Poems begining by A
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An Eastern Ballad
© Allen Ginsberg
I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.
A Masque Of Shadows
© Arthur Symons
Poor helpless Shadow of Deceit,
The shadow of no magic flower,
I End you, Helen, in the Street
This unanointed sacred, hour:
Here where the dust of trodden feet
Desecrates the street.
A Song : On The Green Margin
© William Cowper
On the green margin of the brook,
Despairing Phyllida reclined,
Whilst every sigh, and every look,
Declared the anguish of her mind.
A Death Song
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass,
Whah de branch 'll go a-singin' as it pass.
An' w'en I's a-layin' low,
I kin hyeah it as it go
Singin', "Sleep, my honey, tek yo' res' at las'."
April
© John Crowe Ransom
SAVOR of love is thick on the April air,
The blunted boughs dispose their lacy bloom,
Alter-Ego
© Cesare Pavese
From morning till evening he saw the tattoo
on his silky chest: a russet woman,
A Worn-Out Pencil
© James Whitcomb Riley
Welladay!
Here I lay
You at rest--all worn away,
O my pencil, to the tip
Of our old companionship!
Armorel
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
She shall glide the garden down,
Treading softly, treading slow,
And with silent feet shall go
Past the Mary-lilies white,
Past the pansies, gold and brown,
Grown for her delight.
A Rhymed Lesson (Urania)
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Are angel faces, silent and serene,
Bent on the conflicts of this little scene,
Whose dream-like efforts, whose unreal strife,
Are but the preludes to a larger life?
A Roadside Near Ithaca
© William Matthews
Here we picked wild strawberries,
though in my memory we're neither here
An Epitaph 2 (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
Take to thy bosom, gentle earth, a swain
With much hard labor in thy service worn!
A Hungry Day
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
I MIND him well, he was a quare ould chap,
Come like meself from swate ould Erin's sod;
He hired me wanst to help his harvest in-
The crops was fine that summer, praised be God!
"A Little While I Fain Would Linger Yet."
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
A LITTLE while (my life is almost set!)
I fain would pause along the downward way,
Musing an hour in this sad sunset-ray,
While, Sweet! our eyes with tender tears are wet;
A little hour I fain would linger yet.
A Parody
© William Shenstone
When first, Philander, first I came
Where Avon rolls his winding stream,
Arcady
© Edgar Albert Guest
Where is the road to Arcady,
Where is the path that leads to peace,
Where shall I find the bliss to be,
Where shall the weary wanderings cease?
These are the questions that come to me,
Where is the road to Arcady?
At Algeciras - A Meditaton Upon Death
© William Butler Yeats
The heron-billed pale cattle-birds
That feed on some foul parasite
Of the Moroccan flocks and herds
Cross the narrow Straits to light
In the rich midnight of the garden trees
Till the dawn break upon those mingled seas.
Absence
© Matthew Arnold
IN THIS fair strangers eyes of grey
Thine eyes, my love, I see.
I shudder: for the passing day
Had borne me far from thee.
