Poems begining by B
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Boats In A Fog
© Robinson Jeffers
Sports and gallantries, the stage, the arts, the antics of dancers,
The exuberant voices of music,
Bitterness
© Victoria Mary Sackville-West
Yes, they were kind exceedingly; most mild
Even in indignation, taking by the hand
One that obeyed them mutely, as a child
Submissive to a law he does not understand.
Beaumont and Fletcher:IV
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
AN HOUR ere sudden sunset fired the west,
Arose two stars upon the pale deep east.
Ballade 1
© Eustache Deschamps
The stag was very proud of his swiftness,
Of running ten miles in one breath,
Boomerang
© Rex Ingamells
This piece of hardwood, cunningly shaped,
was curved so evenly while piccaninnies gaped
Boy O' Mine
© Edgar Albert Guest
"Boy o' mine, boy o' mine, this is my prayer for you,
This is my dream and my thought and my care for you:
Strong be the spirit which dwells in the breast of you,
Never may folly or shame get the best of you;
You shall be tempted in fancied security,
But make no choice that is stained with impurity.
Bud's Fairy-Tale
© James Whitcomb Riley
Nen _I_ say "Howdy-do!"
An' he say "_I'm_ all hunkey, Nibsey; how
Is _your_ folks comin' on?"
Bayard Taylor (Upon Death)
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
"OFT have I fronted Death, nor feared his might!
To me immortal, this dim Finite seems
Like some waste low-land, crossed by wandering streams
Whose clouded waves scarce catch our yearning sight:
Benedictio Domini
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Without, the sullen noises of the street!
The voice of London, inarticulate,
Hoarse and blaspheming, surges in to meet
The silent blessing of the Immaculate.
Book Of Timur - The Winter And Timur
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
So the winter now closed round them
With resistless fury. Scattering
Brer Rabbit You's de Cutes' of 'Em All
© James Weldon Johnson
"Brer Wolf am mighty cunnin',
Brer Fox am mighty sly,
Brer Terrapin an' 'Possum kinder small;
Brer Lion's mighty vicious,
Brer B'ar he's sorter 'spicious,
Brer Rabbit, you's de cutes' of 'em all."
Behind The Arras
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
As in some dim baronial hall restrained,
A prisoner sits, engirt by secret doors
Borrow'd Plumes
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Of borrow'd plumes I take the sin,
My extracts will apply
To some few silly songs which in
These pages scatter'd lie.
By The Seaside : The Fire Of Driftwood
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
We sat within the farm-house old,
Whose windows, looking o'er the bay,
Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold,
An easy entrance, night and day.
Ballades V - Of His Choice Of A Sepulchre
© Andrew Lang
Friend, or stranger kind, or lover,
Ah, fulfil a last behest,
Let me rest
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover!
Ballade Of The Breakfast Table
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Autocratesses, forgive my heat,
But isn't it time to change that stuff?
Small is the benison I entreat--
Why don't they ever have spoons enough?
But I Was Looking At The Permanent Stars
© Wilfred Owen
Voices of boys were by the river-side.
Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad.
The shadow of the morrow weighed on men.
Break o Day
© Henry Lawson
I was born to ruin or born to mar
The home wherever I light.
Oh! I wish that you were the Evening Star
And that I were the Fall o Night.
