| First Line of Poem |
Poem Title |
Author |
Lines |
Views |
| A kid, a kid, my father bought, |
Nursery Rhyme. DXCV. Accumulative Stories. |
Unknown |
72 |
34 |
| A baby played with the surplice sleeve |
Life |
Abram Joseph Ryan |
60 |
434 |
| A baby shines as bright If winter or if May be |
Babyhood |
Algernon Charles Swinburne |
44 |
974 |
| A baby watched a ford, whereto |
Wagtail And Baby |
Thomas Hardy |
16 |
480 |
| A baby went to heaven while it slept, |
Turquoise |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
4 |
39 |
| A Baby's feet, like sea-shells pink, |
Etude Realiste |
Algernon Charles Swinburne |
33 |
879 |
| A bachelor caress'd his cat, |
The Cat Metamorphosed Into A Woman. |
Jean de La Fontaine |
42 |
554 |
| A bachelor I will |
No Spouse But A Sister. |
Robert Herrick |
10 |
465 |
| A barbered woman's man,"--yes, so |
Contemporaries. |
Bliss Carman (William) |
49 |
650 |
| A barking sound the Shepherd hears, |
Fidelity |
William Wordsworth |
|
957 |
| A barren field o'ergrown with thorn and weed |
Adversity |
Madison Julius Cawein |
4 |
785 |
| A batter'd, wreck'd old man, |
Prayer Of Columbus |
Walt Whitman |
|
720 |
| A battered swordsman, slashed and scarred, |
Ballade Of The Oldest Duel In The World |
Richard Le Gallienne |
28 |
522 |
| A beam of tranquillity smiled in the west, |
Stanzas. |
Thomas Moore |
28 |
472 |
| A beam upon the myrtle fell |
To Eva. |
Joseph Rodman Drake |
12 |
672 |
| A beanfield full in blossom smells as sweet |
The Beanfield |
John Clare |
9 |
567 |
| A beardless crew we launched our little boat; |
Mariners |
Madison Julius Cawein |
90 |
631 |
| A Beast he would be, or a bird, |
Neither Beast Nor Bird |
Walter Crane |
5 |
723 |
| A beauteous summer-home had I |
Not Known. |
Denis Florence MacCarthy |
72 |
450 |
| A beautiful and happy girl, |
Memories |
John Greenleaf Whittier |
81 |
1050 |
| A beautiful flower, that bedeck'd a mean pasture, |
Song. "A Beautiful Flower, That Bedeck'd A Mean Pasture" |
John Clare |
16 |
605 |
| A beautiful form and a beautiful face, |
Two Pictures. |
Fannie Isabelle Sherrick |
44 |
417 |
| A beautiful great lady, past her prime, |
England, Awake! |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
14 |
44 |
| A bee that was searching for sweets one day |
Song |
Paul Laurence Dunbar |
21 |
599 |
| A beggar through the world am I, |
The Beggar |
James Russell Lowell |
46 |
516 |
| A Being, a Form, an Idea Having fallen from out of the blue |
The Irremediable |
Charles Baudelaire |
40 |
569 |
| A beldam kept two spinning maids, |
The Old Woman And Her Two Servants. |
Jean de La Fontaine |
39 |
538 |
| A bell tolls on in my heart |
A Dirge |
Algernon Charles Swinburne |
24 |
937 |
| A bending staff I would not break, |
Questions Of Life |
John Greenleaf Whittier |
167 |
738 |
| A big bud of moon hangs out of the twilight, |
Liaison |
D. H. Lawrence (David Herbert Richards) |
28 |
515 |
| A bird bills the selfsame song, |
The Selfsame Song |
Thomas Hardy |
12 |
496 |
| A bird came down the walk: |
In The Garden. |
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson |
20 |
614 |
| A bird flew out at the break of day |
The Ballad Of God-Makers |
Gilbert Keith Chesterton |
56 |
841 |
| A bird, with plumèd arrow shot, |
The Bird Wounded By An Arrow. |
Jean de La Fontaine |
10 |
505 |
| A Birdie cocked his little head, |
An Inquiry |
Oliver Herford |
4 |
624 |
| A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone star |
Tutto è Sciolto |
James Joyce |
12 |
995 |
| A birthday: - and a day that rose |
A Birthday Walk. |
Jean Ingelow |
52 |
566 |
| A Bishop and a bold dragoon, |
Recent Dialogue. |
Thomas Moore |
40 |
394 |
| A BISHOP once I will not name his see |
The Phantom Curate. A Fable |
William Schwenck Gilbert |
60 |
490 |
| A Bishop, by his neighbours hated, |
Epigram. |
Alexander Pope |
8 |
388 |
| A bitch, that felt her time approaching, |
The Bitch And Her Friend. |
Jean de La Fontaine |
24 |
499 |
| A black and glassy float, opaque and still, |
Attadale West Highlands - To A. J. |
William Ernest Henley |
14 |
528 |
| A blanket low and leaden, |
Above Crow’s Nest - Sydney |
Henry Lawson |
64 |
1676 |
| A blesséd lot hath he, who having passed |
To the Rev. George Coleridge |
Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
76 |
1169 |
| A blight, a gloom, I know not what, has crept upon my gladness |
A Mood |
Thomas Bailey Aldrich |
6 |
802 |
| A block of marble was so fine, |
The Sculptor And The Statue Of Jupiter. |
Jean de La Fontaine |
36 |
497 |
| A Bloody and a sudden end, |
John Kinsella's Lament For Mr. Mary Moore |
William Butler Yeats |
36 |
905 |
| A blossom pink, a blossom blue, |
A Bouquet |
Edward Smyth Jones |
8 |
584 |
| A blotch of pallor stirs beneath the high |
In The Dark |
D. H. Lawrence (David Herbert Richards) |
42 |
470 |
| A blue line to the westward that surely is not cloud; |
Nearing Port |
Mary Hannay Foott |
40 |
923 |
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