Poems begining by B

Beechwoods at Knole

© Victoria Mary Sackville-West

How do I love you, beech-trees, in the autumn,
Your stone-grey columns a cathedral nave
Processional above the earth's brown glory!  

Babyhood

© James Whitcomb Riley

Heigh-ho! Babyhood! Tell me where you linger:
  Let's toddle home again, for we have gone astray;
  Take this eager hand of mine and lead me by the finger
  Back to the Lotus lands of the far-away.

By The Sea

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Last night a hand on my window tapped,

A voice came out of the sea,

Breitmann In Maryland

© Charles Godfrey Leland

DER BREITMANN mit his gompany
Rode out in Marylandt.
"Dere's nix to trink in dis countrie;
ine droat's as dry as sand.

Bednyj pevec

© Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky

O krasnyj mir, gde ja votshche rascvel,
prosti navek! S obmanutoj dushoju
ja schast'ja zhdal - mechtam konec;
pogiblo vse, umolkni, lira;
skorej, skorej v obitel' mira,
bednyj pevec, bednyj pevec!

Babylon Is Fallen!

© Henry Clay Work

Don't you see de black clouds
Risin' ober yonder,
Whar de Massa's old plantation am?
Neber you be frightened,
Dem is only darkies,
Come to jine an' fight for Uncle Sam,

Breitmann In Belgium. Spa.

© Charles Godfrey Leland

VHEN sommer drees shake fort deir leafs,
Ash maids shake out deir locks,
Und singen mit de rifulets,
Vitch ripplen round de rocks,

Businesse

© George Herbert

Rivers run, and springs each one
Know their home, and get them gone:
Hast thou tears, or hast thou none?

Blessings On Children

© William Gilmore Simms

Blessings on the blessing children, sweetest gifts of Heaven to earth,

Filling all the heart with gladness, filling all the house with mirth;

Bayard Taylor

© John Greenleaf Whittier

I.

"And where now, Bayard, will thy footsteps tend?"

Beloved

© Govinda Krishna Chettur

You are the Rose of me,
In you have I lost myself utterly,
Your fragrance, as a breath from Paradise,
About me ever lies;
I crush you to my heart with subtlest ecstasy
And on your lips I live, and in your passionate eyes.

Boy And His Stomach

© Edgar Albert Guest

What's the matter with you--ain't I always been your friend?
Ain't I been a pardner to you? All my pennies don't I spend
In gettin' nice things for you? Don't I give you lots of cake?
Say, stummick, what's the matter, that you had to go an' ache?

Book Of Suleika - The Reunion

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

CAN it be! of stars the star,

Do I press thee to my heart?

Ben Jonson: III

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Nor less, high-stationed on the grey grave heights,
High-thoughted seers with heaven’s heart-kindling lights
  Hold converse: and the herd of meaner things
Knows or by fiery scourge or fiery shaft
When wrath on thy broad brows has risen, and laughed,
  Darkening thy soul with shadow of thunderous wings.

Ballad

© Amelia Opie

Round youthful Henry's restless bed
His weeping friends and parents pressed;
But she who raised his languid head
He loved far more than all the rest.

Breeze And Billow

© Albert Durrant Watson

A FAIR blue sky,
A far blue sea,
Breeze o'er the billows blowing!
The deeps of night o'er the waters free,
With mute appeal to the soul of me
In billows and breezes flowing;

Bluebeard

© Sylvia Plath

I am sending back the key

that let me into bluebeard's study;

by Matsuo Basho