Treasure Island

Edith Nesbit

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

Poems of Edith Nesbit

261. The Stolen God--Lazarus To Dives 4/19/2010
262. The Temptation 4/19/2010
263. The Things That Matter 4/19/2010
264. The Three Kings 4/19/2010
265. The Touchstone 4/19/2010
266. The Treasure 4/19/2010
267. The Tree Of Knowledge 4/19/2010
268. The Vain Spell 4/19/2010
269. The Vault--After Sedgmoor 4/19/2010
270. The Veil Of Maya 4/19/2010
271. The Way Of Love 4/19/2010
272. The Way Of The Wood 4/19/2010
273. The Whirligig Of Time 4/19/2010
274. The Wife Of All Ages 4/19/2010
275. The Will To Live 4/19/2010
276. These Little Ones 4/19/2010
277. This Desirable Mansion 4/19/2010
278. Through The Wood 4/19/2010
279. To A Child 4/19/2010
280. To A Tulip-Bulb 4/19/2010

A Tragedy

Among his books he sits all day
To think and read and write;
He does not smell the new-mown hay,
The roses red and white.

I walk among them all alone,
His silly, stupid wife;
The world seems tasteless, dead and done -
An empty thing is life.

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