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Al Nist by the Rose
© Anonymous
Al nist by the rose, rose,Al nist bi the rose I lay.Darf Ich noust the rose steleAnt yet Ich bar the flour away.
Adieu Vain World I've Seen Enough of Thee
© Anonymous
Cheltenham. This Stone is erected By the Voluntary Contribution of Servants To the Memory of WILLIAM DAVIS, who died in the service of Major Webber, August 21st, 1798, Aged 47 years.
Adam Lay Ibounden
© Anonymous
Adam lay ibounden,Bounden in a bond.Four thousand winterThoght he not too long.
An A B C, for Baby Patriots
© Ames Mary Frances Leslie
A is the Army That dies for the Queen;It's the very best Army That ever was seen,
Amy Margaret's Five Years Old
© William Allingham
Amy Margaret's five years old,Amy Margaret's hair is gold,Dearer twenty-thousand-fold Than gold, is Amy Margaret
Angels don't have fun (#14a)
© Agnew Wendy Jane
Angels don't have funcause they're always prayingand crows have lots of funbut they get shot at
An Account of the Greatest English Poets (complete)
© Joseph Addison
Since, dearest Harry, you will needs requestA short account of all the muse possess'd;That, down from Chaucer's days to Dryden's times,Have spent their noble rage in British rhymes;Without more preface, wrote in formal length,To speak the undertaker's want of strength,I'll try to make their sev'ral beauties known,And show their verses' worth, though not my own
Alone?
© Adams Mary Electa
The sunlight through the open doorComes in, and streams along the floor,The slant rays of a falling August sunWell-nigh throughout its sultry circuit run;And hushed is every sound of breeze or leaf or bird,Save the low trill of insects, past the lattice heard, In the dry grass As the hours pass
A Psalm of Freudian Life
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Tell me not in mormonful numbers "Life is but an empty dream!"To a student of the slumbers Things are never what they seem.
Anglosaxon Street
© Earle Birney
Dawndrizzle ended dampness steams fromblotching brick and blank plasterwasteFaded housepatterns hoary and finickyunfold stuttering stick like a phonograph
A Lazy Day
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
THE trees bend down along the stream,
Where anchored swings my tiny boat.
A Prayer To Saint Rosa
© Lesbia Harford
When I am so worn out I cannot sleep
And yet I know I have to work next day
A Melody By Scarlatti
© Aldous Huxley
HOW clear under the trees,
How softly the music flows,
Rippling from one still pool to another
Into the lake of silence.
A Spring Song And A Later
© James Whitcomb Riley
She sang a song of May for me,
Wherein once more I heard
A Very Youthful Affair
© James Whitcomb Riley
I'm bin a-visitun 'bout a week
To my little Cousin's at Nameless Creek,
An' I'm got the hives an' a new straw hat,
An' I'm come back home where my beau lives at.
