Edith Nesbit

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

Edith Nesbit Poems

121. Mummy Wheat 4/19/2010
122. New College Gardens, Oxford 4/19/2010
123. New Year 4/19/2010
124. New Year Snow 4/19/2010
125. New Year Song 4/19/2010
126. Not Now, When Skies Are Gold And Blue 4/19/2010
127. On The Downs 4/19/2010
128. Out Of Hope 4/19/2010
129. Out Of The Fulness Of The Heart The Mouth Speaketh 4/19/2010
130. Over And Done 4/19/2010
131. Over And Undone 4/19/2010
132. Parting 4/19/2010
133. Pessimism 4/19/2010
134. Philosophy 4/19/2010
135. Possession 4/19/2010
136. Prayer In Time Of War 4/19/2010
137. Prelude 4/19/2010
138. Quand Meme 4/19/2010
139. Questions 4/19/2010
140. Quieta Ne Movete 4/19/2010
141. Quieta Ne Movete Ii 4/19/2010
142. Raison D'Etre 4/19/2010
143. Rejected 4/19/2010
144. Renunciation 4/19/2010
145. Requiem 4/19/2010
146. Retro Santhanas 4/19/2010
147. Richborough Castle 4/19/2010
148. Saturday Song 4/19/2010
149. Sea-Shells 4/19/2010
150. Second Nature 4/19/2010
151. Seed-Time And Harvest 4/19/2010
152. Shepherds All And Maidens Fair 4/19/2010
153. Silence 4/19/2010
154. Song 4/19/2010
155. Song Ii 4/19/2010
156. Song Iii 4/19/2010
157. Song Iv 4/19/2010
158. Song Of Long Ago 4/19/2010
159. Song Of The Rose 4/19/2010
160. Song V 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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