Poems begining by A
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A Fallen Beech
© Madison Julius Cawein
Nevermore at doorways that are barken
Shall the madcap wind knock and the noonlight;
Nor the circle, which thou once didst darken,
Shine with footsteps of the neighboring moonlight,
Visitors for whom thou oft didst hearken.
After Long Grief
© Madison Julius Cawein
There is a place hung o'er of summer boughs
And dreamy skies wherein the gray hawk sleeps;
A Meeting
© Edith Wharton
On a sheer peak of joy we meet;
Below us hums the abyss;
Death either way allures our feet
If we take one step amiss.
A Letter To A Friend,
© Mary Barber
The firmest, and the fairest Fame
Is ever Envy's surest Aim:
But if it stand her Rage, unmov'd,
Like Gold, in fiery Furnace prov'd;
Unbiass'd Truth, your Virtues Friend,
Will more exalt you in the End.
And the Bairns Will Come
© Henry Lawson
Try the ranks of wealth and fashion, ask the rich and well-to-do,
With their nurseries and their nurses and their children one and two,
Will they help us bear the burden?but their purse-proud lips are dumb.
Let us earn a decent livingand the bairns will come.
"Alas! What Boots The Long Laborious Quest"
© William Wordsworth
ALAS! what boots the long laborious quest
Of moral prudence, sought through good and ill;
A Roman Aqueduct
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE sun-browned girl, whose limbs recline
When noon her languid hand has laid
Hot on the green flakes of the pine,
Beneath its narrow disk of shade;
An Autumn Mood
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Pile the pyre, light the fire-there is fuel enough and to spare;
You have fire enough and to spare with your madness and gladness;
At Last
© Madison Julius Cawein
What shall be said to him,
Now he is dead?
Now that his eyes are dim,
Low lies his head?
What shall be said to him,
Now he is dead?
A Song of Hope
© George MacDonald
I dinna ken what's come ower me!
There's a how whaur ance was a hert!
I never luik oot afore me,
An' a cry winna gar me stert;
There's naething nae mair to come ower me,
Blaw the win' frae ony airt!
An Hymne of Heavenly Love
© Edmund Spenser
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wings
From this base world unto thy heavens hight,
Where I may see those admirable things
Which there thou workest by thy soveraine might,
Abraham Lincoln
© Rose Terry Cooke
Hundreds there have been, loftier than their kind,
Heroes and victors in the world's great wars:
Anxiety Of A Young Lady To Get Married
© Confucius
Ripe, the plums fall from the bough;
Only seven-tenths left there now!
Ye whose hearts on me are set,
Now the time is fortunate!
Aftermath. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,
At Even
© Frederic Manning
Hush ye! Hush ye! My babe is sleeping.
Hush, ye winds, that are full of sorrow!
An Epitaph 4 (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
At threescore winters' end I died
A cheerless being sole and sad;
The nuptial knot I never tied,
And wish my father never had.
A Little While
© Sara Teasdale
A little while when I am gone
My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
After the wave is lost in the full sea.
A Last Confession
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Our Lombard country-girls along the coast
Wear daggers in their garters: for they know
"A lady and I were walking"
© Lesbia Harford
A lady and I were walking
Where waters flow;
A lady and I were talking
Softly and slow.
A Farmhouse Dirge
© Alfred Austin
Will you walk with me to the brow of the hill, to visit the farmer's wife,
Whose daughter lies in the churchyard now, eased of the ache of life?
Half a mile by the winding lane, another half to the top:
There you may lean o'er the gate and rest; she will want me awhile to stop,
Stop and talk of her girl that is gone and no more will wake or weep,
Or to listen rather, for sorrow loves to babble its pain to sleep.
