The Vault–After Sedgmoor (Edith Nesbit Poems)
You need not call at the Inn;I have ordered my bed:Fair linen sheets thereinAnd a tester of lead.No musty fusty ...
Edith Nesbit Poems on Fairness (45 Poems)
Baby’s Birthday (Edith Nesbit Poems)
G.T.A.BEFORE your life that is to come, Love stands with eager eyes, that vainly Seek to discern what ...
Special Pleading (Edith Nesbit Poems)
THE world's a path all fresh and sweet, A sky all fresh and fair, With daisies underneath your ...
A Garden Of Girls (Edith Nesbit Poems)
KATE is like a violet, Gertrude's like a rose, Jane is like a gillyflower smart; But ...
Inspiration (Edith Nesbit Poems)
I WANDERED in the enchanted wood, And as I wandered there, I sang A song I never understood, ...
The Poor Man’s Guest (Edith Nesbit Poems)
ONE came to me in royal guiseWith banners flying fair and freeBut many griefs had made me wiseAnd I refused ...
The Treasure (Edith Nesbit Poems)
UNDER our lead we lie While the sun and the snow go by, And our shrouds ...
The Forest Pool (Edith Nesbit Poems)
LEAN down and see your little face Reflected in the forest pool, Tall foxgloves grow about the place, ...
Bridal Eve (Edith Nesbit Poems)
GOOD-NIGHT, my Heart, my Heart, good-night--Oh, good and dear and fair,With lips of life and eyes of lightAnd roses in ...
To Her: In Time Of War (Edith Nesbit Poems)
Once I made for you songs,Rondels, triolets, sonnets;Verse that my love deemed due,Verse that your love found fair.Now the wide ...
The Death Of Agnes (Edith Nesbit Poems)
Now that the sunlight dies in my eyes,And the moonlight grows in my hair,I who was never very wise,Never was ...
Values (Edith Nesbit Poems)
Did you deceive me? Did I trustA heart of fire to a heart of dust?What matter? Since once the world ...
The Destroyer (Edith Nesbit Poems)
ACROSS the quiet pastures of my soulThe invading army marched in splendid mightMy few poor forces fled beyond control,Scattered, defeated, ...
The December Rose (Edith Nesbit Poems)
Here's a rose that blows for Chloe,Fair as ever a rose in June was,Now the garden's silent, snowy,Where the burning ...
The Despot (Edith Nesbit Poems)
1 The garden mould was damp and chill, 2 Winter had had his brutal will 3 Since over all the ...