The Moat House (Edith Nesbit Poems)
PART I IUNDER the shade of convent towers, Where fast and vigil mark the hours, From childhood ...
Edith Nesbit Poems on Winter (17 Poems)
Spring Song II (Edith Nesbit Poems)
THE spring is here, and the long nights grow Less bitterly cold than awhile ago; Our rags serve their purpose ...
Out Of The Fulness Of The Heart The Mouth Speaketh (Edith Nesbit Poems)
In answer to those who have said that English Poetsgive no personal love to their country.ENGLAND, my country, austere in ...
The Fire (Edith Nesbit Poems)
I was picking raspberries, my head was in the canes,And he came behind and kissed me, and I smacked him ...
The Champion (Edith Nesbit Poems)
Young and a conqueror, once on a day,Wild white Winter rode out this way;With his sword of ice and his ...
The Beech Tree (Edith Nesbit Poems)
MY beautiful beech, your smooth grey coat is trimmedWith letters. Once, each stood for all things dearTo foolish lovers, dead ...
Hopes (Edith Nesbit Poems)
A PRINCESS, sleeping in enchanted bowers, Earth springs to waking at Spring's voice and kiss, And after winter's ...
The Promise Of Spring (Edith Nesbit Poems)
JUST a whisper, half-heard, But our heart knows the word; Caresses that seem Like love's lips in a dream; ...
To A Tulip-Bulb (Edith Nesbit Poems)
SLEEP first, And let the storm and winter do their worst; Let all the garden lie ...
Seed-Time And Harvest (Edith Nesbit Poems)
MY hollyhocks are all awake, And not a single rose is lost; My wallflowers, for dear pity's sake, ...
Spring Song III (Edith Nesbit Poems)
HERE'S the Spring-time, Sweet! Earth's green gown is new, Lambs begin to bleat, Doves begin to ...
The Point Of View: I (Edith Nesbit Poems)
IThere was never winter, summer only: roses,Pink and white and red,Shining down the warm rich garden closes;Quiet trees and lawns ...
Through The Wood (Edith Nesbit Poems)
THROUGH the wood, the green wood, the wet wood, the light wood, Love and I went maying a ...
In Hospital (Edith Nesbit Poems)
Under the shadow of a hawthorn brake,Where bluebells draw the sky down to the wood,Where, 'mid brown leaves, the primroses ...
The Ghost (Edith Nesbit Poems)
NOW that the curtains are drawn close Now that the fire burns low, And on her ...
Winter (Edith Nesbit Poems)
Hold your hands to the blaze;Winter is hereWith the short cold days,Bleak, keen and drear.Was there ever a dayWith hawthorn ...
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 ...