Poems begining by A
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A Changeling
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
My Future lay cradled asleep;
I kissed the sweet mouth and she smiled
A Song. For the Centennial Celebration of Harvard College
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
When the Puritans came over
Our hills and swamps to clear,
An Excellent New Song Being The Intended Speech Of A Famous Orator Against Peace
© Jonathan Swift
An orator dismal of Nottinghamshire,
Who has forty years let out his conscience to hire,
Out of zeal for his country, and want of a place,
Is come up, vi et armis, to break the queen's peace.
Aintree Calls!
© William Henry Ogilvie
Gallops when the dawn is breaking,
Foam upon the breastplates flaking,
Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 3.
© William Cowper
Eve. Adam, my best beloved!
My guardian and my guide!
Thou source of all my comfort, all my joy!
Thee, thee alone I wish,
And in these pleasing shades
Thee only have I sought.
A Description Of The Countreys Recreations
© Sir Henry Wotton
Quivering fears, Heart-tearing cares,
Anxious sighs, Untimely tears,
A Mi Prima Agueda
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Mi madrina invitaba a mi prima Agueda
A que pasara el día con nosotros,
Y mi prima llegaba
Con un contradictorio
Prestigio de almidón y de temible
Luto ceremonioso.
A Night of Storm
© Archibald Lampman
Darkling and strange art thou thus vexed and chidden;
More dark and strange thy veiled agony,
City of storm, in whose grey heart are hidden
What stormier woes, what lives that groan and beat,
Stern and thin-cheeked, against time's heavier sleet,
Rude fates, hard hearts, and prisoning poverty.
Amans Amare
© Daniel Henry Deniehy
A cottage small be mine, with porch
Enwreathed with ivy green,
And brightsome flowers with dew-filled bells,
Mid brown old wattles seen.
Art's Discipline
© Robert Fuller Murray
Long since I came into the school of Art,
A child in works, but not a child in heart.
Slowly I learn, by her instruction mild,
To be in works a man, in heart a child.
At Carmel Highlands
© Janet Lewis
Below the gardens and the darkening pines
The living water sinks among the stones,
A Rainy Day On The Farm
© Aristophanes
How sweet it is to see the new-sown cornfield fresh and even,
With blades just springing from the soil that only ask a shower
Autumn
© David MacDonald Ross
If o'er the bare fields, cold and whitening
With the first snow-flakes, I should see thy form,
And meet and kiss thee, that were enough of Spring;
Enough of sunshine, could I feel the warm
Glad beating of thy heart 'neath Winter's wing,
Tho' Earth were full of whirlwind and of storm.
Autumns Warnings
© Augusta Davies Webster
SOFT voices of the woods, that make
The summer air a harmony,
A Question
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
AH, who can tell which guide were best
To truth long sought, but unattained
The early faith, or late unrest?
What age has earned, or boyhood gained?
A Mendocino Memory
© Edwin Markham
I climbed the canyon to a river-head,
And looking backward saw a splendor spread.
Miles beyond miles, of every kingly hue
And trembling tint the looms of Arras knew
A flowery pomp as of the dying day,
A splendor where a god might take his way.
