Poems begining by B

Blessed Be Thy Name Forever

© James Hogg

Blessed be thy name for ever,
Thou of life the guard and giver!
Thou canst guard thy creatures sleeping,
Heal the heart long broke with weeping.

Beauty. Part III.

© Henry James Pye

  'Tis in the mind that Beauty stands confess'd,
  In all the noblest pride of glory dress'd,
  Where virtue's rules the conscious bosom arm,
  There to our eyes she spreads her brightest charm:
  There all her rays, with force collected, shine,
  Proclaim her worth, and speak her race divine. 

By Philemon

© William Cowper

Oft we embrace our ills by discontent,

And give them bulk beyond what nature meant.

Breath Of The Briar

© George Meredith

I

O briar-scents, on yon wet wing

Barbara

© Alexander Smith

ON the Sabbath-day,

  Through the churchyard old and gray,

Before the Mirror

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

I.

WHITE ROSE in red rose-garden

Between The Mountains And The Plain

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Between the mountains and the plain
We leaned upon a rampart old;
Beneath, branch--blossoms trembled white;
Far--off a dusky fringe of rain
Brushed low along a sky of gold,
Where earth spread lost in endless light.

Baby's First Journey

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Lightly they hold him and lightly they sway him-
Soft as a pillow are somebody's arms.
Down he goes slowly, ever so lowly
Over the rim of the cradle they lay him-
Baby's first journey is free from alarms.

Birchbrook Mill

© John Greenleaf Whittier

A NOTELESS stream, the Birchbrook runs
Beneath its leaning trees;
That low, soft ripple is its own,
That dull roar is the sea's.

Beg-Innish

© John Millington Synge

Bring Kateen-beug and Maurya Jude

To dance in Beg-Innish,

By The Stream

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

BY the stream I dream in calm delight, and watch as in a glass,

How the clouds like crowds of snowy-hued and white-robed maidens pass,

By occasion of the Young Prince his happy birth

© Henry King

At this glad Triumph, when most Poets use
Their quill, I did not bridle up my Muse
For sloth or less devotion. I am one
That can well keep my Holy-dayes at home;

by Richard Barnfield