Poems begining by B
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Ballad Of Low-Lie-Down
© Madison Julius Cawein
John-a-Dreams and Harum-Scarum
Came a-riding into town:
At the Sign o' the Jug-and-Jorum
There they met with Low-lie-down.
Brother Jonathan's Lament for Sister Caroline
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
SHE has gone,- she has left us in passion and pride,-
Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side!
She has torn her own star from our firmament's glow,
And turned on her brother the face of a foe!
Burial.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
A maiden;
To the window the citizens went to explore;
In splendour they lived, and with wealth as of yore
Be Not Dismayed
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Be not dismayed, be not dismayed when death
Sets its white seal upon some worshipped face.
Before A Court Of Justice.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE father's name ye ne'er shall be toldOf my darling unborn life;
"Shame, shame," ye cry, "on the strumpet bold!"Yet I'm an honest wife.To whom I'm wedded, ye ne'er shall be told,Yet he's both loving and fair;
He wears on his neck a chain of gold,And a hat of straw doth he wear.If scorn 'tis vain to seek to repel,On me let the scorn be thrown.
I know him well, and he knows me well,And to God, too, all is known.Sir Parson and Sir Bailiff, again,I pray you, leave me in peace!
Ballad Of The Banished And Returning Count.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[Goethe began to write an opera called Lowenstuhl,
founded upon the old tradition which forms the subject of this Ballad,
but he never carried out his design.]
Blindman's Buff.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Can through the bandage see!
Although thine eyes are bound,
By thee I'm quickly found,
Blow, Bugle, Blow
© Alfred Tennyson
THE splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Billys 'Square Affair'
© Henry Lawson
He wanted clothes, a masher suit, he wanted boots and hat;
His girl had earned a quid or twohe wouldnt part with that;
And so he went to Brickfield Hill, and from a draper there
He shook the proper kind of togs to fetch a square affair.
Blow, Northern Wind
© Anonymous
Blow, northerne wynd,
Send thou me my suetyng!
Blow, northerne wynd,
Blou, blou, blou!
Bantams In Pine-Woods
© Wallace Stevens
Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan
Of tan with henna hackles, halt!Damned universal cock, as if the sun
Was blackamoor to bear your blazing tail.Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! I am the personal.
Your world is you. I am my world.You ten-foot poet among inchlings. Fat!
Burial of the Dead
© John Keble
I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem'd
Death's interposing veil, and thou so pure,
Beneath Thy Cross
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Am I a stone, and not a sheep,
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss,
And yet not weep?
Before The Paling Of The Stars
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Before the winter morn,
Before the earliest cock crow,
Jesus Christ was born:
Born in a stable,
By The Sea
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Why does the sea moan evermore?
Shut out from heaven it makes its moan,
It frets against the boundary shore;
All earth's full rivers cannot fill
The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.
Bride Song
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
From 'The Prince's Progress' TOO late for love, too late for joy,
Too late, too late!
You loiter'd on the road too long,
You trifled at the gate:
Because We Are Going
© Siegfried Sassoon
Because we are going from our wonted places
To be task-ridden by one shattering Aim,
