Poems begining by A
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A Vernal Hymn
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE fresh spring burgeons into bloom--
And Earth with all her vernal charms
Lies like a queenly bride enclasped
Within her heavenly bridegroom's arms;
Ad Juvencium. Cat. Ep. 49.
© Richard Lovelace
Mellitos oculos tuos, Juvenci,
Si quis me sinat usque basiare,
Usque ad millia basiem trecenta;
Nec unquam videat satur futurus:
Non si densior aridis aristis,
Sit nostrae seges osculationis.
A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I will accept thy will to do and be,
Thy hatred and intolerance of sin,
A Toast To Wilkie Collins
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE painter's and the poet's fame
Shed their twinned lustre round his name,
To gild our story-teller's art,
Where each in turn must play his part.
Are You Content?
© William Butler Yeats
I CALL on those that call me son,
Grandson, or great-grandson,
A inconstancia dos bens do mundo
© Gregorio de Matos Guerra
Nasce o Sol, e não dura mais que um dia,
Depois da Luz se segue a noite escura,
Em tristes sombras morre a formosura,
Em contínuas tristezas a alegria.
Am Rhein. - No. II.
© Charles Godfrey Leland
AM Rhein! Acain am Rheine!
In boat oopon der Rhein!
De castle-bergs soft goldnen
Im Abendsonnenschein,
Address To My Infant Daughter, Dora On Being Reminded That She Was A Month Old That Day, September 1
© William Wordsworth
--HAST thou then survived-
Mild Offspring of infirm humanity,
All Summarised The Soul
© Stéphane Mallarme
All summarised, the soul,
When slowly we breathe it out
In several rings of smoke
By other rings wiped out
As Bronze May Be Much Beautified (Unfinished)
© Wilfred Owen
As bronze may be much beautified
By lying in the dark damp soil,
So men who fade in dust of warfare fade
Fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.
Adam's Curse
© William Butler Yeats
WE sat together at one summer's end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
A Song
© Victor Marie Hugo
Sitting at His table one day,
God and the devil a game did play;
Hated humanity was at stake;
Well, the first picked Bonaparte;
The other drew, and for his part,
'Twas Mastai that he did take.
A Farewell To Patrick Sarsfield, Earl Of Lucan
© James Clarence Mangan
FAREWELL, O Patrick Sarsfield, may luck be on your path!
Your camp is broken up, your work is marred for years;
Among the Flags
© Louise Imogen Guiney
And as fair symbols of heroic things,
Not void of tears mine eyes must e'en behold
These banners lovelier as the deeper marred:
A panegyric never writ for kings
On every tarnished staff and tattered fold;
And by them, tranquil spirits standing guard.
After
© Ralph Hodgson
"How fared you when you mortal were?
What did you see on my peopled star?"
"Oh well enough," I answered her,
"It went for me where mortals are!
A Parsonage In Oxfordshire
© William Wordsworth
Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends,
Is marked by no distinguishable line;
Approaching Night
© John Clare
Go with your tauntings, go;
Neer think to hurt me so;
I'll scoff at your disdain.
Cold though the winter blow,
When hills are free from snow
It will be spring again.
