Poems begining by A
/ page 54 of 345 /
A Summer's Night
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
THE night is dewy as a maiden's mouth,
The skies are bright as are a maiden's eyes,
A Spirit's Return
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou knewest me not in life's fresh vernal morn -
I would thou hadst! - for then my heart on thine
Had poured a worthier love; now, all o'erworn
By its deep thirst for something too divine,
It hath but fitful music to bestow,
Echoes of harp-strings broken long ago.
A Dainty Thing's The Villanelle
© William Ernest Henley
A DAINTY thing's the Villanelle,
Sly, musical, a jewel in rhyme,
It serves its purpose passing well.
A Poem Written By Sir Henry Wotton In His Youth
© Sir Henry Wotton
O Faithless World, & thy more faithless part, a Woman's heart!
The true Shop of variety, where sits nothing but fits
A Sonnet of Battle
© William Gay
RELUCTANT Morn, whose meagre radiance lies
With doubtful glimmer on the farthest hills,
A Bride
© James Whitcomb Riley
"O I am weary!" she sighed, as her billowy
Hair she unloosed in a torrent of gold
A Pin Has A Head, But Has No Hair
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
A pin has a head, but has no hair;
A clock has a face, but no mouth there;
Angelina
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When de fiddle gits to singin' out a ol' Vahginny reel,
An' you 'mence to feel a ticklin' in yo' toe an' in yo' heel;
An Insincere Wish Addressed to a Beggar
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
We are not near enough to love,
I can but pity all your woe;
For wealth has lifted me above,
And falsehood set you down below.
A Bridal In The Bois De Boulogne.
© Mathilde Blind
HOW the lilacs, the lilacs are glowing and blowing!
And white through the delicate verdure of May
The blossoming boughs of the hawthorn are showing,
Like beautiful brides in their bridal array;
With cobwebs for laces, and dewdrops for pearls,
Fine as a queen's dowry for workaday girls.
Anonymous Plays: XVIII
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
MORE yet and more, and yet we mark not all:
The Warning fain to bid fair women heed
A Boy And His Dad
© Edgar Albert Guest
A boy and his dad on a fishing trip-
There is a glorious fellowship!
An Old Sermon With a New Text
© George MacDonald
My wife contrived a fleecy thing
Her husband to infold,
For 'tis the pride of woman still
To cover from the cold:
My daughter made it a new text
For a sermon very old.
Alzuna
© Alfred Noyes
The forest of Alzuna hides a pool.
Beside that pool, a shadowy tree up-towers.
A Good-Bye
© Edith Nesbit
FAREWELL! How soon unmeasured distance rolls
Its leaden clouds between our parted souls!
How little to each other now are we--
And once how much I dreamed we two might be!
I, who now stand with eyes undimmed and dry
To say good-bye--
Autumn
© Francis Ledwidge
Now leafy winds are blowing cold,
And South by West the sun goes down,
A quiet huddles up the fold
In sheltered corners of the brown.
A Pot of Red Lentils by Peter Pereira: American Life in Poetry #53 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 20
© Ted Kooser
In the yard we plant
rhubarb, cauliflower, and artichokes,
cupping wet earth over tubers,
our labor the germ
of later sustenance and renewal.
A Valentine
© James Russell Lowell
Let others wonder what fair face
Upon their path shall shine,
And, fancying half, half hoping, trace
Some maiden shape of tenderest grace
To be their Valentine.
