Poems begining by A
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An Arctic Vision
© Francis Bret Harte
While the blows are falling thick
From his California pick,
You may recognize the Thor
Of the vision that I saw,--
Freed from legendary glamour,
See the real magician's hammer.
Autumn Moonrise
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Lamp that risest lone
From thy secret place,
Like a sleeper's face,
Charged with thoughts unknown,
A Christmas Child
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
SHE came to me at Christmas time and made me mother, and it seemed
There was a Christ indeed and He had given me the joy I'd dreamed.
A Country God
© Edmund Blunden
WHEN groping farms are lanterned up
And stolchy ploughlands hid in grief,
Ainsi, Lorsque Souvent
© André Marie de Chénier
Ainsi, lorsque souvent le gouvernail agile
De Douvre ou de Tanger fend la route mobile,
A Wife Consoled By Her Husband's Arrival
© Confucius
Cold is the wind, fast falls the rain,
The cock aye shrilly crows.
But I have seen my lord again;--
Now must my heart repose.
A Song Of The Sea.
© Robert Crawford
Here within the half-light 'tween the night and day
Upon the sands I lie, with thoughts that idly stirr'd
Seem, as in a dream, with life and death to play,
As o'er the sea there flits a pale white bird.
A weathered skeleton
© Matsuo Basho
A weathered skeleton
in windy fields of memory,
piercing like a knife
"A young Levite among priests"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
A young Levite among priests,
He remained long on morning watch.
Jewish night grew thick around him,
The ruined temple was solemnly being raised.
A. D. Nineteen Hundred
© Madison Julius Cawein
War and Disaster, Famine and Pestilence,
Vaunt-couriers of the Century that comes,
A Sonnet Occasioned by the Bad Weather Which Hindered the Sports at New-Market in January, 1616
© William Henry Drummond
The earth ore-covered with a sheet of snow,
Refuses food to fowl, to bird, and beast;
The chilling cold lets every thing to grow,
And surfeits cattle with a starving feast.
Curs'd be that love and mought continue short,
Which kills all creatures, and doth spoil our sport.
A Query
© Edgar Albert Guest
I wonder have you ever known
Or heard of such a thing
As paperhangers in the house
Who didn't try to sing?
At The Station Of The Versailles Railway
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I WAITED for the train unto Versailles.
I hung with bonnes and gamins on the bridge
A Friends Greeting
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me;
I'd like to be the help that you've been always glad to be;
I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the day
As you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way.
