Poems begining by B
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Brandenburgh Harvest-Song
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The corn, in golden light,
Waves o'er the plain;
The sickle's gleam is bright;
Full swells the grain.
Booth's Drum [1]
© Henry Lawson
They have long used army rank-terms, and oh, say what it shall be,
When a few come back the real thing, and when one comes back V.C.!
They will bang the drum at Crows Nest, they will bang it on the Shore,
They will bang the drum in Kent-street as they never banged before.
And At Last theyll frighten Satan from the Mansion and the Slum
Hell have never heard till that time such a Banging of the Drum.
Baseball's Sad Lexicon
© Franklin Pierce Adams
These are the saddest of possible words:
"Tinker to Evers to Chance."
Ballad Of Human Life
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
WHEN we were girl and boy together,
We tossd about the flowers
Bird Raptures
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The sunrise wakes the lark to sing,
The moonrise wakes the nightingale.
Come darkness, moonrise, everything
That is so silent, sweet, and pale,
Come, so ye wake the nightingale.
Bruno The Hunter
© William Henry Drummond
You never hear tell, Marie, ma femme,
Of Bruno de hunter man,
Wit' hees wild dogs chasin' de moose an' deer,
Every day on de long, long year,
Off on de hillside far an' near,
An' down on de beeg savane?
Bird-Songs
© George MacDonald
I will sing a song,
Said the owl.
You sing a song, sing-song
Ugly fowl!
What will you sing about,
Night in and day out?
Being His Mother
© James Whitcomb Riley
Being his mother--when he goes away
I would not hold him overlong, and so
Breitmann Am Rhein - Cologne.
© Charles Godfrey Leland
HOW wunderschon das Vaterland
In audumn-life abbears;
Vot rainpows gild ids vallies crand,
Ven seen troo vallin tears.
"Below The Sunsets Range Of Rose"
© Madison Julius Cawein
Below the sunset's range of rose,
Below the heaven's deepening blue,
Down woodways where the balsam blows,
And milkweed tufts hang, gray with dew,
A Jersey heifer stops and lows-
The cows come home by one, by two.
Bitter Strawberries
© Sylvia Plath
All morning in the strawberry field
They talked about the Russians.
Squatted down between the rows
We listened.
We heard the head woman say,
'Bomb them off the map.'
Ballade Of His Books
© Andrew Lang
Prince, tastes may differ; mine and thine
Quite other balances are scaled in;
May you succeed, though I repine -
"The many things I've tried and failed in!"
Ben Boyd's Tower
© Henry Lawson
Moonlight peoples Boyd Tower,
Mystic are its walls;
Lightly dance the lovers
In its haunted halls.
Brothers All
© Edgar Albert Guest
Under the toiler's grimy shirt,
Under the sweat and the grease and dirt,
Under the rough outside you view,
Is a man who thinks and feels as you.
Blason Du Sein
© Maurice Sceve
L'haut plasmateur de ce corps admirable,
L'ayant formé en membres variable
Bereavement Of The Fields
© William Wilfred Campbell
Soft fall the February snows, and soft
Falls on my heart the snow of wintry pain;
For never more, by wood or field or croft,
Will he we knew walk with his loved again;
Blue Evening
© Rupert Brooke
My restless blood now lies a-quiver,
Knowing that always, exquisitely,
This April twilight on the river
Stirs anguish in the heart of me.
