Poems begining by A
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A Connachtman
© Padraic Colum
IT'S my fear that my wake won't be quiet,
Nor my wake house a silent place :
For who would keep back the hundreds
Who would touch my breast and my face?
Auf Sich Selbst
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Ich habe nicht stets Lust zu lesen.
Ich habe nicht stets Lust zu schreiben.
Ich habe nicht stets Lust zu denken;
Kurzum, nicht immer zu studieren.
An Epitaph Desird On One Wheeler
© Thomas Parnell
My name is Wheeler here I ly
Because I happend for to dy
life wheeld me in death wheeld me out
how strangely things are wheeld about.
A Man's Praise Of His Wife
© Confucius
My path forth from the east gate lay,
Where cloud-like moved the girls at play.
Numerous are they, as clouds so bright,
But not on them my heart's thoughts light.
Dressed in a thin white silk, with coiffure gray
Is she, my wife, my joy in life's low way.
A Federal Song
© George Essex Evans
IN the greyness of the dawning we have seen the pilot-star,
In the whisper of the morning we have heard the years afar.
An Impromptu Fairy-Tale
© James Whitcomb Riley
_When I wuz ist a little bit_
_o' weenty-teenty kid_
_I maked up a Fairy-tale,_
_all by myse'f, I did:--_
A Revery
© Katherine Philips
DEATH is a leveller; beauty and kings,
And conquerours, and all those glorious things,
Apollo's Edict.
© Mary Barber
No Simile shall be begun
With rising, or with setting Sun;
And let the secret Head of Nile
Be ever banish'd from your Isle.
A Dedication to Soldiers Three
© Rudyard Kipling
And they were stronger hands than mine
That digged the Ruby from the earth-
More cunning brains that made it worth
The large desire of a king,
And stouter hearts that through the brine
Went down the perfect Pearl to bring.
A Comrade
© William Henry Ogilvie
I saw him in the breaker's yard
Bereft of half his pride,
The foam upon his shoulder starred,
The sweat upon his side.
He loved the wide-fenced fields, and I,
Who loved those fields as dear.
A Rainy Day in April
© Francis Ledwidge
When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain
Like holy water falls upon the plain,
'Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grain
And see your harvest born.
Applied Geometry by Russell Libby: American Life in Poetry #194 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-
© Ted Kooser
Father and child doing a little math homework together; it's an everyday occurrence, but here, Russell Libby, a poet who writes from Three Sisters Farm in central Maine, presents it in a way that makes it feel deep and magical.
Applied Geometry
A Long Bough
© Hayyim Nahman Bialik
A bough sank down on a fence, and fell asleep
so shall I sleep.
The fruit has fallen; and what do I care
for my root and stock?
An Epitaph on the Death of Nicholas Grimald
© Barnabe Googe
A thousand doltish geese we might have spared,
A thousand witless heads death might have found,
A taken them for whom no man had cared,
And laid them low in deep oblivious ground:
But fortune favors fool, as old men say,
And lets them live, and takes the wise away.
At A Vacation Exercise In The Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. The Latin Speeches Ended, The Eng
© John Milton
Then Ens is represented as Father of the Predicaments his ten
Sons, whereof the Eldest stood for Substance with his Canons,
which Ens thus speaking, explains.
A Winter Prayer
© George MacDonald
Come through the gloom of clouded skies,
The slow dim rain and fog athwart;
Through east winds keen with wrong and lies
Come and lift up my hopeless heart.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
To Switzerland, the land of lakes and snow,
And ancient freedom of ancestral type,
And modern innkeepers, who cringe and bow,
And venal echoes, and Pans paid to pipe!
Arisen At Last
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I SAID I stood upon thy grave,
My Mother State, when last the moon
Of blossoms clomb the skies of June.
And, scattering ashes on my head,
