Poems begining by A
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A Spiritual Manifestation
© John Greenleaf Whittier
To-day the plant by Williams set
Its summer bloom discloses;
The wilding sweethrier of his prayers
Is crowned with cultured roses.
A Child Of God Longing To See Him Beloved
© William Cowper
There's not an echo round me,
But I am glad should learn,
A Pre-Existence
© Madison Julius Cawein
An intimation of some previous life,
Or dark dream, in the present dim-divined,
Of some uncertain sleep--or lived or dreamed
In some dead life--between a dusk and dawn;
A Night-Picture
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
A GROAN from a dim-lit upper room
A stealthy step on the stairs in the gloom
A Trinity
© Hilaire Belloc
Of three in One and One in three
My narrow mind would doubting be
Till Beauty, Grace and Kindness met
And all at once were Juliet.
Algernon
© Hilaire Belloc
Who played with a Loaded Gun, and, on missing his Sister was reprimanded by his Father.Young Algernon, the Doctor's Son,
Was playing with a Loaded Gun.
He pointed it towards his Sister,
Aimed very carefully, but
A La Bourbon. Done Moy Plus De Pitie Ou Plus De Creaulte, Car Sans Ci Ie Ne Puis Pas Viure, Ne Morir
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Divine Destroyer, pitty me no more,
Avising The Bright Beams
© Sir Thomas Wyatt
Avising the bright beams of these fair eyes
Where he is that mine oft moisteth and washeth,
The wearied mind straight from the heart departeth
For to rest in his worldly paradise
And Wilt Thou Leave me Thus?
© Sir Thomas Wyatt
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay, for shame,
To save thee from the blame
Of all my grief and grame;
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!
Alas Madam for Stealing of a Kiss
© Sir Thomas Wyatt
Alas, madam, for stealing of a kiss
Have I so much your mind there offended?
Have I then done so grievously amiss
That by no means it may be amended?
A Revocation
© Sir Thomas Wyatt
WHAT should I say?
--Since Faith is dead,
And Truth away
From you is fled?
Ailsie, My Bairn
© Eugene Field
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,-
Lie in my arms and dinna greit;
Long time been past syn I kenned you last,
But my harte been allwais the same, my swete.
A Youth Mowing
© David Herbert Lawrence
There are four men mowing down by the Isar;
I can hear the swish of the scythe-strokes, four
Sharp breaths taken: yea, and I
Am sorry for what's in store.
A Passing Bell
© David Herbert Lawrence
Mournfully to and fro, to and fro the trees are waving;
What did you say, my dear?
The rain-bruised leaves are suddenly shaken, as a child
Asleep still shakes in the clutch of a sob
Yes, my love, I hear.
Advent Hymn
© Ada Cambridge
Another mile-a year
Pass'd by for ever! And the warnings swell
From upper heaven to darkest depths of hell,-
O we are drawing near!
At the Window
© David Herbert Lawrence
The pine-trees bend to listen to the autumn wind as it mutters
Something which sets the black poplars ashake with hysterical laughter;
While slowly the house of day is closing its eastern shutters.
A Sonnet dedicated to Sir George Gipps
© Charles Harpur
My country! I am sore at heart for thee!
An in mine ear, like a storm-heralding breeze,
A Garden In The Desert
© Harriet Monroe
So light and soft the days fall
Like petals one by one
Down from yon tree whose flowers all
Must vanish in the sun.
