Edith Nesbit

(15 August 1858 – 4 May 1924 / Kennington / Surrey / England)

Edith Nesbit Poems

1. A Brown Study 4/19/2010
2. A Choice 4/19/2010
3. A Comedy 4/19/2010
4. A Dirge 4/19/2010
5. A Farewell 4/19/2010
6. A Garden Of Girls 4/19/2010
7. A Good-Bye 4/19/2010
8. A Kentish Garden 4/19/2010
9. A Last Appeal 4/19/2010
10. A Life's Story 4/19/2010
11. A Parting 4/19/2010
12. A Parting Ii 4/19/2010
13. A Portrait 4/19/2010
14. A Prayer For The King's Majesty 4/19/2010
15. A Song For Peace And Honour 4/19/2010
16. A Song Of Parting 4/19/2010
17. A Song Of Trafalgar 4/19/2010
18. A Star In The East 4/19/2010
19. A Tragedy 12/31/2002
20. Absolution 4/19/2010
21. Absolution Ii 4/19/2010
22. Accession 4/19/2010
23. After Death 4/19/2010
24. After Sixty Years 4/19/2010
25. Age To Youth 4/19/2010
26. And The Rains Descended And The Floods Came 4/19/2010
27. Appeal 1/3/2003
28. As It Is 4/19/2010
29. At Evening Time There Shall Be Light 4/19/2010
30. At Parting 4/19/2010
31. At Parting Ii 4/19/2010
32. At The Feast 4/19/2010
33. At The Gate 4/19/2010
34. At The Last 4/19/2010
35. At The Sound Of The Drum 4/19/2010
36. August 4/19/2010
37. Autumn Song 4/19/2010
38. Baby's Birthday 4/19/2010
39. Before Winter 4/19/2010
40. Betrayed 4/19/2010
Best Poem of Edith Nesbit

The Choice

PLAGUE take the dull and dusty town,
Its paved and sordid mazes,
Now Spring has trimmed her pretty gown
With buttercups and daisies!


With half my heart I long to lie
Among the flowered grasses,
And hear the loving leaves that sigh
As their sweet Mistress passes.


Through picture-shows I make my way
While flower-crowned maids go maying,
And all the cultured things I say
That cultured folk are saying.


For I renounce Spring's darling face,
With may-bloom fresh upon it:
My Mistress lives in Grosvenor-place
And wears...

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The Despot

1 The garden mould was damp and chill,
2 Winter had had his brutal will
3 Since over all the year's content
4 His devastating legions went.

5 Then Spring's bright banners came: there woke
6 Millions of little growing folk
7 Who thrilled to know the winter done,
8 Gave thanks, and strove towards the sun.

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