Poems begining by A

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A Lover To His Mistress

© Frances Anne Kemble

Oh make not light of love, my lady dear,

  For, from that sweetest source doth ever flow

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Against Urania

© Francis Thompson

Lo I, Song's most true lover, plain me sore

That worse than other women she can deceive,

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An Die Leier

© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

Toene, frohe Leier,
Toene Lust und Wein!
Toene, sanfte Leier,
Toene Liebe drein!

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A Mood

© George MacDonald

My thoughts are like fire-flies, pulsing in moonlight;
My heart like a silver cup, filled with red wine;
My soul a pale gleaming horizon, whence soon light
Will flood the gold earth with a torrent divine.

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A Rondeau to Ethel

© Henry Austin Dobson

“IN teacup-times”! The style of dress  

Would suit your beauty, I confess;  

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A Forgotten Fear

© James Baker

In the desert my mind is lost,
Dry and helpless, nothing of use.
Dead to be, but a salt at loss
Tearing up a face of abuse.

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A Sylvan Scene

© Theocritus

I shall not go thither,
Here are oaks, here is the galingale,
Here bees hum sweetly around their hives;
Here are two springs of coolest water,

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Amor Umbratilis

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

A gift of Silence, sweet!
  Who may not ever hear:
  To lay down at your unobservant feet,
  Is all the gift I bear.

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After Many Years

© Henry Kendall

The song that once I dreamed about,

The tender, touching thing,

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Aubade

© Adelaide Crapsey

The morning is new and the skies are fresh washed with light,

The day cometh in with the sun and I awake laughing.

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet V

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

The physical world itself is a fair thing
For who has eyes to see or ears to hear.
To--day I fled on my new freedom's wind,
With the first swallows of the parting year,

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A Prayer

© Norman Rowland Gale

Tend me my birds, and bring again
The brotherhood of woodland life,
So shall I wear the seasons round
A friend to need, a foe to strife;

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Ask What I Shall Give Thee (III)

© John Newton

Behold the throne of grace!
The promise calls me near;
There Jesus shows a smiling face,
And waits to answer prayer.

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A Woman's Love

© John Hay

A sentinel angel sitting high in glory
Heard this shrill wail ring out from Purgatory:
"Have mercy, mighty angel, hear my story!

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Australian Federation

© William Gay

FROM all division let our land be free,  

 For God has made her one: complete she lies  

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Autumn Evening

© Frances Darwin Cornford

THE SHADOWS flickering, the daylight dying,
And I upon the old red sofa lying,
The great brown shadows leaping up the wall,
The sparrows twittering; and that is all.

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Aurora Leigh: Book Niinth

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning


An active kind of curse. I stood there cursed,
Confounded. I had seized and caught the sense
Of the letter, with its twenty stinging snakes,
In a moment's sweep of eyesight, and I stood
Dazed.-"Ah! not married."

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Abishag

© Rainer Maria Rilke

I
She lay, and serving-men her lithe arms took,
And bound them round the withering old man,
And on him through the long sweet hours she lay,
And little fearful of his many years.

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Ashtaroth: A Dramatic Lyric

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

Orion: But an understanding tacit.
You have prospered much since the day we met;
You were then a landless knight;
You now have honour and wealth, and yet
I never can serve you right.

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A Diverted Tragedy

© James Whitcomb Riley

Gracie wuz allus a _careless_ tot;

  But Gracie dearly loved her doll,