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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Ballad of Oriskany - C. Auringer	O		English	She leaned her cheek upon her hand, And looked across the glooming land; She saw the wood from farm to farm Touched by the twilight’s ghostly charm; And heard the owl’s cry sound forlorn Across the fields of waving corn, And sighed with sad voice...
The Ballad of Prose and Rhyme	Austin Dobson		English	When the ways are heavy with mire and rut, In November fogs, in December snows, When the North Wind howls, and the doors are shut,— There is place and enough for the pains of prose; But whenever a scent from the whitethorn blows, And the jasmine-...
The Ballad of Reading Gaol			English	In Reading gaol by Reading town There is a pit of shame,...
The Ballad of the Calliope				By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, Riding lightly at their ease, In the calm of tropic seas, The three great nations' warships at their...
The Ballot	John Pierpont		English	A weapon that comes down as still As snowflakes fall upon the sod; But executes a freeman’s will, As lightning does the will of God.
The Band in the Pines	John Esten Cooke		English	Oh, band in the pine-wood, cease! Cease with your splendid call; The living are brave and noble, But the dead are bravest of all! They throng to the martial summons, To the loud triumphant strain, And the dear bright eyes of long-dead...
The Banjo of the Past	Howard Weeden		English	You ax about dat music made On banjos long ago, An’ wants to know why it ain’t played By niggers any mo’. Dem banjos b’longed to by-gone days When times an’ chunes was rare, When we was gay as children—’case We did n’t have a care...
The Banks of Bonnie Doon	Robert Burns	1779	Love	Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o' care! Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird That sings upon the bough; Thou minds me o' the happy days When my fause* Luve was true. Thou'll...
The Banks o’ Doon	Robert Burns	1779	English	Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu’ o’ care? Thou ’lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons through the flowering thorn; Thou minds me o...
The Banner of the Jew	Emma Lazarus		English	Wake, israel, wake! Recall to-day The glorious Maccabean rage, The sire heroic, hoary-gray, His five-fold lion-lineage: The Wise, the Elect, the Help-of-God, The Burst-of-Spring, the Avenging Rod. From Mizpeh’s mountain-ridge they saw...
The Bard	Thomas Gray	1736	English	A Pindaric Ode I. “RUIN seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait; Tho’ fanned by Conquest’s crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state, Helm, nor hauberk’s twisted mail, Nor e’en thy virtues, Tyrant, shall avail...
The Barefoot Boy	John Greenleaf Whittier	1827	English	Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn...
The Barefoot Boy	John Greenleaf Whittier	1827	English	BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy...
The Bargain	Sir Philip Sidney	1574	Love	My true love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for another given: I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, There never was a better bargain driven: My true love hath my heart, and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My...
The Baron's Last Banquet	Albert Gorton Greene		English	O’er a low couch the setting sun had thrown its latest ray, Where in his last strong agony a dying warrior lay, The stern old Baron Rudiger, whose frame had ne’er been bent By wasting pain, till time and toil its iron strength had spent. “They come around me...
The Baron’s Last Banquet	Albert G. Greene	1822	English	O’er a low couch the setting sun Had thrown its latest ray, Where in his last strong agony A dying warrior lay,— The stern old Baron Rudiger, Whose frame had ne’er been bent By wasting pain, till time and toil Its iron strength had...
The Barren Moors	William Ellery Channing		English	On your bare rocks, O barren moors, On your bare rocks I love to lie!— They stand like crags upon the shores, Or clouds upon a placid sky. Across those spaces desolate The fox pursues his lonely way, Those solitudes can fairly sate The...
The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings —			English	The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings — Like fallow Article — And not a song pervade his Lips — Or none perceptible. His small Umbrella quaintly halved Describing in the Air An Arc alike inscrutable...
The Battle fought between the Soul			English	The Battle fought between the Soul And No Man — is the One Of all the Battles prevalent — By far the Greater One — No News of it is had abroad — Its Bodiless Campaign Establishes, and terminates —...
The Battle of Blenheim	Robert Southey	1794	English	[In Bavaria, August 13, 1704, between the English and Austrians on one side, under the Duke of Marlborough and Prince Eugene, and the French and Bavarians on the other side, led by Marshal Tallart and the Elector of Bavaria. The latter party was defeated, and the schemes of Louis XIV. of...