Poems begining by A
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Astarte Syriaca
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
MYSTERY: lo! betwixt the sun and moon
Astarte of the Syrians: Venus Queen
An Anemone
© Madison Julius Cawein
"Teach me the wisdom of thy beauty, pray,
That, being thus wise, I may aspire to see
What beauty is, whence, why, and in what way
Immortal, yet how mortal utterly:
For, shrinking loveliness, thy brow of day
Pleads plaintive as a prayer, anemone.
A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation!
Wherever they can come
With clankum and blankum
'Tis all Botheration, & Hell & Damnation,
Aurora Leigh: Book Three
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"To-day thou girdest up thy loins thyself
And goest where thou wouldest: presently
Others shall gird thee," said the Lord, "to go
Where thou wouldst not." He spoke to Peter thus,
To signify the death which he should die
When crucified head downward.
Arraignment Of The Men
© Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
Males perverse, schooled to condemn
Women by your witless laws,
Though forsooth you are prime cause
Of that which you blame in them:
A Walts With a Tear in It
© Boris Pasternak
It will not bat an eye if you heap gold
And jewels on it-this shyest of fays
In blue enamel and tinfoil enfolded
Creeps in your heart of heartsand there it stays.
Ah, how I love it all in these first days,
All golden finery and silver shades!
A Challenge
© James Benjamin Kenyon
ARISE, O soul, and gird thee up anew,
Though the black camel Death kneel at thy gate;
No beggar thou that thou for alms shouldst sue;
Be the proud captain still of thine own fate!
Apart
© Madison Julius Cawein
While sunset burns and stars are few,
And roses scent the fading light,
And like a slim urn, dripping dew,
A spirit carries through the night,
The pearl-pale moon hangs new,--
I think of you, of you.
A Song
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Steal from the meadows, rob the tall green hills,
Ravish my orchard's blossoms, let me bind
A crown of orchard flowers and daffodils,
Because my love is fair and white and kind.
Arabella Stuart
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
And is not love in vain,
Torture enough without a living tomb?
Byron
A Welcome To The Month Of Mary
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Oh! gladly do we welcome thee,
Fair pleasant month of May;
A Dream
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
I dreamt a dream, a dazzling dream, of a green isle far away,
Where the glowing West to the ocean's breast calleth the dying day;
Autumn Song
© Robert Laurence Binyon
All is wild with change,
Large the yellow leaves
Hang, so frail and few.
Now they go, they too
A June Night
© Emma Lazarus
Ten o'clock: the broken moon
Hangs not yet a half hour high,
Yellow as a shield of brass,
In the dewy air of June,
Poised between the vaulted sky
And the ocean's liquid glass.
An Afternoon In July
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
How hushed and still are earth and air,
How languid neath the suns fierce ray
All Saint's Day
© John Keble
Why blow'st thou not, thou wintry wind,
Now every leaf is brown and sere,
An English Ballad, On The Taking Of Namur, By The King Of Great Britain
© Matthew Prior
Dulce est desipere in loco.
Some Folks are drunk, yet do not know it:
