Poems begining by A
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A Request To The Graces
© Robert Herrick
Ponder my words, if so that any be
Known guilty here of incivility;
Let what is graceless, discomposed, and rude,
With sweetness, smoothness, softness be endued:
All Things Decay And Die
© Robert Herrick
All things decay with time: The forest sees
The growth and down-fall of her aged trees;
That timber tall, which three-score lustres stood
The proud dictator of the state-like wood,
I mean the sovereign of all plants, the oak,
Droops, dies, and falls without the cleaver's stroke.
A Pastoral Upon The Birth Of Prince Charles:presented To The King, And Set By Mr Nic. Laniere
© Robert Herrick
A PASTORAL UPON THE BIRTH OF PRINCE CHARLES:
PRESENTED TO THE KING, AND SET BY MR NIC. LANIERETHE SPEAKERS: MIRTILLO, AMINTAS, AND AMARILLISAMIN. Good day, Mirtillo. MIRT. And to you no less;
And all fair signs lead on our shepherdess.
AMAR. With all white luck to you. MIRT. But say,
A New Year's Gift,sent To Sir Simeon Steward
© Robert Herrick
No news of navies burnt at seas;
No noise of late spawn'd tittyries;
No closet plot or open vent,
That frights men with a Parliament:
A Thanksgiving to God for His House
© Robert Herrick
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell
Wherein to dwell;
An little house, whose humble roof
Is weather-proof;
A Lyric to Mirth
© Robert Herrick
While the milder fates consent,
Let's enjoy our merriment :
Drink, and dance, and pipe, and play ;
Kiss our dollies night and day :
A Conjuration To Electra
© Robert Herrick
By those soft tods of wool
With which the air is full;
By all those tinctures there,
That paint the hemisphere;
An Ode For Ben Jonson
© Robert Herrick
Ah Ben!
Say how or when
Shall we, thy guests,
Meet at those lyric feasts,
A Canticle To Apollo
© Robert Herrick
Play, Phoebus, on thy lute,
And we will sit all mute;
By listening to thy lyre,
That sets all ears on fire.
Ambition
© Robert Herrick
In man, ambition is the common'st thing;
Each one by nature loves to be a king.
An Epitaph Upon A Virgin
© Robert Herrick
Here a solemn fast we keep,
While all beauty lies asleep;
Hushed be all things, no noise here,
But the toning of a tear,
Or the sigh of such as bring
Cowslips for her covering.
A Child's Grace
© Robert Herrick
HERE a little child I stand
Heaving up my either hand;
Cold as paddocks though they be,
Here I lift them up to Thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat and on us all. Amen.
An Hymn To The Muses
© Robert Herrick
Honour to you who sit
Near to the well of wit,
And drink your fill of it!
Adolescence
© Frank Bidart
He stared up into my eyes with a look
I can almost see now.He had that look in his eyes
that bore right into mine.I could sense that he knew I was
envious of what he was doing; and knew that I'dalways wish I had known at the time
Aztec
© Carl Sandburg
You came from the Aztecs
With a copper on your fore-arms
Tawnier than a sunset
Saying good-by to an even river.
At a Window
© Carl Sandburg
Give me hunger,
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and want,
Ashurnatsirpal III
© Carl Sandburg
THREE walls around the town of Tela when I came.
They expected everything of those walls;
Nobody in the town came out to kiss my feet.
Aprons of Silence
© Carl Sandburg
MANY things I might have said today.
And I kept my mouth shut.
So many times I was asked
To come and say the same things
Anna Imroth
© Carl Sandburg
CROSS the hands over the breast here--so.
Straighten the legs a little more--so.
And call for the wagon to come and take her home.
Her mother will cry some and so will her sisters and
And This Will be All?
© Carl Sandburg
AND this will be all?
And the gates will never open again?
And the dust and the wind will play around the rusty door hinges and the songs of October moan, Why-oh, why-oh?
