Poems begining by A
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Astrophel and Stella: XV
© Sir Philip Sidney
You that do search for every purling spring
Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows,
Astrophel and Stella: XLI
© Sir Philip Sidney
Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance
Guided so well that I obtain'd the prize,
Astrophel and Stella: XCII
© Sir Philip Sidney
Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware,
That you allow me them by so small rate?
Astrophel and Stella: LXXI
© Sir Philip Sidney
Who will in fairest book of nature know
How virtue may best lodg'd in beauty be,
Astrophel and Stella: LXIV
© Sir Philip Sidney
No more, my dear, no more these counsels try;
Oh, give my passions leave to run their race;
Astrophel and Stella: III
© Sir Philip Sidney
Let dainty wits cry on the sisters nine,
That, bravely mask'd, their fancies may be told;
Astrophel and Stella VII: WhenNature Made her Chief Work
© Sir Philip Sidney
When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes,
In colour black why wrapt she beams so bright?
Astrophel and Stella LXXXIV: HIGHWAY
© Sir Philip Sidney
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be,
And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet,
Astrophel and Stella
© Sir Philip Sidney
Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes entendeth,
Which now my breast, surcharg'd, to musick lendeth!
To you, to you, all song of praise is due,
Only in you my song begins and endeth.
A Dream of the Unknown
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I DREAM'D that as I wander'd by the way
Bare winter suddenly was changed to spring,
A young heart with an old soul
© Tupac Shakur
How can there be peace?
How can I be in the depths of solitude
When there are two inside of me?
This duo in me causes the perfect opportunity
To learn and live twice as fast
As those who accept simplicity...
A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
© Adrienne Rich
My swirling wants. Your frozen lips.
The grammar turned and attacked me.
Themes, written under duress.
Emptiness of the notations.
All because i loved you
© Olu Oguibe
once i wrote with the irreverence of youth
and the fire of a heart burning to ash
A Good Knight In Prison
© William Morris
Still strain the banner-poles
Through the wind's song,
Westward the banner rolls
Over my wrong.
America
© Claude McKay
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
A Sincere Man Am I
© José Martí
A sincere man am I
From the land where palm trees grow,
And I want before I die
My soul's verses to bestow.
At Mass
© Vachel Lindsay
No doubt to-morrow I will hide
My face from you, my King.
Let me rejoice this Sunday noon,
And kneel while gray priests sing.
