Poems begining by A
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Antiphon II.
© George Herbert
Chor. Praised be the God of love,
Men. Here below,
Angels. And here above:
Amais
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I
``O King Amasis, hail!
News from thy friend, the King Polycrates!
My oars have never rested on the seas
A Man Perishing in the Snow: From Whence Reflections are Raised on the Miseries of Life.
© James Thomson
As thus the snows arise; and foul and fierce,
All winter drives along the darken'd air;
In his own loose-revolving fields, the swain
Disaster'd stands; sees other hills ascend,
An Epistle To Robert Lloyd, Esq.
© William Cowper
'Tis not that I design to rob
Thee of thy birthright, gentle Bob,--
An Epigram On The Same Occasion.
© Mary Barber
So little giv'n at Chapel Door!--
This People doubtless must be poor:
So much at Gaming thrown away!--
No Nation sure so rich as they.
An Heroical Epistle of Hudibras to Sidrophel
© Samuel Butler
Ecce Iterum Crispinus. -
WELL! SIDROPHEL, though 'tis in vain
At The Commencement Dinner
© James Russell Lowell
'Tis a dreadful oppression, this making men speak
What they're sure to be sorry for all the next week;
Some poor stick requesting, like Aaron's, to bud
Into eloquence, pathos, or wit in cold blood,
As if the dull brain that you vented your spite on
Could be got, like an ox, by mere poking, to Brighton.
An Odd Conceit
© Nicholas Breton
Lovely kind, and kindly loving,
Such a mind were worth the moving;
Truly fair, and fairly true-
Where are all these, but in you?
A Protest And A Protest
© John Shaw Neilson
A certain old maid at Port Victor
had many strange pets to afflict her,
her Kangaroos fought
with the emu's she caught
and when she protested, they kicked her
Au Jardin
© Ezra Pound
O you away high there,
you that lean
From amber lattices upon the cobalt night,
I am below amid the pine trees,
Amid the little pine trees, hear me!
All Hail To The Czar!
© Alfred Austin
All hail to the Czar! By the fringe of the foam
That thunders, untamed, around Albion's shore,
A Ballade of Suicide
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
Even to-day your royal head may fall,
I think I will not hang myself to-day.
A Song Of Going
© Katharine Tynan
I would not like to live to be very old,
To be stripped cold and bare
Of all my leafage that was green and gold
In the delicious air.
A Song : The Sparkling Eye
© William Cowper
The sparkling eye, the mantling cheek,
The polished front, the snowy neck,
How seldom we behold in one!
Glossy locks, and brow serene,
Venus' smiles, Diana's mien,
All meet in you, and you alone.
Auf, Auf! Die Rechte Zeit Ist Hier
© Martin Opitz
Auf, auf! Die rechte Zeit ist hier,
die Stunde wartet vor der Tür,
ihr Brüder, lasset uns erwachsen,
vergesst die Welt und ihre Sachen.
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