Poems begining by B
/ page 70 of 94 /By Lough-Na-Gar: Green Light
© Arthur Symons
The light of the world is of gold,
But the light of the green earth fills
By my sweetheart
© Eugene Field
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart
When birds are on the wing,
When bee and bud and babbling flood
Bespeak the birth of spring,
Come, sweetheart, be my sweetheart
And wear this posy-ring!
Ben apfelgarten
© Eugene Field
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called,
Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago,
And he was very fortunate in being very bald
And so was very happy he was so.
Ballad of women i love
© Eugene Field
Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate
Hid away in an oaken chest,
And a Franklin platter of ancient date
Beareth Amandy Baker's crest;
Bituminous?
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
The hard coal's called bituminous,
Or is that anthracite?
Stalactites grow down from caves,
Or do I mean stalagmites?
Because My Faltering Feet
© Hilaire Belloc
Say it's the little winking of an eye
Which in that issue is uncurtained quite;
A little sleep that helpsa moment by
Between the thin dawn and the large daylight.
Ah! tell me more than yet was hoped of men;
Swear that's true now, and I'll believe it then.
Ballade to Our Lady of Czestochowa
© Hilaire Belloc
Prince of the degradations, bought and sold,
These verses, written in your crumbling sty,
Proclaim the faith that I have held and hold
And publish that in which I mean to die.
Boris Godunov
© Alexander Pushkin
Boyars, The People, Inspectors, Officers, Attendants, Guests,
a Boy in attendance on Prince Shuisky, a Catholic Priest, a
Polish Noble, a Poet, an Idiot, a Beggar, Gentlemen, Peasants,
Guards, Russian, Polish, and German Soldiers, a Russian
Prisoner of War, Boys, an old Woman, Ladies, Serving-women.
Balin and Balan
© Alfred Tennyson
Then Balan added to their Order lived
A wealthier life than heretofore with these
And Balin, till their embassage returned.
Billy Vickers
© Henry Kendall
Indeed, I'm forced to say aside,
To you, O reader, solely,
He only wants the horns and hide
To be a bullock wholly.
Ballad of Autumn
© Marie E J Pitt
DOWN harvest headlands the fairy host
Of the poppy banners have flashed and fled,
Bellman's Verses For 1814
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
Huzza, my boys! our friends the Dutch have risen,
Our good old friends, and burst the Tyrant's prison!
Bar Italia
© Hugo Williams
How beautiful it would be to wait for you again
in the usual place,
not looking at the door,
keeping a lookout in the long mirror,
Billy's Rain
© Hugo Williams
How do you think I feel
when you make me talk to you
and won't let me stop
till the words turn into a moan?
Ballad of Another Ophelia
© David Herbert Lawrence
Oh the green glimmer of apples in the orchard,
Lamps in a wash of rain!
Oh the wet walk of my brown hen through the stackyard,
Oh tears on the window pane!
Birdcage Walk
© David Herbert Lawrence
When the wind blows her veil
And uncovers her laughter
I cease, I turn pale.
When the wind blows her veil
Brooding Grief
© David Herbert Lawrence
A yellow leaf from the darkness
Hops like a frog before me.
Why should I start and stand still?
Blue
© David Herbert Lawrence
The earth again like a ship steams out of the dark sea over
The edge of the blue, and the sun stands up to see us glide
Slowly into another day; slowly the rover
Vessel of darkness takes the rising tide.
Bat
© David Herbert Lawrence
At evening, sitting on this terrace,
When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, beyond the mountains of Carrara
Departs, and the world is taken by surprise ...
Break of Day in the Trenches
© Isaac Rosenberg
The darkness crumbles away
It is the same old druid Time as ever,