Poems begining by B
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Belgium
© Edith Wharton
Not with her ruined silver spires,
Not with her cities shamed and rent,
Perish the imperishable fires
That shape the homestead from the tent.
Bury Me In My Shades
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
In a pad with no heat, up on Sullivan Street,
The last of the hipsters lay dyin'.
Wearin' his shades, so like no one could tell
Like whether or not he was cryin'.
Beware! (From The German)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
She has two eyes, so soft and brown,
Take care!
She gives a side-glance and looks down,
Beware! Beware!
Trust her not,
She is fooling thee!
By The Fireside : The Open Window
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The old house by the lindens
Stood silent in the shade,
And on the gravelled pathway
The light and shadow played.
Beeny Cliff [March 1870 - March 1913]
© Thomas Hardy
I
O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea,
And the woman riding high above with bright hair flapping free -
The woman whom I loved so, and who loyally loved me.
Beauty's Halo
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Thy beauty hangs around thee like
Splendour around the moon--
Thy voice, as silver bells that strike
Upon...
Bess
© William Stafford
Ours are the streets where Bess first met her
cancer. She went to work every day past the
Ballade to the Forgotten Poets of the Ages
© Kostas Karyotakis
And off in some far future epoch:
"What forgotten poet" I should like it to be asked
"has written such a beggarly
ballade to the forgotten poets?"
Book Of Suleika - Suleika 04
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WITH what inward joy, sweet lay,
I thy meaning have descried!
Ballade Des Pendus
© Theodore de Banville
Prince, where leaves murmur of the May,
A tree of bitter clusters grows;
The bodies of men dead are they!
_This is King Louis's orchard close_!
Barcarola (#2)
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
OLTRE tomba
Qualche cosa?
E che ne dici?
Saremo felici?
Terra mai posa,
E mar rimbomba.
Between Two Worlds
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
HERE sitting by the fire
I aspire, love, I aspire--
Not to that "other world" of your fond dreams,
But one as nigh and nigher,
Compared to which your real, unreal seems.
Ballade Of A Hardy Annual
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Brothers in motley, the season is here;
Small is the boon that we sadly invoke:
Butcher it, murder it, jump on its ear!--
Down with the grandmother-funeral joke!
Brook Farm
© Louise Imogen Guiney
Down the long road, bent and brown,
Youth, that dearly loves a vision,
Ventures to the gate Elysian,
As a pilgrim from the town.
Beautifying The Flag
© Edgar Albert Guest
To us the Flag has little meant.
Each glorious stripe of red
Bread And Gravy
© Edgar Albert Guest
There's a heap o' satisfaction in a chunk o' pumpkin pie,
An' I'm always glad I'm livin' when the cake is passin' by;
Beyond
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Love's aftermath! I think the time is now
That we must gather in, alone, apart
Beauty And Art
© Madison Julius Cawein
The gods are dead; but still for me
Lives on in wildwood brook and tree
Each myth, each old divinity.
