Poems begining by B
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Bound
© Aline Murray Kilmer
IF I had loved you, soon, ah, soon I had lost you.
Had I been kind you had kissed me and gone your faithless way.
The kiss that I would not give is the kiss that your lips are holding:
Now you are mine forever, because of all I have cost you.
Brahmā, Vişņu, Śiva
© Rabindranath Tagore
nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim;
nasid raja no vioma paro yat.
kim avarivah? kuha? kasya sarmann?
Ambhah kim asid, gahanam gabhiram?
By The Aurelian Wall
© Bliss William Carman
Who slyly should bestow
The foreign reed-flute they had seen him blow
And finger cunningly,
On one of the dark children standing by,
Then lift his cloak and go.
Battlefield
© August Stramm
Yielding clod lulls iron off to sleep
bloods clot the patches where they oozed
Bending The Bow
© Robert Duncan
You stand behind the where-I-am.
The deep tones and shadows I will call a woman.
The quick high notes... You are a girl there too,
having something of sister and of wife,
inconsolate,
and I would play Orpheus for you again,
Betrayed
© Edith Nesbit
I WENT back to our home to-day
That still its robe of roses wore;
My feet took the old easy way,
And led me to our door.
Bless The Dear Old Verdant Land
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Bless the dear old verdant land!
Brother, wert thou born of it?
Book Of Parables - It Is Good
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Eve near him,--she, too, fell asleep.
There lay they now, on earth's fair shrine,
God's two most beauteous thoughts divine.--
When this He saw, He cried:--'Tis Good!!!
And scarce could move from where He stood.
Before We Were Married
© Henry Lawson
BLACKSOIL PLAINS were grey soil, grey soil in the drought.
Fifteen years away, and five hundred miles out;
Swag and bag and billy carried all our care
Before we were married, and I wish that I were there.
Ballade Of The Summer Term
© Andrew Lang
Reformers of Schools and of States,
Is mirth so tremendous a crime?
Ah! spare what grim pedantry hates -
Sweet hours and the fleetest of time!
Bamborough Castle
© William Lisle Bowles
Ye holy Towers that shade the wave-worn steep,
Long may ye rear your aged brows sublime,
Brunton Stephens
© George Essex Evans
Great Singer of the South, who set
Thy face to Duty as a star,
Though, in hushed skies of violet,
Thy throne of kingship gleamed afar,
Shall not the toil of common days
Add nobler lustre to thy bays!
Babel
© Caroline Norton
KNOW ye in ages past that tower
By human hands built strong and high?
Arch over arch, with magic power,
Rose proudly each successive hour,
To reach the happy sky.
Book Second [School-Time Continued]
© William Wordsworth
THUS far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much
Unvisited, endeavoured to retrace
Bedtime
© Edgar Albert Guest
It's bedtime, and we lock the door,
Put out the lights--the day is o'er;
All that can come of good or ill,
The record of this day to fill,
Is written down; the worries cease,
And old and young may rest in peace.
To A Blaze" by William Wordsworth">"By Moscow Self-Devoted To A Blaze"
© William Wordsworth
By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze
Of dreadful sacrifice, by Russian blood
Bread
© Jones Very
Long do we live upon the husks of corn,
While 'neath untasted lie the kernels still,
