Poems begining by B
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'By Reason Of Thy Law'
© Francis Thompson
Here I make oath--
Although the heart that knows its bitterness
Benedict Brosse
© Susie Frances Harrison
I
HALE, and though sixty, without a stoop,
What does old Benedict want with a wife?
Can he not make his own pea soup?
Broadmindedness
© Franklin Pierce Adams
How narrow his vision, how cribbed and confined!
How prejudiced all of his views!
How hard is the shell of his bigoted mind!
How difficult he to excuse!
Before Sedan
© Henry Austin Dobson
Here is this leafy place
Quiet he lies,
Cold, with his sightless face
Turn'd to the skies:
"Tis but another dead:
All you can say is said.
'Broken Axletree'
© Henry Lawson
Oh, the pub at Devils Crossing! and the woman that he sent!
And the hell for which we bartered horse and trap and traps and tent!
And the black Since Thenthe chances that we never more may see
Ah! the two lives that were ruined for a broken axletree!
Because Thou Art Nearest
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Because thou art nearest
To the mystery of the fire
That is Earth's and the soul's
And the body's desire,
Buddha In The Workroom
© Lesbia Harford
Sometimes the skirts I push through my machine
Spread circlewise, strong petalled lobe on lobe,
And look for the rapt moment of a dream
Like Buddha's robe.
Bird Or Beast?
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Did any bird come flying
After Adam and Eve,
When the door was shut against them
And they sat down to grieve?
Baucis And Philemon
© Jonathan Swift
IN ancient times, as story tells,
The saints would often leave their cells,
And stroll about, but hide their quality,
To try good people's hospitality.
Book Of Love - Love's Torments
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
LOVE's torments sought a place of rest,
Where all might drear and lonely be;
They found ere long my desert breast,
And nestled in its vacancy.
By The Fireside : Gaspar Becerra
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By his evening fire the artist
Pondered o'er his secret shame;
Baffled, weary, and disheartened,
Still he mused, and dreamed of fame.
Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
© Andrew Lang
Prince, let us leave the din, the dust, the spite,
The gloom and glare of towns, the plague, the blight:
Amid the forest leaves and fountain spray
There is the mystic home of our delight,
And through the dim wood Dian threads her way.
Birds' Nests
© Edward Thomas
he summer nests uncovered by autumn wind,
Some torn, others dislodged, all dark,
Everyone sees them: low or high in tree,
Or hedge, or single bush, they hang like a mark.
Banshee
© William Henry Ogilvie
He stood there, chained to wall and rack
With trebled steel. 'For God's own sake,
The scared groom croaked to me, 'Stand back!
You never know the chains might break '
Bristowe Tragedie: Or The Dethe Of Syr Charles Badwin
© Thomas Chatterton
THE featherd songster chaunticleer
Han wounde hys bugle horne,
Bryants Seventieth Birthday
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
O EVEN-HANDED Nature! we confess
This life that men so honor, love, and bless
Has filled thine olden measure. Not the less.
Be With Those Who Help Your Being
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Be with those who help your being.
Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms, your work is deeper.
