Poems begining by A
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A Farewell To Youth
© Alfred Austin
Ere that I say farewell to youth, and take
The homely road that leads to life's decline,
Admirals All
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Admirals all, for England's sake,
Honour be yours and fame!
And honour, as long as waves shall break,
To Nelson's peerless name!
An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
© William Butler Yeats
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
At My Fireside
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
ALONE, beneath the darkened sky,
With saddened heart and unstrung lyre,
I heap the spoils of years gone by,
And leave them with a long-drawn sigh,
Like drift-wood brands that glimmering lie,
Before the ashes hide the fire.
A Vesper
© André Marie de Chénier
O quel que soit ton nom, soit Vesper, soit Phosphore,
Messager de la nuit, messager de l'aurore,
A Poem Served To Order
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE Caliph ordered up his cook,
And, scowling with a fearful look
That meant,--We stand no gammon,--
"To-morrow, just at two," he said,
"Hassan, our cook, will lose his head,
Or serve us up a salmon."
A Portrait
© Alfred Austin
When friends grown faithless, or the fickle throng,
Withdrawing from my life the love they lent,
A Legend Of Brittany - Part Second
© James Russell Lowell
I
As one who, from the sunshine and the green,
Assim!
© Casimiro de Abreu
Viste o lírio da campina?
Lá s'inclina
E murcho no hastil pendeu!
- Viste o lírio da campina?
Pois, divina,
Como o lírio assim sou eu!
Answered Extempore By Dr. Swift
© Jonathan Swift
We both are mortal; but thou, frailer creature,
May'st die, like me, by chance, but not by nature.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
And here too I, the latest fool of Time,
Sad child of doubt and passionate desires,
Touched with all pity, yet in league with crime,
Watched the red sunsets from the Alpine spires,
A Prayer { For Those Who Shall Return}
© Katharine Tynan
LORD, when they come back again
From the dreadful battlefield
To the common ways of men,
Be Thy mercy, Lord, revealed!
Make them to forget the dread
Fields of dying and the dead!
Accomplishment
© Jane Taylor
HOW is it that masters, and science, and art,
One spark of intelligence fail to impart,
Unless in that chemical union combined,
Of which the result, in one word, is a mind ?
Another Fragment to Music
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
No, Music, thou art not the 'food of Love.'
Unless Love feeds upon its own sweet self,
Till it becomes all Music murmurs of.
A Dialogue Betwixt God And The Soul
© Sir Henry Wotton
Soul.
Whilst my Souls eye beheld no light
But what stream'd from thy gracious sight
To me the worlds greatest King,
Seem'd but some little vulgar thing.
A Border Ballad
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
OH, I haven't got long to live, for we all
Die soon, e'en those who live longest;
"After Our Likeness"
© Ada Cambridge
Before me now a little picture lies-
A little shadow of a childish face,
Childishly sweet, yet with the dawning grace
Of thought and wisdom on her lips and eyes.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet IV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Behold the deed is done. Here endeth all
That bound my grief to its ancestral ways.
I have passed out, as from a funeral,
From my dead home, and in the great world's gaze
