Poems begining by A
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After Sunset
© Grace Hazard Conkling
I have an understanding with the hills
At evening when the slanted radiance fills
A Character
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
YES, madame, I know you better, far better than those can know
Whose plummet of judgment never is dropped to the depths below;
Whose test is a surface-seeming, the glitter of lights that gleam
With a moment's rainbow lustre on the shifting face of the stream.
At The Birth Of An Age
© Robinson Jeffers
V
GUDRUN (standing this side of the closing curtains; 'with Chrysothemis.
Carling has left her, going
A Sea Dream
© John Greenleaf Whittier
We saw the slow tides go and come,
The curving surf-lines lightly drawn,
The gray rocks touched with tender bloom
Beneath the fresh-blown rose of dawn.
A Cenotaph,
© William Lisle Bowles
TO THE MEMORY OF LIEUTENANT-COLONEL ISAAC, WHO DIED AT CAPE ST NICHOLA
MOLE, .
Antigone
© George Meredith
The buried voice bespake Antigone.
'O sister! couldst thou know, as thou wilt know,
At The Peace Table
© Edgar Albert Guest
Who shall sit at the table, then, when the terms
of peace are made--
Advent Of Spring
© Du Fu
The city has fallen: only the hills and rivers remain.
In Spring the streets were green with grass and trees.
A Man Young And Old: II. Human Dignity
© William Butler Yeats
Like the moon her kindness is,
If kindness I may call
What has no comprehension in't,
But is the same for all
As though my sorrow were a scene
Upon a painted wall.
All Things Bright And Beauteous
© Cecil Frances Alexander
All things bright and beauteous
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wondrous,
The LORD GOD made them all.
At Toledo
© Arthur Symons
The little Stones chuckle among the fields:
We are so small: God will not think of us;
Ah! Sunflower
© William Blake
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;
Amis, un dernier mot!
© Victor Marie Hugo
Amis, un dernier mot!
Toi, vertu, pleure si je meurs!
André Chénier.
Amis, un dernier mot ! - et je ferme à jamais
"And Pushkin's Exile Had..."
© Anna Akhmatova
And Pushkin's exile had begun right here,
And Lermontov's expulsion had been "canceled."
There is the easy grasses' scent on highland.
And only once it chanced to me to see it --
A Pastoral
© George Essex Evans
Nature feels the touch of noon;
Not a rustle stirs the grass;
Not a shadow flecks the sky,
Save the brown hawk hovering nigh;
Not a ripple dims the glass
Of the wide lagoon.
An Invocation
© Frances Anne Kemble
Spirit, bright spirit! from thy narrow cell
Answer me! answer me! oh, let me hear
As they begin to rise again
© Matsuo Basho
As they begin to rise again
Chrysanthemums faintly smell,
After the flooding rain
