Poems begining by A
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A Roman's Chamber
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
In the cave which wild weeds cover
Wait for thine aethereal lover;
For the pallid moon is waning,
O'er the spiral cypress hanging
And the moon no cloud is staining.
A Niagara Landscape
© Archibald Lampman
Heavy with haze that merges and melts free
Into the measureless depth on either hand,
Australia's First Great Poet
© Charles Harpur
HIS lot how glorious whom the must shall name
Her first high-priest in this bright southern clime!
A Dialogue. Lute And Voice
© Richard Lovelace
L. Sing. V. Touch.
Touch. L.
Sing.
BOTH. It is the souls, souls sole offering.
An Epigram
© Oliver Goldsmith
Worried with debts and past all hopes of bail,
His pen he prostitutes t' avoid a gaol.
ROSCOM.
A ma fille
© Victor Marie Hugo
O mon enfant, tu vois, je me soumets.
Fais comme moi : vis du monde éloignée ;
Heureuse ? non ; triomphante ? jamais.
-- Résignée ! --
An Eastern God
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I saw an Eastern God to-day;
My comrades laughed; lest I betray
A Song Of England
© Alfred Noyes
There is a song of England that none shall ever sing;
So sweet it is and fleet it is
A Fairy Tale
© Henry Van Dyke
For the Mark Twain Dinner, December 5, 1905
Some three-score years and ten ago
A Relapse
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I thought that I had done with fleshly things,
That in the azure of high thought my soul
Had learned to fly on less substantial wings
To a new Heaven, a sublimer goal.
Are Ye Right, There, Michael?
© William Percy French
Are ye right there, Michael, are ye right?
Do you think that we'll be there before the night?
Ye've been so long in startin',
That ye couldn't say for startin'
Still ye might now, Michael,
So ye might!
A Paradox
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Tis true the beauteous Starre
To which I first did bow
Burnt quicker, brighter far,
A Sara
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
A mi paso y al azar te desprendiste
Como el fruto más profano
Que pudiera concederme la benévola
Actitud de este verano.
A mademoiselle Louise B.
© Victor Marie Hugo
Ô vous l'âme profonde ! ô vous la sainte lyre !
Vous souvient-il des temps d'extase et de délire,
Et des jeux triomphants,
Et du soir qui tombait des collines prochaines ?
Vous souvient-il des jours ? Vous souvient-il des chênes
Et des petits enfants ?
A Sing-Song
© Jessie Pope
" We met,
'Twas in a crowd,
And we thought they would shun us.
We stormed ;
They would not budge,
But they started to gun us.
An Inscription for a Temple - Dedicated to the Graces (at Woburn-Abbey)
© Samuel Rogers
Approach with reverence. There are those within,
Whose dwelling-place is Heaven. Daughters of Jove,
From them flow all the decencies of Life;
Without them nothing pleases, Virtue's self
Anna, Thy Charms
© Robert Burns
Yestreen I had a pint o' wine,
A place where body saw na;
Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine
The gowden locks of Anna.
A Sudden Shower
© James Whitcomb Riley
Barefooted boys scud up the street
Or skurry under sheltering sheds;
And schoolgirl faces, pale and sweet,
Gleam from the shawls about their heads.
An Afternoon
© Raymond Carver
As he writes, without looking at the sea,
he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble.
Auf der Reise -- With English translation
© Ludwig Bechstein
So viel am Himmelskreise
Der Sternlein bringt die Nacht,
So vielmal auf der Reise
Hab' ich an dich gedacht!
