Poems begining by B
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Ballade Of The Bookworm
© Andrew Lang
Fate, that art Queen by shore and sea,
We bow submissive to thy will,
Ah grant, by some benign decree,
The Books I loved--to love them still.
Bequest
© Emily Dickinson
You left me, sweet, two legacies, --
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;
But These Things Also
© Edward Thomas
But these things also are Spring's -
On banks by the roadside the grass
Long-dead that is greyer now
Than all the Winter it was;
Buddha And Brahma
© Henry Brooks Adams
Then gently, still in silence, lost in thought,
The Buddha raised the Lotus in his hand,
His eyes bent downward, fixed upon the flower.
No more! A moment so he held it only,
Then his hand sank into its former rest.
Bacchus
© André Marie de Chénier
Viens, ô divin Bacchus, ô jeune Thyonée,
O Dionyse, Évan, Iacchus et Lénée;
Behind The Scenes: Empire
© Arthur Symons
The little painted angels flit,
See, down the narrow staircase, where
The pink legs flicker over it!
Ballade Of Roulette
© Andrew Lang
The prize that the pleasure enhances?
The prize is--at last to forget
The changes, the chops, and the chances -
The wheel of Dame Fortune's roulette.
Burning Leaves in Spring
© Christopher Morley
WHEN withered leaves are lost in flame
Their eddying gosts, a thin blue haze,
Blow through the thickets whence they came
On amberlucent autumn days.
Behind The Arras
© Bliss William Carman
I hardly know which room I care for best;
This fronting west,
With the strange hills in view,
Where the great sun goes,where I may go too,
When my lease is through,
Billy of Queensland
© Henry Lawson
QUEENSLAND, he heads his lettersthats all:
The date, and the month, and the year in brief;
By the Statue of King Charles at Charing Cross
© Lionel Pigot Johnson
Sombre and rich, the skies;
Great glooms, and starry plains.
Gently the night wind sighs;
Else a vast silence reigns.
Balaam's Wish
© John Newton
How blest the righteous are
When they resign their breath!
No wonder Balaam wished to share
In such a happy death.
Bruxelles
© Paul Verlaine
Hills and fences hurry by
Blent in greenish-rosy flight,
And the yellow carriage-light
Blurs all to the half-shut eye.
Before Death (Mrityu-r Agey)
© Jibanananda Das
We who have walked deserted stubble fields on a December evening,
Who have seen over the field's edge a soft river woman scattering
Her fog flowers-they all are like some village girls of old-
We who have seen in darkness the akanda tree, the dhundul plant
Filled with fireflies, the moon standing quietly at the head of
An already harvested field-she has no yearning for that harvest;
Bel m'es can eu vei la brolha
© Bernard de Ventadorn
Ma mort remir, que jauzir
no.n posc ni no.n sui jauzire;
mas eu sui tan bos sofrire
c'atendre cuit per sofrir.
Bees
© Roland Robinson
From the hollow trees in their native home
them old fellows cut the honeycomb.
By The Rosanna--To F.M. Stanzer Thal, Tyrol
© George Meredith
The old grey Alp has caught the cloud,
And the torrent river sings aloud;
Belshazzar. A Sacred Drama
© Hannah More
Persons of the Drama :--
Belshazzar, King of Babylon.
Nitocris, the Queen-Mother.
Courtiers, Astrologers, Parasites.
Daniel, the Jewish Prophet.
Captive Jews, &c. &c.
