Poems begining by A
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As When From Dreams Awaking.
© Caroline Norton
Like the stars, some power divides them
From a world of want and pain;
They are there, but daylight hides them,
And we look for them in vain.
For a while we dwell with sadness,
On the beauty of that dream,
Aprilly
© Bert Leston Taylor
Whan that Aprilly with hise shoures soote
The droghte of March had perced to the roote,
I druv a motor thro' Aprilly's bliz
Somme forty mile, and dam neere lyke to friz.
Answer To Cloe Jealous. The Author Sick
© Matthew Prior
Yes, fairest Proof of Beauty's Pow'r,
Dear Idol of My panting Heart,
Nature points This my fatal Hour:
And I have liv'd; and We must part.
Ad Quintium. Cat. Ep. 83
© Richard Lovelace
Quinti, si tibi vis oculos debere Catullum,
Aut aliud si quid carius est oculis,
Eripere ei noli, multo quod carius illi
Est oculis, seu quid carius est oculis.
A Sigh In The Night
© Ada Cambridge
O sweet darkness, still, and calm, and lonely!
Spread thy downy pinions round about.
Spare me from thy hidden riches only
One dream-face; blot all the others out.
Another
© Richard Lovelace
I.
As I beheld a winter's evening air,
Curl'd in her court-false-locks of living hair,
Butter'd with jessamine the sun left there.
A Cottage In A Chine
© Jean Ingelow
We reached the place by night,
And heard the waves breaking:
They came to meet us with candles alight
To show the path we were taking.
A myrtle, trained on the gate, was white
With tufted flowers down shaking.
'And Wonder Ye Not If His Speech Be Uncouth'
© Charles Harpur
And wonder ye not if his speech be uncouth,
Nor look ye much for his rhymes to be smooth,
Nor that the flight should be lofty and free
Of one with so little of learning as he;
For all of his aptest years were past
In primal solitudes wild and vast.
A Peaceful Village on the Banks of the Leven - A Summer Landscape
© Michael Bruce
Fair from his hand behold the village rise,
In rural pride, 'mong intermingled trees!
A Psalm Of The Distant Road
© Henry Van Dyke
Happy is the man that seeth the face of a friend in a far country:
The darkness of his heart is melted in the rising of an inward joy.
A Day At Tivoli - Prologue
© John Kenyon
Yet, if All die, there are who die not All;
(So Flaccus hoped), and half escape the pall.
The Sacred Few! whom love of glory binds,
"That last infirmity of noble minds,
"To scorn delights, and live laborious days,"
A Tale
© Robert Browning
What a pretty tale you told me
Once upon a time
--Said you found it somewhere (scold me!)
Was it prose or was it rhyme,
Greek or Latin? Greek, you said,
While your shoulder propped my head.
A new Idol
© Robert Laurence Binyon
But there is one more to be feared, who can
Escape the prison of his own wrath; whose will
Lives beyond life; who smiles with quiet lips;
Most terrible because most tender, Man,--
Not only uncowed but irresistible
When the cause fires him to the finger--tips.
An Exception
© Ellis Parker Butler
In all romances, old and new,
And in all lover's rhymes
I find one rule that has held true
Since prehistoric times.
A Remembrance
© Bliss William Carman
HERE in lovely New England
When summer is come, a sea-turn
Flutters a page of remembrance
In the volume of long ago.
A Night In Babylon.
© Robert Crawford
We whom to-night Love keeps awake
For his own joy, may one day break
Our fast in some Lethéan cave,
When we but a faint memory have,
Ardor
© Gamaliel Bradford
Others make verses of grace.
Mine are all muscle and sinew.
Others can picture your face.
But I all the tumult within you.
Answer To Stanzas Addressed To Lady Hesketh By Miss Catharine Fanshawe, In Returning A Poem
© William Cowper
To be remembered thus is fame,
And in the first degree;
And did the few like her the same,
The press might sleep for me.
A Sun-Day Hymn
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
LORD of all being! throned afar,
Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Centre and soul of every sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near!
