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• The Angel (Notebook)

  The Angel[1]
  I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
  And that I was a maiden queen …

  William Blake

• The Angel that presided oer my birth

  * * *
  The Angel that presided oer my birth
  Said Little creature formd of Joy & Mirth …

  William Blake

• Angels, in the early morning

  Angels in the early morning
  May be seen the dews among,
  Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying : …

  Emily Dickinson

• Anger & Wrath my bosom rends

  * * *
  Anger & Wrath my bosom rends
  I thought them the Errors of friends …

  William Blake

• Angutivaun Taina

  Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood,
  Our furs with the drifted snow,
  As we come in with the seal—the seal! …

  Rudyard Kipling

• Another (Bleecker)

  Still apprehending death and pain,
  To whom great God shall I complain?
  To whom pour out my tears …

  Ann Eliza Bleecker

• Another Epitaph (I was buried near this Dike)

  Another
  I was buried near this Dike
  That my Friends may weep as much as they like

  William Blake

• Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/Another Spring

  If I might see another Spring
  I'd not plant summer flowers and wait:
  I'd have my crocuses at once, …

  Christina Georgina Rossetti

• Another. (Miss Molly lays down)

  MISS Molly lays down as a positive rule,
  That no one should marry for love, but a fool:
  Exceptions to rules even Lilly allows; …

  Henry Fielding

• An Answer to Various Bards

  Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in,
  Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their kin,
  With their dreadful, dismal stories of the Overlander's camp, …

  Banjo Paterson

• Apology for Her

  Apology for Her
  Be rendered by the Bee —
  Herself, without a Parliament …

• An apology for sadness

  When, in the miser's eager gaze,
  His countless treasures lie,
  Then most his coward spirit sinks, …

  Anne Lynch Botta

• Apparently with no surprise

  Apparently with no surprise
  To any happy Flower
  The Frost beheads it at its play — …

  Emily Dickinson

• Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/An Apple Gathering

  I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree
  And wore them all that evening in my hair:
  Then in due season when I went to see …

  Christina Georgina Rossetti

• April (Willis)

  I have found violets. April hath come on,
  And the cool winds feel softer, and the rain
  Falls in the beaded drops of summer-time. …

  Nathaniel Parker Willis

• Are Friends Delight or Pain?

  Are Friends Delight or Pain?
  Could Bounty but remain
  Riches were good — …

  Emily Dickinson

• Are You Sleeping Maggie

  Dark and rainy is the night,
  There's no a star in a' the carry;
  Lightnings gleam athwart the lift, …

  Robert Tannahill

• Arithmetic on the Frontier

  A great and glorious thing it is
  To learn, for seven years or so,
  The Lord knows what of that and this, …

  Rudyard Kipling

• Ars Victrix

  Yes; when the ways oppose —
  When the hard means rebel,
  Fairer the work outgrows, — …

  Pierre Jules Théophile Gautier

• Art thou the thing I wanted?

  Art thou the thing I wanted?
  Begone — my Tooth has grown —
  Supply the minor Palate …

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