Poems begining by A
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A Birthday Gift
© Robert Fuller Murray
No gift I bring but worship, and the love
Which all must bear to lovely souls and pure,
Those lights, that, when all else is dark, endure;
Stars in the night, to lift our eyes above;
A Shropshire Lad XXXI: On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble
© Alfred Edward Housman
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the saplings double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
A Rocket in My Pocket
© Pierre Reverdy
I've got a rocket
In my pocket;
I cannot stop to play.
Away it goes!
I've burned my toes.
It's Independence Day.
April 18
© Sylvia Plath
and if my stomach would contract
because of some explicable phenomenon
such as pregnancy or constipation
Alaskan Balladry, No.1
© Eugene Field
The Northland reared his hoary head
And spied the Southland leagues away-
"Fairest of all fair brides," he said,
"Be thou my bride, I pray!"
A Song of a Young Lady to Her Ancient Lover
© John Wilmot
Ancient person, for whom I
All the flattering youth defy,
Long be it ere thou grow old,
Aching, shaking, crazy, cold;
But still continue as thou art,
Ancient person of my heart.
A Sonnet, to the Noble Lady, the Lady Mary Wroth
© Benjamin Jonson
I that have been a lover, and could show it,
Though not in these, in rhymes not wholly dumb,
A Legend of Service
© Henry Van Dyke
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!)
To hear, one day, report from those who came
A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General
© Jonathan Swift
His Grace! impossible! what dead!
Of old age too, and in his bed!
A Better Resurrection
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Adelaide Ironside.
© James Brunton Stephens
(Australian Painter. Born at Sydney, 17th November, 1831. Died at
Rome, 15th November, 1867.)
[GUARDIAN ANGEL.]
A Prayer for Rain
© Paul Eluard
Let it come down: these thicknesses of air
have long enough walled love away from love;
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The majesty of Rome to me is nought;
The imperial story of her conquering car
Touches me only with compassionate thought
For the doomed nations faded by her star.
A Dost O' Blues
© James Whitcomb Riley
I' got no patience with blues at all!
And I ust to kindo talk
AN ELEGY Upon Mrs. Kirk unfortunately drowned in Thames
© Henry King
For all the Ship-wracks, and the liquid graves
Lost men have gain'd within the furrow'd waves,
The Sea hath fin'd and for our wrongs paid use,
When its wrought foam a Venus did produce.
Aphrodite Metropolis (1)
© Kenneth Fearing
"Myrtle loves Harry"—It is sometimes hard to remember a thing like that,
Hard to think about it, and no one knows what to do with it when he has it,
As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life
© Walt Whitman
I perceive I have not really understood any thing, not a single object, and that no man ever can,
Nature here in sight of the sea taking advantage of me to dart upon me and sting me,
Because I have dared to open my mouth to sing at all.
