Poems begining by A
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Australia's Men
© Dorothea Mackellar
THERE are some that go for love of a fight
And some for love of a land,
And some for a dream of the world set free
Which they barely understand.
Adam Lindsay Gordon
© William Henry Ogilvie
'Two things stand like stone,' he said
Courage and Kindness.' Gallant Dead!
Long may the stone of his statue stand
That his fame may endure in his foster-land,
And never a careless world forget
That in this man Courage and Kindness met !
A Lament
© Franklin Pierce Adams
While she I loved is being torn
From arms that held her many years,
Dost thou regard me, friend, with scorn,
Or seek to check my tears?
A Dead Friend
© Norman Rowland Gale
IT hardly seems that he is dead,
So strange it is that we are here
A Prayer in Time of War
© Alfred Noyes
Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea,
Whose footsteps are not known,
To-night a world that turned from Thee
Is waiting - at Thy Throne.
A Wintry Picture (II)
© Alfred Austin
Now in the woodlands from the creaking boughs
The last sere leaves are loosened and unstrung,
At Pompeii
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
At Pompeii I heard a woman laugh,
And turned to find the reason of her mirth;
A Song Of The Princess
© Sara Teasdale
The princess has her lovers,
A score of knights has she,
And each can sing a madrigal,
And praise her gracefully.
A Lament For S. B. Pat Paw
© Louisa May Alcott
We mourn the loss of our little pet,
And sigh o'er her hapless fate,
For never more by the fire she'll sit,
Nor play by the old green gate.
A Temple to Friendship
© Thomas Moore
"A temple to Friendship," said Laura, enchanted,
"I'll build in this garden,--the thought is divine!"
Her temple as built, and she now only wanted
An image of Friendship to place on the shrine.
Album Verses
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WHEN Eve had led her lord away,
And Cain had killed his brother,
The stars and flowers, the poets say,
Agreed with one another.
Antony Villa
© Henry Lawson
And the daughters of the Vardensthey are beautiful as Graces
But the balconys deserted, and they rarely show their faces;
And the swells of their acquaintance never seem to venture near them,
And the bailiff says they seldom have a cup of tea to cheer them.
A Dream Of Bric-A-Brac
© John Hay
I dreamed I was in fair Niphon.
Amid tea-fields I journeyed on,
Reclined in my jinrikishaw;
Across the rolling plains I saw
The lordly Fusi-yama rise,
His blue cone lost in bluer skies.
"A Noted Traveler"
© James Whitcomb Riley
Even in such a scene of senseless play
The children were surprised one summer-day
A Backward Glance
© Henry Lawson
IT IS well when youve lived in clover,
To mourn for the days gone by
A Fairy Tale
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
All things grew upwards, foul and fair:
The great trees fought and beat the air
With monstrous wings that would have flown;
But the old earth clung to her own,
Holding them back from heavenly wars,
Though every flower sprang at the stars.
After Bank Holiday
© Elizabeth Daryush
Now deserted are the roads
Where awhile the lovers went;
Vacant are the field-abodes
Where a vivid hour they spent:
Solemn dark
Broods again in lane and park.
