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• A Bunch of Roses

  Roses ruddy and roses white,
  What are the joys that my heart discloses?
  Sitting alone in the fading light …

  Banjo Paterson

• The Bushfire

  The run is England's Empire great,
  The fire is the distress
  That burns the stock they represent -- …

  Banjo Paterson

• A Bushman's Song

  I'm travelling down the Castlereagh, and I'm a station-hand,
  I'm handy with the ropin' pole, I'm handy with the brand,
  And I can ride a rowdy colt, or swing the axe all day, …

  Banjo Paterson

• But little Carmine hath her face —

  But little Carmine hath her face —
  Of Emerald scant — her Gown —
  Her Beauty — is the love she doth — …

• Buttercup, Poppy, Forget-me-Not

  Buttercup, Poppy, Forget-me-not---
  These three bloomed in a garden spot;
  And once, all merry with song and play, …

  Eugene Field

• The Butterfly (Sigourney)

  A BUTTERFLY bask'd on a baby's grave,
  Where a lily had chanced to grow:
  "Why art thou here, with thy gaudy die, …

  Lydia Sigourney

• By a departing light

  By a departing light
  We see acuter, quite,
  Than by a wick that stays. …

• By a flower — By a letter —

  By a flower — By a letter —
  By a nimble love —
  If I weld the Rivet faster — …

• By my Window have I for Scenery

  By my Window have I for Scenery
  Just a Sea — with a Stem —
  If the Bird and the Farmer — deem it a "Pine" — …

  Emily Dickinson

• By such and such an offering

  By such and such an offering
  To Mr. So and So,
  The web of live woven — …

• By the Grey Gulf-water

  Far to the Northward there lies a land,
  A wonderful land that the winds blow over,
  And none may fathom or understand …

  Banjo Paterson

• By the Hoof of the Wild Goat

  By the Hoof of the Wild Goat uptossed
  From the cliff where she lay in the Sun
  Fell the Stone …

  Rudyard Kipling

• Camille

  I bore my mystic chalice unto Earth
  With vintage which no lips of hers might name;
  Only, in token of its alien birth, …

• Can there be any thing more mean

  * * *
  Can there be any thing more mean
  More Malice in disguise …

  William Blake

• Candor — my tepid friend —

  Candor — my tepid friend —
  Come not to play with me —
  The Myrrhs, and Mochas, of the Mind …

  Emily Dickinson

• The Canonization

  FOR God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love;
  ⁠Or chide my palsy, or my gout;
  ⁠My five gray hairs, or ruin'd fortune flout; …

  John Donne

• A Cap of Lead across the sky

  A Cap of Lead across the sky
  Was tight and surly drawn
  We could not find the mighty Face …

  Emily Dickinson

• The Castaway (Cowper)

  OBSCUREST night involv'd the sky,
  Th' Atlantic billows roar'd,
  When such a destin'd wretch as I, …

  William Cowper

• The Caverns of the Grave Ive seen

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  The Caverns of the Grave Ive seen
  And these I shewd to Englands Queen …

  William Blake

• The Charge of the Heavy Brigade at Balaclava

  PROLOGUE TO GENERAL HAMLEY
  Our birches yellowing and from each
  The light leaf falling fast, …

  Alfred Tennyson

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