Poems begining by A
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Alternative Song For The Severed Head In `The King Of The Great Clock Tower'
© William Butler Yeats
Saddle and ride, I heard a man say,
Out of Ben Bulben and Knocknarea,
A Place At The Top
© Edgar Albert Guest
THERE'S a place for you at the top, my boy,
Are you willing to try to get it?
A Vision Of The Argonauts
© Richard Monckton Milnes
It is a privilege of great price to walk
With that old sorcerer Fable, hand in hand,
Adown the shadowy vale of History:
There is no other wand potent as his,
A Cattleman's Prayer
© Anonymous
Now O Lord please lend thine ear,
The prayer of the Cattleman to hear;
No doubt many prayers to thee seem strange,
But won't you bless this cattle range?
"Advance Come Forth From Thy Tyrolean Ground"
© William Wordsworth
ADVANCE-come forth from thy Tyrolean ground,
Dear Liberty! stern Nymph of soul untamed;
An Ending
© Arthur Symons
I will go my ways from the city, and then, maybe,
My heart shall forget one woman's voice, and her lips;
A Ballad Of Refreshment
© Robert Fuller Murray
The lady stood at the station bar,
(Three currants in a bun)
And oh she was proud, as ladies are.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)
Ad Finem Fideles
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
Far out, far out they lie. Like stricken women weeping,
Eternal vigil keeping with slow and silent tread
After A Lecture On Moore
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
SHINE soft, ye trembling tears of light
That strew the mourning skies;
Hushed in the silent dews of night
The harp of Erin lies.
A Wounded Deer
© Emily Dickinson
A Wounded Deer leaps highest
I've heard the Hunter tell
'Tis but the Ecstasy of death
And then the Brake is still!
A Death-Scene
© Emily Jane Brontë
"O day! he cannot die
When thou so fair art shining!
O Sun, in such a glorious sky,
So tranquilly declining;
Antique
© Arthur Rimbaud
Gracious son of Pan! Around your forehead
crowned with flowerets
and with laurel, restlessly roll
those precious balls, your eyes.
A Midsummer Noon in the Australian Forest
© Charles Harpur
Not a bird disturbs the air!
There is quiet everywhere;
Over plains and over woods
What a mighty stillness broods.
A Servian Legend
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Long, long ago, ere yet our race began,
When earth was empty, waiting still for man,
Before the breath of life to him was given
The angels fell into a strife in heaven.
An Elegy On Ben Jonson
© John Cleveland
WHO first reform'd our Stage with justest Lawes,
And was the first best Judge in his owne Cause?
At One Again
© Jean Ingelow
Two angry men-in heat they sever,
And one goes home by a harvest field:-
"Hope's nought," quoth he, "and vain endeavor;
I said and say it, I will not yield!
An EPITAPH On my dear and ever honoured Mother Mrs. Dorothy Dudley, who deceased Decemb. 27. 1643. a
© Anne Bradstreet
A worthy Matron of unspotted life,
A loving Mother and obedient wife,
A Last Word
© Madison Julius Cawein
OH, for some cup of consummating might,
Filled with life's kind conclusion, lost in night!
A wine of darkness, that with death shall cure
This sickness called existence! Oh to find
