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Bliss is the plaything of the child —

Bliss is the plaything of the child —
The secret of the man
The sacred stealth of Boy and Girl …
Bloom — is Result — to meet a Flower

Bloom — is Result — to meet a Flower
And casually glance
Would scarcely cause one to suspect …
The Blossom (Donne)

LITTLE think'st thou, poor flower,
Whom I've watch'd six or seven days,
And seen thy birth, and seen what every hour …

John Donne
Blossoms will run away,

Blossoms will run away,
Cakes reign but a Day,
But Memory like Melody …
Bones in the desert

Where pilgrims seek the Prophet's tomb
Across the Arabian waste,
Upon the ever-shifting sands, …

Anne Lynch Botta
A Book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon

A Book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon;
And wov'n close, both matter, form and stile;
The Subject new: it walk'd the Town a while, …

John Milton
Books for the people

"Let there be light."
Light to the darkened mind
Bear, like the sun, the world's wide circle round, …

Anne Lynch Botta
The Boss of the Admiral Lynch

Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin' the other day
Of President Balmaceda and of how he was sent away.
It seems that he didn't suit 'em -- they thought that they'd like a change, …

Banjo Paterson
A Bottle and Friend

There's nane that's blest of human kind,
But the cheerful and the gay, man,
Fal, la, la, etc. …

Robert Burns
The Braes of Balquhither

Let us go, lassie, go
To the braes o' Balquhither,
Where the blae-berries grow …

Robert Tannahill
Bread in the Wilderness

But Jesus said unto them, " They need not depart; give ye them to eat."
And they said unto him, "We have here but five loaves, and two fishes." He
said "Bring them hither to me." And he commanded the multitude to sit down …

Lydia Sigourney
The Brides of Indra

Lo, 'tis Indra! he who kindles, God of celestial fire;
Who lights the thoughts of man with the flame of wild desire.
Have you watched the changeful sky, crimson, amethyst, and gold? …

Anne Lynch Botta
The Bridge Builder

An old man, going a lone highway,
Came at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide, …

Will Allen Dromgoole
Bring me the sunset in a cup,

Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up
And say how many Dew, …

Emily Dickinson
Brocaded Gown and Linen Rag

FABLE VIII.
From a fine lady to her maid,
A Gown descended of brocade. …

Christopher Smart
Bronx

I sat me down upon a green bank-side,
Skirting the smooth edge of a gentle river,
Whose waters seemed unwillingly to glide, …
The Brooklet

A little farther on, there is a brook
Where the breeze lingers idly. The high trees
Have roof'd it with their crowding limbs and leaves, …
Brother of Ingots — Ah Peru —

Brother of Ingots — Ah Peru —
Empty the Hearts that purchased you —
— …
Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/"A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break"

I will accept thy will to do and be,
Thy hatred and intolerance of sin,
Thy will at least to love, that burns within …

Christina Georgina Rossetti
Bryant (Botta)

Like the ancient Grecian marbles,
Is his soul with beauty fraught,
And as polished and enduring …

Anne Lynch Botta