Poems begining by B
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Ballad
© Charles Godfrey Leland
Der noble Ritter Hugo
Von Schwillensaufenstein,
Rode out mit shper and helmet,
Und he coom to de panks of de Rhine.
Bonny Mary O!
© John Clare
The morning opens fine, bonny Mary O!
The robin sings his song by the dairy O!
Where the little Jenny wrens cock their tails among the hens,
Singing morning's happy songs with Mary O!
Book Of Love - One More Pair
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
LOVE is indeed a glorious prize!
What fairer guerdon meets our eyes?-
Blest be thy love, dear Lord,
© John Austin
Blest be thy love, dear Lord,
That taught us this sweet way,
Only to love Thee for Thyself,
And for that love obey.
Better Not Ask Me
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
(Hey the truth might hurt so I'm tellin' you now that you better not ask me)
Hey you better not ask me where I been all night
Why my eyes are shinin' and my spirit is flyin'
You better not ask if I been doin' right or I just might tell you
Bakhichisarai At Night
© Adam Mickiewicz
The faithful villagers have scattered from the Mosque;
The echo of a muezzin's voice melts in the calm of dusk;
And the horizon blushes deep, tinged with rubies.
The king of silver, crescent of the night,
Ballade 2
© Eustache Deschamps
Prince, it's clear a spice like clove
can drop its guard. It won't be busted.
There's just one thing these people serve:
Always, never asking, mustard.
Battle Of Hastings - II
© Thomas Chatterton
OH Truth! immortal daughter of the skies,
Too lyttle known to wryters of these daies,
Breath of Hampstead Heath
© Edith Matilda Thomas
THE WIND of Hampstead Heath still burns my cheek
As, home returned, I muse, and see arise
Betrothed
© Augusta Davies Webster
I DID not think to love her. As we go
We pluck a hedge-rose blushing in its sheath,
Botany Bay
© Anonymous
Farewell to old England for ever,
Farewell to my rum culls as well,
Farewell to the well-known Old Bailey.
Where I used for to cut such a swell.
Brings me hope
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
WHAT drunkenness is this that brings me hope--
Who was the Cup-bearer, and whence the wine?
That minstrel singing with full voice divine,
What lay was his? for 'mid the woven rope
Of song, he brought word from my Friend to me
Set to his melody.
Book Twelfth [Imagination And Taste, How Impaired And Restored ]
© William Wordsworth
What wonder, then, if, to a mind so far
Perverted, even the visible Universe
Fell under the dominion of a taste
Less spiritual, with microscopic view
Was scanned, as I had scanned the moral world?
Bigtime
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Hey dragged up my holly and I pull it to a town for the bigtime
Hey rig down the road I tore 'em down I'm a bigtime
I wheeled right in them swinging doors
Out through the window with half of that store
By the Babe Unborn
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
If trees were tall and grasses short,
As in some crazy tale,
Ballade Of True Wisdom
© Andrew Lang
Gods, grant or withhold it; your "yea" and your "nay"
Are immutable, heedless of outcry of ours:
But life IS worth living, and here we would stay
For a house full of books, and a garden of flowers.
Book Of Contemplation - For Woman
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
By Heaven she could not straightened be.
Attempt to bend her, and she'll break;
If left alone, more crooked grows madam;
What well could be worse, my good friend, Adam?-
For woman due allowance make;
'Twere grievous, if thy rib should break!
Blue Hyacinths
© Adelaide Crapsey
In your
Curled petals what ghosts
Of blue headlands and seas,
What perfumed immortal breath sighing
Of Greece.
Ballad: Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree
© Charles Kingsley
'Are you ready for your steeple-chase, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree?
Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree,
You're booked to ride your capping race to-day at Coulterlee,
You're booked to ride Vindictive, for all the world to see,
To keep him straight, to keep him first, and win the run for me.
Barum, Barum,' etc.
Book Of Suleika - The Sublime Type
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE sun, whom Grecians Helms call,
His heavenly path with pride doth tread,
