Alphabetical Poem First Lines

Delightful poem... "Morn glimmered like a pale primrose." :)

"Gentle Lily with this Album my warmest wishes take," - Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon; To A Young Girl With An Album... https://www.poetry.com/poem/33095/to...-with-an-album

Very 19. Century. Ah, the albums!i myself had one, with lock.

"Hot, black and turbid;"." Haiku for the black coffee" by Peter Abbott
https://www.poetry.com/poem/132877/h...e-black-coffee

Mmmm... I remember the days of espresso, just so.

"I Saw a Peacock, with a fiery tail," - Anonymous (before 1665); I Saw a Peacock, with a fiery tail,... https://www.potw.org/archive/potw193.html

I loved this apocalyptic poem! Such a pity that it is anonymous.

"Jesus came for all,"." Jesus Came For All" by Donka Kristeva
https://www.poetry.com/poems/J/20

:)

"kites of Edo" - Kobayashi Issa; kites of Edo... http://www.poetryatlas.com/poetry/po...es-of-edo.html

The map appears for me, but not the poem. It seems that several poems of this atlas are under copyright protection.

"Just a changing sea of colour"."Rangoon" By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
http://eng-poetry.ru/english/Poem.php?PoemId=17394

kites of Edo / from morning on, heads / shaking, shaking

Enjoyed: "And a sun-burst-tinted throng / Of young priests that move along / Under sun-burst-hued umbrellas through the town." :)

"Keep a red heart of memories" - Carl Sandburg; Haze... https://www.poetry-archive.com/s/haze.html

re: Issa-Charming poem, thanks!

"Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face,"."Lake Leman" -by George Gordon Noel Byron, 6th Baron Byron
https://www.poetrynook.com/poem/lake-leman-0

Fantastic poem by the great Lord Byron!: "Are not the mountain, waves, and skies, a part / Of me and of my soul, as I of them?"... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Byron

"Mad Patsy said, he said to me," - James Stephens; In The Poppy Field... https://www.public-domain-poetry.com...py-field-38123

Enjoyed immensely this cute poem!

Madeira (An excerpt of the Lusiads by Luís de Camões-Book 5)

"Named from her woods, with fragrant bowers adorn'd,
From fair Madeira's purple coast we turn'd:
Cyprus and Paphos' vales the smiling loves
Might leave with joy for fair Madeira's groves;

A shore so flowery, and so sweet an air,
Venus might build her dearest temple there.
Onward we pass Massilia's barren strand,
A waste of wither'd grass and burning sand;
Where his thin herds the meagre native leads,
Where not a rivulet laves the doleful meads;
Nor herds nor fruitage deck the woodland maze;
O'er the wild waste the stupid ostrich strays,
In devious search to pick her scanty meal,
Whose fierce digestion gnaws the temper'd steel.
From the green verge, where Tigitania ends,
To Ethiopia's line the dreary wild extends.
Now past the limit, which his course divides,
When to the north the sun's bright chariot rides,
We leave the winding bays and swarthy shores,
Where Senegal's black wave impetuous roars;
A flood, whose course a thousand tribes surveys,
The tribes who blacken'd in the fiery blaze,
When Phaeton, devious from the solar height,
Gave Afric's sons the sable hue of night.
And now from far the Libyan cape is seen,
Now by my mandate named the Cape of Green.[1]
Where midst the billows of the ocean smiles
A flowery sister-train, the happy isles,[2]
Our onward prows the murmuring surges lave;
And now our vessels plough the gentle wave,

Where the blue islands, named of Hesper old,
Their fruitful bosoms to the deep unfold.
Here changeful nature shows her various face,
And frolics o'er the slopes with wildest grace:
Here our bold fleet their ponderous anchors threw,
The sickly cherish, and our stores renew.
From him the warlike guardian power of Spain,
Whose spear's dread lightning o'er th' embattled plain
Has oft o'erwhelm'd the Moors in dire dismay,
And fixt the fortune of the doubtful day;
From him we name our station of repair,
And Jago's name that isle shall ever bear.
The northern winds now curl'd the blackening main,
Our sails unfurl'd we plough the tide again:
Round Afric's coast our winding course we steer,
Where bending to the east the shores appear.
Here Jalofo its wide extent displays,
And vast Mandinga shews its numerous bays;

Whose mountains' sides, though parch'd and barren, hold,
In copious store, the seeds of beamy gold.
The Gambia here his serpent journey takes,
And through the lawns a thousand windings makes;
A thousand swarthy tribes his current laves,
Ere mix his waters with th' Atlantic waves.
The Gorgades we past, that hated shore,
Famed for its terrors by the bards of yore;
Where but one eye by Phorcus' daughters shared,
The born beholders into marble stared;
Three dreadful sisters! down whose temples roll'd
Their hair of snakes in many a hissing fold,
And scattering horror o'er the dreary strand,
With swarms of vipers sow'd the burning sand.

Still to the south our pointed keels we guide,
And through the austral gulf still onward ride.
Her palmy forests mingling with the skies,
Leona's rugged steep behind us flies;
The Cape of Palms that jutting land we name,
Already conscious of our nation's fame.
Where the vext waves against our bulwarks roar,
And Lusian towers o'erlook the bending shore:
Our sails wide swelling to the constant blast,
Now by the isle from Thomas named we past;
And Congo's spacious realm before us rose,
Where copious Zayra's limpid billow flows;
A flood by ancient hero never seen,
Where many a temple o'er the banks of green,
Rear'd by the Lusian heroes, through the night
Of Pagan darkness, pours the mental light.

O'er the wild waves as southward thus we stray,
Our port unknown, unknown the watery way;

Each night we see, imprest with solemn awe,
Our guiding stars and native skies withdraw:
In the wide void we lose their cheering beams:
Lower and lower still the pole-star gleams,
Till past the limit, where the car of day
Roll'd o'er our heads, and pour'd the downward ray,
We now disprove the faith of ancient lore;
Bootes shining car appears no more:
For here we saw Calisto's star retire
Beneath the wave..."
https://sacred-texts.com/neu/lus/lusbk05.htm

Enjoyed... I purchased an ebook of the Lusiads for my Kindle Fire and read it some time ago :)

"Oh, the days are growing longer;" - Marietta Holley; Spring Song Of The Swallow... https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spri...f-the-swallow/

re Lusiads: Must be some years ago.I forgot completely,
Lovely poem! But the days are hot and long. Saw the snowstorms in USA on telly.

"Peace flows into me". "Peace" by Sara Teasdale
https://www.public-domain-poetry.com...ale/peace-1853

8/23/2016 & 8/24/2016... http://www.online-literature.com/for...=1#post1325714 :)

Love Sara's poem -"Give me your stars to hold." :)

"Quick to hear and heard to express," - Lawrence S. Pertillar; Quick To Express... https://www.poetry.com/poem/165562/quick-to-express

re:2016-That was the year I litnetted,more than 7 years ago now.
Pertillar's poem seems to suggest a reflection about the education of village children.

"Read—Sweet—how others—strove—." "Read—Sweet—how others—strove—" by Emily Dickinson
https://www.poetry.com/poem/12062/re...E2%80%94strove

A sweet history lesson :)

"'S cur'ous-like," said the tree-toad," - James Whitcomb Riley; The Tree-Toad... https://www.best-poems.net/james-whi...tree-toad.html