Poems begining by B
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Battle Bunny (Malvern Hill, 1864)
© Francis Bret Harte
Till a flash, not all of steel,
Where the rolling caissons wheel,
Brought a rumble and a roar
Rolling down that velvet floor,
And like blows of autumn flail
Sharply threshed the iron hail.
Bill the Bullock-Driver
© Henry Kendall
The singers that sweeten all time with their song
Pure voices that make us forget
Humanitys drama of marvellous wrong
To Bill are as mysteries yet.
By Lough-Na-Gar: Rain
© Arthur Symons
Into a land of wandering rain
I have fled from a voice that follows me still
To the lonely cabin under the hill;
It cries to me out of the windless rain.
And at night I hear it crying again.
By The Fireside : The Singers
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
God sent his Singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth,
That they might touch the hearts of men,
And bring them back to heaven again.
By The Seaside : The Building Of The Ship
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On the deck another bride
Is standing by her lover's side.
Shadows from the flags and shrouds,
Like the shadows cast by clouds,
Broken by many a sunny fleck,
Fall around them on the deck.
Battle-Flags Of Illinois
© Harriet Monroe
Through the red dusk of war they flew
From Shiloh to the sea.
Black fumes from shattered bolts that blew
Withered the colors three,
And crimson rains made sombre stains.
Ballade Made In The Hot Weather
© William Ernest Henley
Dark aisles, new packs of cards,
Mermaidens' tails, cool swards,
Dawn dews and starlit seas,
White marbles, whiter words -
To live, I think of these!
Bushwick: Latex Flat by D. Nurkse: American Life in Poetry #179 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-
© Ted Kooser
I've always loved shop talk, with its wonderful language of tools and techniques. This poem by D. Nurkse of Brooklyn, New York, is a perfect example. I especially like the use of the verb, lap, in line seven, because that's exactly the sound a four-inch wall brush makes.
Bushwick: Latex Flat
Birthday Verses
© Thomas Hood
Good morrow to the golden morning,
Good morrow to the world's delight
I've come to bless thy life's beginning,
Since it makes my own so bright!
Brookwell
© William Barnes
Well, I do zay 'tis wo'th woone's while
To beät the doust a good six mile
Brisbane Ladies
© Anonymous
Farewell and adieu to you, Brisbane ladies
Farewell and adieu, you maids of Toowong
We've sold all our cattle and we have to get a movin'
But we hope we shall see you again before long.
'Blandula, Tenulla, Vagula'
© Ezra Pound
Soul, if She meet us there, will any rumour
Of havens more high and courts desirable
Lure us beyond the cloudy peak of Riva ?
Battle Sleep
© Edith Wharton
SOMEWHERE, O sun, some corner there must be
Thou visitest, where down the strand
Quietly, still, the waves go out to sea
From the green fringes of a pastoral land.
Brave Donahue
© Anonymous
A life that is free as the bandit's of old,
When Rome was the prey of the warriers bold
Who knew how to buy gallant soldiers with gold,
Is the life, full of danger,
Of Jack the bushranger,
Of bold Donahue
Baloo Loo For Jenny
© Robert Graves
Sing baloo loo for Jenny
And where is she gone?
Away to spy her mother's land,
Riding all alone.
Broken Wings
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
GRAY-HEADED POETS, whom the full years bless
With life and health and chance still multiplied
To hold your forward course fame and success
Close at your side;
Botany Bay Eclogues 01
© Robert Southey
Where a sight shall shuddering Sorrow find.
Sad as the ruins of the human mind!
