Poems begining by A
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At Breakfast Time
© Edgar Albert Guest
My Pa he eats his breakfast
in a funny sort of way:
We hardly ever see him
at the first meal of the day.
Address To Kilchurn Castle, Upon Loch Awe
© William Wordsworth
CHILD of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream
Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour of rest
At the Long Sault: May, 1660
© Archibald Lampman
All night by the foot of the mountain
The little town lieth at rest,
The sentries are peacefully pacing;
And neither from East nor from West
Aphrodisiac
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Now, listen to me, folks...
Hear what I say.
You got to eat oysters everyday
They'll put your love life back on track
They're nature's own aphrodisiac.
A Pastoral Ode. To the Hon. Sir Richard Lyttleton
© William Shenstone
The morn dispensed a dubious light,
A sudden mist had stolen from sight
Each pleasing vale and hill;
When Damon left his humble bowers,
To guard his flocks, to fence his flowers,
Or check his wandering rill.
A Frostry Night
© Robert Graves
Mother: Alice, dear, what ails you,
Dazed and white and shaken?
Has the chill night numbed you?
Is it fright you have taken?
Ahndung der Genesung
© Friederike Brun
Rieselnde Quellen,
Spiegelt den hellen,
Liebend erröthenden Himmel zurück,
Spiegelt den dankvoll bethräneten Blick!
Apparitions
© John Kenyon
If, as they say, the Dead erewhile return,
Sent or permitted, from their shadowy bourn;
Abrahams Sacrifice
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
The noontide sun streamed brightly down
Moriahs mountain crest,
The golden blaze of his vivid rays
Tinged sacred Jordans breast;
While towering palms and flowerets sweet,
Drooped low neath Syrias burning heat.
An Ode Appropriate To A Festivity
© Confucius
The dew lies heavy all around,
Nor, till the sun shines, leaves the ground.
Far into night we feasting sit;
We drink, and none his place may quit.
Angel Tidings
© William Henry Drummond
Run, shepherds, run where Bethlehem blest appears.
We bring the best of news; be not dismayed;
A Manager's Perplexities
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Were I a king in very truth,
And had a son - a guileless youth -
A Lover's Quarrel Among the Fairies
© William Butler Yeats
Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly maid!
We will lead you hand in hand
By the willows in the glade,
By the gorse on the high land,
A Wintry Picture
© Alfred Austin
Now where the bare sky spans the landscape bare,
Up long brown fallows creeps the slow brown team,
An Invitation To Maecenas
© Eugene Field
Dear, noble friend! a virgin cask
Of wine solicits your attention;
A Childs Smile
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
A CHILD'S smile--nothing more;
Quiet, and soft, and grave, and seldom seen;
Like summer lightning o'er,
Leaving the little face again serene.
An Indian Story
© William Cullen Bryant
"I know where the timid fawn abides
In the depths of the shaded dell,
Where the leaves are broad and the thicket hides,
With its many stems and its tangled sides,
From the eye of the hunter well.
A Bird From The West
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
At the grey dawn, amongst the falling leaves,
A little bird outside my window swung,
High on a topmost branch he trilled his song,
And " Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!" ever sung.
