Poems begining by B
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Ballade Of Midsummer Days And Nights
© William Ernest Henley
And it's O, for my dear and the charm that stays -
Midsummer days! Midsummer days!
It's O, for my Love and the dark that plights -
Midsummer nights! O midsummer nights!
Berket And The Stars
© William Carlos Williams
A day on the boulevards chosen out of ten years of
student poverty! One best day out of ten good ones.
Berket in high spirits"Ha, oranges! Let's have one!"
And he made to snatch an orange from the vender's cart.
Blackmwore Maidens
© William Barnes
THE PRIMRWOSE in the shade do blow,
The cowslip in the zun,
The thyme upon the down do grow,
The clote where streams do run;
Brother Benedict
© Alfred Austin
Brother Benedict rose and left his cell
With the last slow swing of the evening bell.
"Brave Schill! By Death Delivered"
© William Wordsworth
BRAVE Schill! by death delivered, take thy flight
From Prussia's timid region. Go, and rest
Breitmann In Paris
© Charles Godfrey Leland
DER teufel's los in Bal Mabille,
Dere's hell-fire in de air,
De fiddlers can't blay noding else
Boot Orphee aux Enfers:
Book Of Contemplation - Firdusi
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
OH world, with what baseness and guilt thou art rife!
Thou nurtures, trainest, and illest the while.
Borderland
© Amy Levy
Am I waking, am I sleeping?
As the first faint dawn comes creeping
Thro' the pane, I am aware
Of an unseen presence hovering,
Between the Showers
© Amy Levy
Between the showers I went my way,
The glistening street was bright with flowers;
It seemed that March had turned to May
Between the showers.
Ballade of an Omnibus
© Amy Levy
Princess, your splendour you require,
I, my simplicity; agree
Neither to rate lower nor higher.
An omnibus suffices me.
Ballade of a Special Edition
© Amy Levy
Fiend, get thee gone! no more repeat
Those sounds which do mine ears offend.
It is apocryphal, you cheat,
Your double murder in Mile End.
Bakhchisaray
© Adam Mickiewicz
Those halls of the Gireys - still vast and great! -
Are galleries where desolation falls;
Those varicolored domes, those crumbling halls
Where proud pashas upon rich divans sate:
Blue and White
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
BLUE is Our Ladys colour,
White is Our Lords.
To-morrow I will wear a knot
Of blue and white cords,
That you may see it, where you ride
Among the flashing swords.
But the Greatest of These is Charity
© George Essex Evans
Give: we are pawns upon the board;
We see not how Fates dice are thrown.
The life swung by a trembling cord
Might be your own.
Book Of Contemplation - Five Things
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHAT makes time short to me?
Activity!
Bacchanalia
© Matthew Arnold
The evening comes, the fields are still.
The tinkle of the thirsty rill,
Unheard all day, ascends again;
Deserted is the half-mown plain,
Breitmann In Holland. 'S Gravenhage - The Hague.
© Charles Godfrey Leland
Hans reitet troo de Nederland,
From Rotterdam below,
To Gravenhaag und Leyden
Und Haarlem - all a row;
Bowles And Campbell
© George Gordon Byron
Why, how now, saucy Tom?
If you thus must ramble,
I will publish some
Remarks on Mister Campbell.
