Poems begining by B
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Big Words
© Robert Graves
I've whined of coming death, but now, no more!
It's weak and most ungracious. For, say I,
Builders Of Ruins
© Alice Meynell
We build with strength and deep tower wall
That shall be shattered thus and thus.
And fair and great are court and hall,
But how fair-this is not for us,
Who know the lack that lurks in all.
Billy And His Drum
© James Whitcomb Riley
Ho! it's come, kids, come!
"With a bim! bam! bum!
Here's little Billy bangin' on his big bass drum!
He's a-marchin' round the room,
With his feather-duster plume
A-noddin' an' a-bobbin' with his bim! bom! boom!
Becs Birth-Day Nov. 8, 1726
© Jonathan Swift
This day, dear Bec, is thy nativity;
Had Fate a luckier one, she'd give it ye.
She chose a thread of greatest length,
And doubly twisted it for strength:
By The Fates
© Alfred Austin
By the fates that have fastened our life,
By the distance that holds us apart,
Ballad of the Moon, Moon
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Ay how the nightjar sings!
How it sings in the tree!
The moon goes through the sky
with a child in her hand.
Beggars
© William Wordsworth
She had a tall man's height or more;
Her face from summer's noontide heat
No bonnet shaded, but she wore
A mantle, to her very feet
Descending with a graceful flow,
And on her head a cap as white as new-fallen snow.
By A Child's Bed
© Duncan Campbell Scott
She breathèd deep,
And stepped from out life's stream
Upon the shore of sleep;
And parted from the earthly noise,
Leaving her world of toys,
To dwell a little in a dell of dream.
Baby's Dreams (second version)
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
WHAT doth the Moon, so lily white,
Busily weave this summer night?
Bande Mataram
© Sri Aurobindo
Mother, I bow to thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark fields waving, Mother of might,
Mother free.
By The Seaside : The Lighthouse
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,
And on its outer point, some miles away,
The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,
A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.
Blind Horses
© Robinson Jeffers
The proletariat for your Messiah, the poor and many are to
seize power and make the world new.
Beranger's "Broken Fiddle"
© Eugene Field
There, there, poor dog, my faithful friend,
Pay you no heed unto my sorrow:
But feast to-day while yet you may,-
Who knows but we shall starve to-morrow!
'Bound for the Lord-Knows-Where'
© Henry Lawson
'Where are you going with your horse and bike,
And the townsfolk still at rest?
Bluebeard
© Harry Graham
Yes, I am Bluebeard, and my name
Is one that children cannot stand;
Yet once I used to be so tame
I'd eat out of a person's hand;
So gentle was I wont to be
A Curate might have played with me.
Bring Her Again, O Western Wind
© William Ernest Henley
Bring her again, O western wind,
Over the western sea!
Gentle and good and fair and kind,
Bring her again to me!
Brussels
© Arthur Rimbaud
Boulevard du Régent
July Flowerbeds of amaranths right up to
The pleasant palace of Jupiter. -
I know it is Thou, who is this place,
Minglest thine almost Saharan Blue !
Bud
© Edgar Albert Guest
Who is it lives to the full every minute,
Gets all the joy and the fun that is in it?
Blue Mountain Pioneers
© Henry Kendall
The dauntless three! For twenty days and nights
These heroes battled with the haughty heights;
