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Breaking The Charm

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Caught Susanner whistlin'; well,

It's most nigh too good to tell.

Bitter And Sweet

© John Newton

Kindle, Saviour, in my heart,

A flame of love divine;

Booker T. Washington

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

The word is writ that he who runs may read.

What is the passing breath of earthly fame?

Beard And Baby

© Eugene Field

I say, as one who never feared
The wrath of a subscriber's bullet,
I pity him who has a beard
But has no little girl to pull it!

Beauty, Its Effect.

© Robert Crawford

I have been touched with her, and have ta'en (Unclear
The acquaintance of her beauty like a dream,
Or as it were a flower of Faerie breathed
By an immortal; for the light and air

Ball's Bluff: A Reverie

© Herman Melville

One noonday, at my window in the town,

I saw a sight - saddest that eyes can see -

Between Sleep and Waking

© Mathilde Blind

SOFTLY in a dream I heard,
Ere the day was breaking,
Softly call a cuckoo bird
Between sleep and waking.

Be'mi'ster

© William Barnes

Sweet Be'mi'ster, that bist a-bound

By green an' woody hills all round,

Ballad of the Breadman

© Charles Causley

Mary stood in the kitchen
Baking a loaf of bread.
An angel flew in the window
Weve a job for you, he said.

Behold we come, dear Lord, to Thee;

© John Austin

Behold we come, dear Lord, to Thee;

And bow before thy Throne:

Book Eleventh: France [concluded]

© William Wordsworth

But indignation works where hope is not,
And thou, O Friend! wilt be refreshed. There is
One great society alone on earth:
The noble Living and the noble Dead.

Birds of a Feather

© Theocritus

Cicala is dear to cicala,
Ant loves ant, hawks hawk;
But me the muse and song enchant.
Of this may my house be full;

Bush Justice

© Charles Harpur

A Dealer, bewitched by gain-promising dreams

Settled down near my Station, to trade with my Teams,

BABETTE she was a fisher gal,
With jupon striped and cap in crimps.
She passed her days inside the Halle,
Or catching little nimble shrimps.
Yet she was sweet as flowers in May,
With no professional bouquet.

By the green waters

By the green waters oil
The air circles the wild flower; the men
Skirt along the skyscraper street and carry weights
Heavier than themselves;
By the rotted piers where sunk slime feeds
the lily-pads,

Bambino Fasciato

A PIPPO Pipistrello

Farfalla la fanciulla:

Breitmann In Politics

VHEN ash de var vas ober, und Beace her shnow-wice vings
Vas vafin' o'er de coondry (in shpodts) like efery dings
Und heroes vere revardtet, de beople all pegan
To say 'tvas shame dat nodings vas done for Breitemann.