Poems begining by A
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A Mabinogi
© Madison Julius Cawein
In samite sark yclad was she;
And that fair glimmerish band of gold
Which crowned long, savage locks of hair
In the moon brent cold.
Aletheia To Phraortes
© Walter Savage Landor
Phraortes! where art thou?
The flames were panting after us, their darts Had pierced to many hearts
Before the Gods, who heard nor prayer nor vow;
Anhelli - Chapter 9
© Juliusz Slowacki
And when the Shaman was about to go forth with Anhelli under the stars,
having comforted some of the prisoners,
he heard a great clanking in one of the corridors.
A Lament For Adonis
© Sappho
Cytherea, thy dainty Adonis is dying!
Ah, what shall we do?
O Nymphs, let it echo, the voice of your crying,
The greenwood through!
Answering The Grumblers
© Edgar Albert Guest
When night time comes an' I can go
Back to the folks who love me so,
An' see 'em smile an' hear 'em sing,
An' feel their kisses, then, by jing!
I vow this world is mighty fine
An' run upon a great design.
A Piccaninny.
© James Brunton Stephens
LO by the "humpy" door a smockless Venus!
Unblushing bronze, she shrinks not, having seen us,
After Election
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE day's sharp strife is ended now,
Our work is done, God knoweth how!
As on the thronged, unrestful town
The patience of the moon looks down,
A Pat On The Back
© Edgar Albert Guest
A PAT on the back is a wonderful thing,
It gives a man courage to whistle and sing;
After Ascension
© Katharine Tynan
Those twelve years from Ascension
Until the day of meeting broke,
She was not so much all alone
As it might seem to common folk,
Because no day passed without bliss:
He gives Himself back to her kiss.
Anticipation, October 1803
© William Wordsworth
SHOUT, for a mighty Victory is won!
On British ground the Invaders are laid low;
At The Close Of The Year
© John Newton
Let hearts and tongues unite,
And loud thanksgivings raise:
'Tis duty, mingled with delight,
To sing the Saviour's praise.
At The Farragut Statue
© Robert Seymour Bridges
But when the sun shines in the Square,
And multitudes are swarming in the street,
Children are always gathered there,
Laughing and playing round the hero's feet.
At School-Close
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The end has come, as come it must
To all things; in these sweet June days
The teacher and the scholar trust
Their parting feet to separate ways.
After The Rain
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
THE rain has ceased, and in my room
The sunshine pours an airy flood;
Arabian Night's Entertainments
© William Ernest Henley
Once on a time
There was a little boy: a master-mage
A Kentish Garden
© Edith Nesbit
THERE is a grey-walled garden, far away
From noise and smoke of cities, where the hours
Pass with soft wings among the happy flowers,
And lovely leisure blossoms every day.
A Impromptu Like Martial
© Thomas Parnell
Gays gon out early, how comes it to pass?
Not that he has buisness, but thinks that he has
An Urban Convalescence
© James Merrill
As usual in New York, everything is torn down
Before you have had time to care for it.
Head bowed, at the shrine of noise, let me try to recall
What building stood here. Was there a building at all?
I have lived on this same street for a decade.
