Poems begining by A
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A Castaway
© Augusta Davies Webster
So long since:
and now it seems a jest to talk of me
as if I could be one with her, of me
who am…… me.
A Song
© Ralph Hodgson
With Love among the haycocks
We played at hide and seek;
He shut his eyes and counted -
We hid among the hay -
An Officer Tells Of His Mean Employment
© Confucius
With mind indifferent, things I easy take;
In every dance I prompt appearance make:--
Then, when the sun is at his topmost height,
There, in the place that courts the public sight.
A Goblin Christmas
© Anonymous
The windows rattled, the moonbeams tattled
A tale so strange and queer.
They told how at night, in dire affright
The Moon had hid in fear.
Anne Hathaway
© Mathilde Blind
Was not this Anne the flame-like daffodil
Of Shakespeare's March, whose maiden beauty took
His senses captive? Thus the stripling brook
Mirrors a wild flower nodding by the mill,
Then grows a river in which proud cities look,
And with a land's load widens seaward still
Avis
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I MAY not rightly call thy name,
Alas! thy forehead never knew
The kiss that happier children claim,
Nor glistened with baptismal dew.
At Evening Time There Shall Be Light
© Edith Nesbit
THE day was wild with wind and rain,
One grey wrapped sky and sea and shore,
Alice Fell, Or Poverty
© William Wordsworth
THE post-boy drove with fierce career,
For threatening clouds the moon had drowned;
When, as we hurried on, my ear
Was smitten with a startling sound.
Aikendrum
© James Hogg
Ken ye how a Whig can fight, Aikendrum, Aikendrum
Ken ye how a Whig can fight, Aikendrum
He can fight the hero bright, with his heels and armour tight
And the wind of heavenly night, Aikendrum, Aikendrum
A Story Of Doom: Book II.
© Jean Ingelow
Now ere the sunrise, while the morning star
Hung yet behind the pine bough, woke and prayed
A Margarita Debayle (To Margarita Debayle)
© Rubén Dario
"Éste era un rey que tenía
un palacio de diamantes,
una tienda hecha del día
y un rebaño de elefantes.
A Rainy Day In Camp
© William Henry Drummond
A rainy day in camp! how you draw the blankets closer,
As the big drops patter, patter on the shingles overhead,
How you shudder when recalling your wife's "You ought to know, sir,
That its dangerous and improper to smoke a pipe in bed."
An Exile's Song
© Robert Fuller Murray
My soul is like a prisoned lark,
That sings and dreams of liberty,
The nights are long, the days are dark,
Away from home, away from thee!
A Poem On The Last Day - Book I
© Edward Young
When, lo, a mighty trump, one half conceal'd
In clouds, one half to mortal eye reveal'd,
Shall pour a dreadful note; the piercing call
Shall rattle in the centre of the ball;
The' extended circuit of creation shake,
The living die with fear, the dead awake.
