Poems begining by A
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All The Talents
© George Canning
When the broad-bottom'd Junto, with reason at strife,
Resign'd, with a sigh, its political life;
When converted to Rome, and of honesty tired,
They gave back to the Devil the soul he inspired.
Annie Protheroe. A Legend of Stratford-le-Bow
© William Schwenck Gilbert
OH! listen to the tale of little ANNIE PROTHEROE.
She kept a small post-office in the neighbourhood of BOW;
She loved a skilled mechanic, who was famous in his day -
A gentle executioner whose name was GILBERT CLAY.
An Afternoon at the Beach
© Edgar Bowers
I’ll go among the dead to see my friend.
The place I leave is beautiful: the sea
Repeats the winds’ far swell in its long sound,
And, there beside it, houses solemnly
Shine with the modest courage of the land,
While swimmers try the verge of what they see.
Amoretti LXXXI: Fayre is my love, when her fayre golden heares
© Edmund Spenser
Fayre is my love, when her fayre golden heares,
With the loose wynd ye waving chance to marke:
Address to Leopold VII.
© Walther von der Vogelweide
To me is barr'd the door of joy and ease;
There stand I as an orphan, lone, forlorn,
Ave Atque Vale
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
In Memory of Charles Baudelaire
Nous devrions pourtant lui porter quelques fleurs;
Les morts, les pauvres morts, ont de grandes douleurs,
Et quand Octobre souffle, émondeur des vieux arbres,
And Thus In Nineveh
© Ezra Pound
Aye! I am a poet and upon my tomb
Shall maidens scatter rose leaves
And men myrtles, ere the night
Slays day with her dark sword.
A Story About Chicken Soup
© Louis Simpson
In my grandmother’s house there was always chicken soup
And talk of the old country—mud and boards,
Ancient Wisdom, Rather Cosmic
© Ezra Pound
So-shu dreamed,
And having dreamed that he was a bird, a bee, and a butterfly,
He was uncertain why he should try to feel like anything else,
America
© Allen Ginsberg
America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.
America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956.
Address to the Devil
© Robert Burns
O thou! whatever title suit thee,—
Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!
Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,
Clos'd under hatches,
Spairges about the brunstane cootie
To scaud poor wretches!
A Promise. "By the pure spring, whose haunted waters flow"
© Frances Anne Kemble
By the pure spring, whose haunted waters flow
Through thy sequestered dell unto the sea,
Amoretti XXIII: Penelope for her Ulisses sake
© Edmund Spenser
Penelope for her Ulisses sake,
Devizd a Web her wooers to deceave:
A Man Who Would Woo a Fair Maid
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A man who would woo a fair maid,
Should 'prentice himself to the trade;
A Lecture upon the Shadow
© John Donne
Stand still, and I will read to thee
A lecture, love, in love's philosophy.
"A child in nature, as a child in years"
© Robert Laurence Binyon
A child in nature, as a child in years,
If on past hours she turn remembering eyes,
She but beholds sweet joys or gentle tears,
Flower hiding flower in her pure memories.
