Poems begining by A
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A Prayer Of Time
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Move onward, Time, and bring us sooner free
From this self--clouding turmoil where we ply
On others' errands driven continually:
O lead us to our own souls, ere we die!
At Times I Have
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
At times I have happy ideas,
Ideas suddenly happy, in among ideas
And the words in which they naturally shake free…
An Old-Fashioned Welcome
© Edgar Albert Guest
There's nothing cheers a fellow up just like a hearty greeting,
A handclasp and an honest smile that flash the joy of meeting;
And when at friendly doors you ring, somehow it seems to free you
From all life's doubts to hear them say: "Come in! We're glad to
see you!"
A Tale Of Society As It Is: From Facts, 1811
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
She was an aged woman; and the years
Which she had numbered on her toilsome way
Had bowed her natural powers to decay.
A La Promenade
© Paul Verlaine
The milky sky, the hazy, slender trees,
Seem smiling on the light costumes we wear,-
Our gauzy floating veils that have an air
Of wings, our satins fluttering in the breeze.
At Home
© Valery Yaklovich Bryusov
It's all so familiar and clear,
My eye's accustomed to every turn;
I'm not mistaken- I'm at home;
The wallpaper flowers, the chains of books…
A Visit from Abroad
© James Brunton Stephens
A speck went blowing up against the sky
As little as a leaf: then it drew near
And broadened. -- ' It's a bird,' said I,
And fetched my bow and arrows. It was queer!
"And These--Are These Indeed The Rnd"
© William Watson
And these-are these indeed the end,
This grinning skull, this heavy loam?
Do all green ways whereby we wend
Lead but to yon ignoble home?
A Loving Pair
© Theocritus
Sleep on, happy pair,
Breathing into each other's bosom love and desire,
And forget not to rise towards morning.
A Man And His Image
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
All day the nations climb and crawl and pray
In one long pilgrimage to one white shrine,
Where sleeps a saint whose pardon, like his peace,
Is wide as death, as common, as divine.
At Sea
© Sara Teasdale
IN the pull of the wind I stand, lonely,
On the deck of a ship, rising, falling,
Wild night around me, wild water under me,
Whipped by the storm, screaming and calling.
An Epistle To George William Curtis
© James Russell Lowell
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,
Masks half its muscle in its skill to charm,
Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 1.
© William Cowper
Adam, arise, since I do thee impart
A spirit warm from my benignant breath:
Arise, arise, first man,
And joyous let the world
Embrace its living miniature in thee!
Afskedssang Til En Ven
© Ludvig Bodtcher
Før Morgensolen vinker med sin Lue,
Og løser Afskedstaarens Baand,
Aquarelle
© Charles Cros
Au bord du chemin, contre un églantier,
Suivant du regard le beau cavalier
Qui vient de partir, Elle se repose,
Fille de seize ans, rose, en robe rose.
April -- North Carolina
© Harriet Monroe
Would you not be in Tryon
Now that the spring is here,
When mocking-birds are praising
The fresh, the blossomy year?
