Poems begining by A
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An Epitaph upon Husband and Wife Who died and were buried together
© Richard Crashaw
TO these whom death again did wed
This grave 's the second marriage-bed.
Absence
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
Dear grey-winged angel, with the mouth set stern
And time-devouring eyes, the sweetest sweet
A Welcome From The "Johnson Club"
© Henry Austin Dobson
When Pope came back from Trojan wars once more,
He found a Bard, to meet him on the shore,
And hail his advent with a strain as clear
As e'er was sung by BYRON or by FRERE.
A Penitential Hymne
© Henry King
Hearken O God unto a Wretches cryes
Who low dejected at thy footstool lies.
Let not the clamour of my heinous sin
Drown my requests, which strive to enter in
A Cloud Of Darkness Has Appeared
© Hristo Botev
A cloud of darkness has appeared
from the mountains and the forest:
does it mean a gentle drizzle
or a terrifying tempest?
A Song Of The Greenaway Child
© Henry Austin Dobson
As I went a-walking on _Lavender Hill_,
O, I met a Darling in frock and frill;
And she looked at me shyly, with eyes of blue,
"Are you going a-walking? Then take me too!"
An Elegy Upon James Therburn, In Chatto
© James Thomson
Now, Chatto, you're a dreary place,
Pale sorrow broods on ilka face;
Therburn has run his race.
And now, and now, ah me, alas!
The carl lies dead.
At the Desk
© Theodor Storm
I spent the entire day in official details;
And it almost pulled me down like the others:
I felt that tiny insane voluptuousness,
Getting this done, finally finishing that.
Airs For The Lute
© Arthur Symons
All, that hands upon the lute
Helped the voices to declare,
Voices mute
But for this, might I not share,
If, alas, I could but suit-
Hand and voice unto the lute!
Aspiration (excerpt)
© Thomas Traherne
For being freed from all defect
They feel no fleshly war,
Or rather both the flesh and mind
At length united are,
For joying in so rich a peace
They can admit no jar.
Absence
© Frances Anne Kemble
What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
Al Claro De Luna (In The Light Of The Moon)
© Delmira Agustini
La luna es pálida y triste, la luna es exangüe y yerta.
La media luna figúraseme un suave perfil de muerta…
Yo que prefiero a la insigne palidez encarecida
De todas las perlas árabes, la rosa recién abierta,
A Close Finish
© Jessie Pope
["A marriage is arranged between Miss Diana Dashington and Lord Broadacres."]
The race of the season is over ;
A Las Provincianas Martires
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Mas entrañables provincianas mías:
no sospeché alabar vuestro suicidio
en las facinerosas tropelías.
April Treason
© John Crowe Ransom
So he took her as anointed
In the part he had appointed,
She was lips for smiling faintly,
Eyes to look and level quaintly,
Length of limb and splendors of the bust
Which he honored as he must.
Ave Atque Vale
© Padraic Colum
THOROUGH waters, thorough nations I have come
To lay last offerings at your low abode,
Brother, and to appeal
To ashes that were you.
At Her Door
© Roderic Quinn
OPEN! Open! Open!
I am here at your door outside;
The sea's blue tide flows speedily,
And ebbs a thin red tide."
After Heine: Countess Jutta
© John Hay
The Countess Jutta passed over the Rhine
In a light canoe by the moon's pale shine.
