Poems begining by A
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At Dawn
© Madison Julius Cawein
Far off I heard dark waters rush;
The sky was cold; the dawn broke green;
And wrapped in twilight and strange hush
The gray wind moaned between.
Agrippine
© Savinien de Cyrano de Bergerac
Alors que dans ton sein mon Portraict fut tracé,
Le Portraict de Tibere en fût-il effacé?
Admonition
© Emil Aarestrup
This blue that is called azure-blue,
This scoop of water, clump of earth,
This foolish nonsense of no worth,
Called good and evil by some pedants too
Alexander
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Der Weise sprach zu Alexandern.
"Dort, wo die lichten Welten wandern,
Ist manches Volk, ist manche Stadt."
Was tut der Mann von tausend Siegen?
Die Memme weint, dass dort zu kriegen,
Der Himmel keine Bruecken hat.
A Parody Of Donec Gratus Eram In A dialogue Between M--- & His Wife
© Thomas Parnell
He. When first my Biddy love profest
My rapture ran so high
An Ode To A Lady. She Refusing To Continue A Dispute With Me, And Leaving Me In The Argument
© Matthew Prior
Spare, generous victor, spare the slave,
Who did unequal war pursue;
That more than triumph he might have,
In being overcome by you.
An Alpine Picture
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Stand here and look, and softly draw your breath
Lest the dread avalanche come crashing down!
A Fickle Woman
© Eugene Field
Her nature is the sea's, that smiles to-night
A radiant maiden in the moon's soft light;
The unsuspecting seaman sets his sails,
Forgetful of the fury of her gales;
To-morrow, mad with storms, the ocean roars,
And o'er his hapless wreck the flood she pours!
A Letter For My Son To One Of His School--Fellows, Son To Henry Rose, Esq;
© Mary Barber
Dear Rose, as I lately was writing some Verse,
Which I next Day intended in School to rehearse,
My Mother came in, and I thought she'd run wild:
``This Mr. Macmullen has ruin'd my Child:
Aphrodite
© Madison Julius Cawein
Apollo never smote a lovelier strain,
When swan-necked Hebe paused her thirsty bowl
A Pipe Of Tobacco
© Henry Fielding
Let the learned talk of books,
The glutton of cooks,
The lover of Celia's soft smackO!
No mortal can boast
So noble a toast
As a pipe of accepted tobacco.
Akhtamar
© Hovhannes Toumanian
Beside the laughing lake of Van
A little hamlet lies;
Each night into the waves a man
Leaps under darkened skies.
A Legacy
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
No living atom comes at last to naught!
Active in each is still the eternal Thought:
Hold fast to Being if thou wouldst be blest.
Being is without end; for changeless laws
Bind that from which the All its glory draws
Of living treasures endlessly possessed.
A Lament
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The circle is broken, one seat is forsaken,
One bud from the tree of our friendship is shaken;
One heart from among us no longer shall thrill
With joy in our gladness, or grief in our ill.
A Picture
© Frances Anne Kemble
Through the half-open'd casement stream'd the light
Of the departing sun. The golden haze
An Apology Written For My Son To The Reverend Mr. Sampson,
© Mary Barber
With Joy your Summons we obey,
And come to celebrate this Day.
Yet I, alas! despair to please;
For you require exalted Lays:
A Successful Dad
© Edgar Albert Guest
OTHERS may laugh at my feeble endeavor
To capture life's prizes, and others may sneer;
