Poems begining by A

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A Farewell to the World

© Benjamin Jonson

FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought
  That hour upon my morn of age;
Henceforth I quit thee from my thought,
  My part is ended on thy stage.

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Angriff

© August Stramm

Tücher

Winken

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Andromeda Unfettered

© Muriel Stuart

  Nay, what do you seek?
  If of men we be chained,
  Our chains be of gold,
  If the fetters we break
  What conquest is gained?
Shall a hill-top out-spread a pavilion more safe than our palace hold?

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A Song Of The Degrees

© Ezra Pound

I
Rest me with Chinese colours,
For I think the glass is evil.

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Agincourt

© Michael Drayton

FAIR stood the wind for France
When we our sails advance,
Nor now to prove our chance
Longer will tarry;

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Albanian Language (excerpt)

© Ndre Mjeda

Higher than nightingale’s song
Albanian language resounds to me
More than bluebell’s scent ever can,
it comforts my heart restlessly.

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Astrophel And Stella-Tenth Song

© Sir Philip Sidney

Oh dear life, when shall it be
That mine eyes thine eyes may see?
And in them thy mind discover,
Whether absence have had force
Thy remembrance to divorce
From the image of thy lover?

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An Australian Advertisement

© Henry Lawson

WE WANT the man who will lead the van,

  The man who will pioneer.

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"As the inhastening tide doth roll"

© Alice Meynell

As the inhastening tide doth roll,
Dear and desired, along the whole
  Wide shining strand, and floods the caves,
  Your love comes filling with happy waves
The open sea-shore of my soul.

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A Saxon Song

© Victoria Mary Sackville-West

Tools with the comely names,
  Mattock and scythe and spade,
  Couth and bitter as flames,
  Clean, and bowed in the blade,--
A man and his tools make a man and his trade.

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As We Are So Wonderfully Done With Each Other

© Kenneth Patchen

As we are so wonderfully done with each other
We can walk into our separate sleep
on floors of music where the milkwhite cloak of childhood
lies

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As it was in the Beginning

© Henry Lawson

As it used to be in past times, in the future so it must,
We shall find him stretching forward with his face down in the dust,
All his wounds in front, and hidden—blood to earth, and back to sky,
When pale women pray in private, and strong men go out to die.

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Absolution II

© Edith Nesbit

UNBIND thine eyes, with thine own soul confer,

  Look on the sins that made thy life unclean,

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A Tale Of The Airly Days

© James Whitcomb Riley

Oh! tell me a tale of the airly days--

  Of the times as they ust to be;

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Autumn Days

© Lord Alfred Douglas

I have been through the woods to-day
And the leaves were falling,
Summer had crept away,
And the birds were not calling.

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After The Surprising Conversions

© Robert Lowell

September twenty-second, Sir: today

I answer. In the latter part of May,

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Aliter

© Andrew Marvell

Regibus haec posuit Ludovicus Templa futuris;
Gratior ast ipsi Castra fuere Domus.

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Ametas And Thestylis Making Hay-Ropes

© Andrew Marvell

Ametas
Think'st Thou that this Love can stand,
Whilst Thou still dost say me nay?
Love unpaid does soon disband:
Love binds Love as Hay binds Hay.

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A Dialogue Between Thyrsis And Dorinda

© Andrew Marvell

Dorinda
When Death, shall snatch us from these Kids,
And shut up our divided Lids,
Tell me Thyrsis, prethee do,
Whither thou and I must go.

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Another For The Briar-Rose

© William Morris

O treacherous scent, O thorny sight,
O tangle of world’s wrong and right,
What art thou ’gainst my armour’s gleam
But dusky cobwebs of a dream?