Poems begining by B
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Bloodroot
© Bliss William Carman
When April winds arrive
And the soft rains are here,
Some morning by the roadside
These gipsy folk appear.
Black Mousquetaire: A Legend Of France
© Richard Harris Barham
No triumphs flush that haughty brow,-
No proud exulting look is there,-
His eagle glance is humbled now,
As, earthward bent, in anxious care
It seeks the form whose stalwart pride
But yester-morn was by his side!
Book Fourth [Summer Vacation]
© William Wordsworth
BRIGHT was the summer's noon when quickening steps
Followed each other till a dreary moor
Birds In The Night
© Paul Verlaine
You were not over-patient with me, dear;
This want of patience one must rightly rate:
You are so young! Youth ever was severe
And variable and inconsiderate!
Book Of Suleika - These Tufted Branches
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THESE tufted branches fair
Observe, my loved one, well!
Billy's Alphabetical Animal Show
© James Whitcomb Riley
A was an elegant Ape
Who tied up his ears with red tape,
And wore a long veil
Half revealing his tail
Which was trimmed with jet bugles and crape.
Blue Water
© John Gould Fletcher
Sea-violins are playing on the sands;
Curved bows of blue and white are flying over the pebbles,
Beloved Name
© Victor Marie Hugo
The lily's perfume pure, fame's crown of light,
The latest murmur of departing day,
Fond friendship's plaint, that melts at piteous sight,
The mystic farewell of each hour at flight,
The kiss which beauty grants with coy delay,--
Boethius, De Consolatione Philosophiae : Liber 2. Metrum 5
© Henry Vaughan
Happy that first white age when we
Lived by the earth's mere charity!
Bethlehem-Town
© Eugene Field
As I was going to Bethlehem-town,
Upon the earth I cast me down
All underneath a little tree
That whispered in this wise to me:
"Oh, I shall stand on Calvary
And bear what burthen saveth thee!"
Book Of Gloom
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
IT is a fault oneself to praise,
And yet 'tis done by each whose deeds are kind;
And if there's no deceit in what he says,
The good we still as good shall find.
Let, then, ye fools, that wise man taste
Books
© Zora Bernice May Cross
Oh! Bury me in books when I am dead,
Fair quarto leaves of ivory and gold,
But for a woodpecker
© Matsuo Basho
But for a woodpecker
tapping at a post, no sound
at all in the house
Blue Stone
© Larry Levis
Someday, when you are twenty-four and walking through
The street of a foreign city...
Let me go with you a little way,
Let me be that stranger you won't notice.
Ballade On The Mysterious Hosts Of The Forest
© Theodore de Banville
Prince, let us leave the din, the dust, the spite,
The gloom and glare of towns, the plague, the blight;
Amid the forest leaves and fountain spray
There is the mystic home of our delight,
And through the dim wood Dian thrids her way.
Bold Jack Donohue (3)
© Anonymous
Come all you gallant bushrangers who gallop o'er the plains
Refuse to live in slavery, or wear the convict chains.
Attention pay to what I say, and value if I do
For I will relate the matchless tale of bold Jack Donohue.
Book Tenth {Residence in France continued]
© William Wordsworth
IT was a beautiful and silent day
That overspread the countenance of earth,
Behram And Eddetma
© Madison Julius Cawein
Dazzled, six days he sat, a staring trance;
But on the seventh, casting stupor off,
Rose, and the straitness of the case that held
Him as with manacles of knitted fire,
Considered, and decided on a way....
Beethoven
© William Watson
O Master, if immortals suffer aught
Of sadness like to ours, and in like sighs
