Poems begining by A

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A Lawde and Prayse

© John Skelton

[a laude and prayse made for our souereigne lord the kyng.]

The Rose both white and Rede

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All in June

© William Henry Davies

A week ago I had a fire
To warm my feet, my hands and face;
Cold winds, that never make a friend,
Crept in and out of every place.

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April's Charms

© William Henry Davies

When April scatters charms of primrose gold
Among the copper leaves in thickets old,
And singing skylarks from the meadows rise,
To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies;

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Ale

© William Henry Davies

Now do I hear thee weep and groan,
Who hath a comrade sunk at sea?
Then quaff thee of my good old ale,
And it will raise him up for thee;
Thoul't think as little of him then
As when he moved with living men.

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A Plain Life

© William Henry Davies

No idle gold -- since this fine sun, my friend,
Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend.No prescious stones -- since these green mornings show,
Without a charge, their pearls where'er I go.No lifeless books -- since birds with their sweet tongues
Will read aloud to me their happier songs.No painted scenes -- since clouds can change their skies

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A Greeting

© William Henry Davies

Good morning, Life--and all
Things glad and beautiful.
My pockets nothing hold,
But he that owns the gold,
The Sun, is my great friend--
His spending has no end.

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A Great Time

© William Henry Davies

Sweet Chance, that led my steps abroad,
Beyond the town, where wild flowers grow --
A rainbow and a cuckoo, Lord,
How rich and great the times are now!

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Aechdeacon Barbour

© John Greenleaf Whittier

THROUGH the long hall the shuttered windows shed
A dubious light on every upturned head;
On locks like those of Absalom the fair,
On the bald apex ringed with scanty hair,

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A Fleeting Passion

© William Henry Davies

Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt not romp,
Let's grimly kiss with bated breath;
As quietly and solemnly
As Life when it is kissing Death.

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Art And Nature

© William Lisle Bowles

THE BRIDGE BETWEEN CLIFTON AND LEIGH WOODS.

  Frown ever opposite, the angel cried,

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Apollo Musagetes

© Matthew Arnold

Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts,
Thick breaks the red flame;
All Etna heaves fiercely
Her forest-clothed frame.

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A camellia drops

© Yosa Buson

A camellia drops

and spills yesterday’s rain

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A Wish

© Matthew Arnold

I ask not that my bed of death
From bands of greedy heirs be free;
For these besiege the latest breath
Of fortune's favoured sons, not me.

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A Boy's Song

© James Hogg

Where the pools are bright and deep,
Where the grey trout lies asleep,
Up the river and over the lea,
That's the way for Billy and me.

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A Cook

© Geoffrey Chaucer

They had a cook with them who stood alone

For boiling chicken with a marrow-bone,

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An Anthem Of Earth

© Francis Thompson

Proemion.

Immeasurable Earth!

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An Exile's Death

© Victor Marie Hugo

Of what does this poor exile dream?
His garden plot, his dewy mead,
Perchance his tools, perchance his team,—
But ever of murdered France indeed;

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Abraham Lincoln

© James Russell Lowell

Such was he, our Martyr-Chief,

Whom late the Nation he had led,

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And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Dust

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

And you as well must die, beloved dust,

And all your beauty stand you in no stead;

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Ancient Music (Parody)

© Ezra Pound

Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm.
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.