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- Almighty! what is man? by Emma Lazarus
- Almost happy now, he looked at his estate. by W. H. Auden
- Almost the shell of a woman after the surgeon’s knife! by Edgar Lee Masters
- Aloft on the brow of a mountain, by Patrick Brontë
- Alone and in a Circumstance by Emily Dickinson
- Alone I climb the steep ascending path by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- Alone I pace the path we walked last year. by Arthur Weir
- Alone in desert dreary, by Morris Rosenfeld
- Alone in the night by Sara Teasdale
- Alone it stands in Poesy’s fair land, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- Alone she sat with her accusing heart, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- Alone, alone, in the twilight gray, by Freeman E. Miller
- Alone, I cannot be— by Emily Dickinson
- Alone, remote, nor witting where I went, by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Along by the river of ruin by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Along that gloomy river’s brim, by Sam G. Goodrich
- Along the avenue I pass by Hattie Howard
- Along the dyke the keen air blew in gusts, by Amy Lowell
- Along the field as we came by by A. E. Housman
- Along the narrow Moorish street by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- Along the narrow sandy height by Archibald Lampman
- Along the pastoral ways I go, by Lizette Woodworth Reese
- Along the tightrope stretched across the falls, by Jared Carter
- Along the tops of all the yellow trees, by George MacDonald
- Along the waste, a great way off, the pines, by Archibald Lampman
- Along the wind-swept platform, pinched and white, by Siegfried Sassoon
- Aloof they crown the foreland lone, by Herman Melville
- Aloof within the day’s enormous dome, by George Sterling
- Alphonso Rex who died in Rome by Robert Service
- Already ’neath the morning star by John L. Stoddard
- Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlischen Kunst by Sidney Lanier
- Alter! When the Hills do— by Emily Dickinson
- Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face, by William Butler Yeats
- Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, by Anne Bradstreet
- Although I can see him still. by William Butler Yeats
- Although I have a car of class, by Robert Service
- Although I put away his life— by Emily Dickinson
- Although I saw before me there the face by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Although I shelter from the rain by William Butler Yeats
- Although I work, and seldom cease, by Dorothy Parker
- Although my blood I’ve shed by Robert Service
- Although the Preacher be a bore, by Robert Service
- Although thy hand and faith, and good works too, by John Donne
- Although you deem it far from nice, by Robert Service
- Although you hide in the ebb and flow by William Butler Yeats
- Although you sit in a room that is gray, by Wallace Stevens
- Always at sea I think about the dead. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- Always I knew that it could not last by Dorothy Parker
- Always Mine! by Emily Dickinson
- Always searching, may you find; by James A. Emanuel
- Always we are following a light, by Amy Lowell
- Always, sweetheart, by D. H. Lawrence
- Am I a stone and not a sheep by Christina Rossetti
- Am I a stone, and not a sheep, by Christina Rossetti
- Am I kin to Sorrow, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
- Am I waking? Was I sleeping? by Adam Lindsay Gordon
- Amarantha, sweet and fair, by Richard Lovelace
- Amazing monster! that, for aught I know, by James Henry Leigh Hunt
- Amber husk by H. D.
- Ambition cannot find him. by Emily Dickinson
- Ami, le temps n’est plus des guitares, des plumes, by Paul Verlaine
- Amid earth’s vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime: by John McCrae
- Amid my books I lived the hurrying years, by John McCrae
- Amid the florid multitude her face by Alan Seeger
- Amid this hot green glowing gloom by Dame Edith Sitwell
- Amiens sings: Under the greenwood tree, by William Shakespeare
- Among a race high-handed, strong of heart, by Henry Newbolt
- Among our hills and valleys, I have known by William Cullen Bryant
- Among the holy Mountains high by John Milton
- Among the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and by Carl Sandburg
- Among the orchard weeds, from every search, by John Clare
- Among the rain by William Carlos Williams
- Among the shadows where two streets cross, by Carl Sandburg
- Among the shallows where the sand by E. (Edith) Nesbit
- Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon by T. S. Eliot
- Among the taller wood with ivy hung, by John Clare
- Among the wintry mountains beside the Northern sea by Bliss Carman
- Among the woods and tillage by Henry Newbolt
- Among twenty snowy mountains, by Wallace Stevens
- Ample make this Bed— by Emily Dickinson
- An age in her embraces passed by John Wilmot
- An aged man in quilted dressing gown by Amy Lowell
- An Airedale rolling through green frost, by Deborah Ager
- An altered look about the hills— by Emily Dickinson
- An ancient chestnut’s blossoms threw by Walter Savage Landor
- An Ancient gaffer once I knew, by Robert Service
- An ancient saga tells us how by Robert Graves
- An ancient terra-cotta Faun, by Paul Verlaine
- An angel saw me sitting by a brook, by George MacDonald
- An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street; by Robert Service
- An angel, robed in spotless white, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- An angler to an angler here, by Andrew Lang
- An antiquated Grace by Emily Dickinson
- An Antiquated Tree by Emily Dickinson
- An apple orchard smells like wine; by Lizette Woodworth Reese
- An argument sometimes used against paying women as highly as men for the by Alice Duer Miller
- An arid daylight shines along the beach by Amy Lowell
- An author thinks she knows more than by Amy King
- An awful Tempest mashed the air— by Emily Dickinson
- An easy lazy length of limb, by Christina Rossetti
