Poems begining by A
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'Ah, Koelue . . .'
© Isaac Rosenberg
Ah, Koelue!
Had you embalmed your beauty, so
It could not backward go,
Or change in any way,
An Elegy
© Thomas Randolph
Love, give me leave to serve thee and be wise,
To keep thy torch in but restore blind eyes.
A Song In Passing
© Yvor Winters
Where am I now? And what
Am I to say portends?
Death is but death, and not
The most obtuse of ends.
A Street Corner
© Robert Fuller Murray
Here, where the thoroughfares meet at an angle
Of ninety degrees (this angle is right),
You may hear the loafers that jest and wrangle
Through the sun-lit day and the lamp-lit night;
A Second Letter From B. Sawin, Esq.
© James Russell Lowell
I spose you wonder ware I be; I can't tell, fer the soul o' me,
Exacly ware I be myself,--meanin' by thet the holl o' me.
A Father's Thought
© Edgar Albert Guest
They say the little fellow looks like me,
But I'm hoping he'll be better than I've been,
Angelo
© William Watson
Then Angelo bethought him of his vow;
And stepping forward stood before the twain;
And from his girdle plucked a dagger forth;
And spake no word, but pierced his own heart through.
Annam
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Look at the moon in the midst of
Vastly magnificent sky bed;
Hear the young winds among bamboo;
Feel the air heavy with fragrance.
Families always are blessed!
A Dutch Picture. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Simon Danz has come home again,
From cruising about with his buccaneers;
He has singed the beard of the King of Spain,
And carried away the Dean of Jaen
And sold him in Algiers.
A Million Young Work Men
© Carl Sandburg
A million young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the grass and roads,
And the million are now under soil and their rottening flesh will in the years feed roots of blood-red roses.
An Hour Of Romance
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
There were thick leaves above me and around,
And low sweet sighs like those of childhood's sleep,
A Christmas Song
© Alaric Alexander Watts
The present moment's all our own,
The next, who ever saw! ~ Mickle.
Advice To A Raven In Russia (1812)
© Joel Barlow
Black fool, why winter here? These frozen skies,
Worn by your wings and deafen'd by your cries,
As Many Stars
© Mathilde Blind
AS many stars as are aglow
Deep in the hollows of the night
As many as the flowers that blow
Beneath the kindling light;
Amusing Trial, in Which a Yankee Lawyer Rendered a Just Verdict.
© Anonymous
And seek his fortune, he could find
Another master half so kind,
And who would give so large a share
Of the small pittance he could spare,
And every privilege could grant,
Which he could need or ever want;
Avenue In Savernake Forest
© William Lisle Bowles
How soothing sound the gentle airs that move
The innumerable leaves, high overhead,
