray,
A Letter To Yvor Winters
© Kenneth Rexroth
Again tonight I read Before Disaster,
The tense memento of a will
Thats striven thirty years to master
One chaos with one spirits skill.
A Grammarian's Funeral Shortly After The Revival Of Learning
© Robert Browning
Let us begin and carry up this corpse,
Singing together.
A Gravestone Upon The Floor In The Cloisters Of Worcester Cathedral
© William Wordsworth
"MISERRIMUS," and neither name nor date,
Prayer, text, or symbol, graven upon the stone;
An Octopus
© Marianne Clarke Moore
of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat,
it lies "in grandeur and in mass"
At Moonrise And Onwards
© Thomas Hardy
I thought you a fire
On Heron-Plantation Hill,
Dealing out mischief the most dire
To the chattels of men of hire
There in their vill.
A May Night on the Mountains
© Henry Lawson
Tis a wonderful time when these hours begin,
These long small hours of night,
Anhelli - Chapter 11
© Juliusz Slowacki
Then the Shaman, having finished the burial of the dead men,
sought him with his eyes ;
and seeing hirn nowhere, went up on the hill.
Adventure
© Alice Guerin Crist
We found one evening, in the scrub,
a road the timber-getters made,
a winding, dim, mysterious track,
and we raced down it, half afraid.
Auld Lang Syne
© Robert Burns
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
After Arguing Against The Contention That Art Must Come From Discontent
© William Stafford
Whispering to each handhold, I'll be back,
I go up the cliff in the dark. One place
