Poems begining by A
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A Coast View
© Charles Harpur
High mid the shelves of a grey cliff, that yet
Riseth in Babylonian mass above,
At Noey's House
© James Whitcomb Riley
Behind the kitchen, then, with special pride
Noey stirred up a terrapin inside
The rain-barrel where he lived, with three or four
Little mud-turtles of a size not more
In neat circumference than the tiny toy
Dumb-watches worn by every little boy.
After the Golden Wedding (Three Soliloquies)
© James Kenneth Stephen
She's not a faultless woman; no!
She's not an angel in disguise:
She has her rivals here below:
She's not an unexampled prize:
At The Cenotaph
© Siegfried Sassoon
I saw the Prince of Darkness, with his Staff,
Standing bare-headed by the Cenotaph:
A Dead Sea-Gull
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
LACK-LUSTRE eye, and idle wing,
And smirchèd breast that skims no more,
White as the foam itself, the wave--
Hast thou not even a grave
Upon the dreary shore,
Forlorn, forsaken thing?
A Face
© Robert Browning
If one could have that little head of hers
Painted upon a background of pure gold,
A New Years' Gift sent to Sir Simeon Steward
© Robert Herrick
No news of navies burnt at seas;
No noise of late spawn'd tittyries;
A Father's Prayer
© Edgar Albert Guest
Lord, make me tolerant and wise;
Incline my ears to hear him through;
Let him not stand with downcast eyes,
Fearing to trust me and be true.
Instruct me so that I may know
The way my son and I should go.
A Licentious Person
© John Donne
Thy sins and hairs may no man equal call ;
For, as thy sins increase, thy hairs do fall.
Address To Music
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
OH thou! whose soft, bewitching lyre,
Can lull the sting of pain to rest;
Oh thou! whose warbling notes inspire,
The pensive muse with visions blest;
Sweet music! let thy melting airs
Enhance my joys, and sooth my cares!
A Portrait
© Dorothy Parker
You do not know how heavy a heart it is
That hangs about my neck- a clumsy stone
Cut with a birth, a death, a bridal-day.
Each time I love, I find it still my own,
Who take it, now to that lad, now to this,
Seeking to give the wretched thing away.
A Wreath Of Sonnets (3/14)
© France Preseren
Since from my heart's deep roots have sprung these lays,
A heart not to be silenced any more;
Now I am like to Tasso who of yore
Would sing his Leonora's fame and praise.
A Tear And A Smile
© Khalil Gibran
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.
Alas! So All Things Now Do Hold Their Peace
© Henry Howard
Alas! so all things now do hold their peace,
Heaven and earth disturbed in nothing.
A Lover's Confession
© Robert Fuller Murray
When people tell me they have loved
But once in youth,
I wonder, are they always moved
To speak the truth?
A Test Of Love
© James Whitcomb Riley
"Now who shall say he loves me not."
He wooed her first in an atmosphere
A Rose O The Hills
© Madison Julius Cawein
The hills look down on wood and stream,
On orchard-land and farm;
And o'er the hills the azure-gray
Of heaven bends the livelong day
With thoughts of calm and storm.
