Poems begining by A
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Another Reason Why I Don't Keep A Gun In The House
© Billy Collins
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
A Sailor's Life
© Harry Kemp
Oh, a sailor hasn't much to brag -
An oilskin suit and a dunnage bag.
But, howsoever humble he be,
By the Living God, he has the sea!
A Fragment: To Music
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Silver key of the fountain of tears,
Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild;
Softest grave of a thousand fears,
Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy child,
Is laid asleep in flowers.
A Coming Reunion
© Edgar Albert Guest
Jims made good in the world out there, an' Kate has a man that's true,
No better, of course, than she deserves; she's rich, but she's happy, too;
Fred is manager, full-fledged nowhe's boss of a big concern
An' I lose my breath when I think sometimes of the money that he can earn;
Cleverthe word don't mean enough to tell what they really are,
Clever, an' honest an' good an' kindif you doubt me, ask their Ma.
A Hymn For Christmas Morning
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
IT is the Christmas time:
And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth,
In glorious grief and solemn mirth,
The shining angels climb.
A Letter
© John Greenleaf Whittier
'TIS over, Moses! All is lost!
I hear the bells a-ringing;
Of Pharaoh and his Red Sea host
I hear the Free-Wills singing.*
Aspiration
© Archibald Lampman
Yet we perchance, for all that flesh and mind
Of many ills be marked with many a trace,
Shall find this life more sweet more strangely kind,
Than they of that dim-hearted earthly race,
Who creep firm-nailed upon the earth's hard face,
And hear nor see not, being deaf and blind.
A Poet's Sonnet
© Alice Meynell
If I should quit thee, sacrifice, forswear,
To what, my art, shall I give thee in keeping?
To the long winds of heaven? Shall these come sweeping
My songs forgone against my face and hair?
A Forsaken Lady To Her False Servant That Is Disdained By His New Mistriss
© Richard Lovelace
Thou most unjust, that really dust know,
And feelst thyselfe the flames I burne in. Oh!
How can you beg to be set loose from that
Consuming stake you binde another at?
A Dreamer Of Dreams
© Madison Julius Cawein
He lived beyond men, and so stood
Admitted to the brotherhood
A Familiar Epistle To A Friend
© James Russell Lowell
Yes, this _is_ life! And so the bard
Through briny deserts, never scarred
Since Noah's keel, a subject seeks,
And lies upon the watch for weeks;
That once harpooned and helpless lying,
What follows is but weary trying.
At Stonehenge
© Katharine Lee Bates
Grim stones whose gray lips keep your secret well,
Our hands that touch you touch an ancient terror,
A Dream Of Long Ago
© James Whitcomb Riley
Lying listless in the mosses
Underneath a tree that tosses
An American Addresses Philomela
© John Crowe Ransom
Procne, Philomela, and Itylus,
Your names are liquid, your improbable tale
Is recited in the classic numbers of the nightingale.
Ah, but our numbers are not felicitous,
It goes not liquidly for us!
Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 5.
© William Cowper
Adam. Restrain, restrain thy step
Whoe'er thou art, nor with thy songs inveigle
Him, who has only cause for ceaseless tears.
A Zong Of Harvest Hwome
© William Barnes
The ground is clear. There's nar a ear
O' stannèn corn a-left out now,
At Nightfall
© Frederick George Scott
O little hands, long vanished in the night-
Sweet fairy hands that were my treasure here-
