Poems begining by A
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A Womans Sonnets: VI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
What have I lost? The faith I had that Right
Must surely prove itself than Ill more strong.
For see how little my poor prayers had might
To save me, at the trial's pinch, from wrong.
A Christmas Eve Choral
© Bliss William Carman
Halleluja!
What sound is this across the dark
While all the earth is sleeping? Hark!
Halleluja! Halleluja! Halleluja!
As We Prayed
© Edgar Albert Guest
Often as we watched her there
From our lips there fell this prayer,
"God, give us the pain to bear!
Let us suffer in her place,
Take the anguish from her face,
Soothe her with Thy holy grace."
After The Rain
© Madison Julius Cawein
Behold the blossom-bosomed Day again,
With all the star-white Hours in her train,
A Roosevelt
© Rubén Dario
Es con voz de la Biblia, o verso de Walt Whitman,
que habría que llegar hasta ti, Cazador!
Primitivo y moderno, sencillo y complicado,
con un algo de Washington y cuatro de Nemrod.
At A Reading
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
THE spare professor, grave and bald,
Began his paper. It was called,
I think, "A Brief Historic Glance
At Russia, Germany, and France."
A Triptych
© Arthur Symons
II. ISOTTA TO THE ROSE: RIMINI
The little country girl who plucks a rose
Goes barefoot through the sunlight to the sea,
And singing of Isotta as she goes.
Awakening
© Edward Dowden
With brain oerworn, with heart a summer clod,
With eye so practised in each form around,
An Empty Nest
© James Whitcomb Riley
I find an old deserted nest,
Half-hidden in the underbrush:
A withered leaf, in phantom jest,
Has nestled in it like a thrush
With weary, palpitating breast.
A Sea-Spell
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
HER lute hangs shadowed in the apple-tree,
While flashing fingers weave the sweet-strung spell
A Street Of Ghosts
© Madison Julius Cawein
The drowsy day, with half-closed eyes,
Dreams in this quaint forgotten street,
That, like some old-world wreckage, lies,--
Left by the sea's receding beat,--
Far from the city's restless feet.
Am Rhein. - No. III.
© Charles Godfrey Leland
HE shtood peside de Kloster-place,
Oopon de Rheinisch shore,
Und dere he saw a lofely face,
He'd seen in treams pefore.
Antwerp And Bruges
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I climbed the stair in Antwerp church,
What time the circling thews of sound
Among The Orchards
© Archibald Lampman
Already in the dew-wrapped vineyards dry
Dense weights of heat press down. The large bright drops
An Episode
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Along a narrow Moorish street
A blue-eyed soldier strode.
(Ah, well-a-day.)
Veiled from her lashes to her feet
She stepped from her abode,
(Ah, lack-a-day.)
A Lament
© Victor Marie Hugo
"O paths whereon wild grasses wave,
O valleys, hillsides, forests hoar!
Why are ye silent as the grave?"
"For one who came, and comes no more!"
A Tree
© Kostas Karyotakis
With calm, indifferent brow
I'll greet the afternoons, the dawns.
A tree, I'll stand and gaze at both
the tempest and the azure sky.
