Edith Nesbit

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

Edith Nesbit Poems

1. A Choice 4/19/2010
2. A Comedy 4/19/2010
3. A Life's Story 4/19/2010
4. A Parting Ii 4/19/2010
5. A Prayer For The King's Majesty 4/19/2010
6. A Song Of Trafalgar 4/19/2010
7. Absolution 4/19/2010
8. Absolution Ii 4/19/2010
9. Accession 4/19/2010
10. As It Is 4/19/2010
11. At Parting 4/19/2010
12. At Parting Ii 4/19/2010
13. At The Feast 4/19/2010
14. At The Gate 4/19/2010
15. At The Last 4/19/2010
16. August 4/19/2010
17. Autumn Song 4/19/2010
18. Baby's Birthday 4/19/2010
19. Betrayed 4/19/2010
20. Bridal Eve 4/19/2010
21. Chains Invisible 4/19/2010
22. Children's Playground In The City 4/19/2010
23. Christmas Hymn 4/19/2010
24. Christmas Roses 4/19/2010
25. Compensation 4/19/2010
26. Cul-De-Sac 4/19/2010
27. Day And Night 4/19/2010
28. De Profundis 4/19/2010
29. Death 4/19/2010
30. Despair 4/19/2010
31. Dream-Dew 4/19/2010
32. Ebb-Tide 4/19/2010
33. En Tout Cas 4/19/2010
34. England 4/19/2010
35. Entreaty 4/19/2010
36. Envoys 4/19/2010
37. Evening Prayer 4/19/2010
38. Evening Song 4/19/2010
39. Faith 4/19/2010
40. Faith Ii 4/19/2010

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    Hagri poem

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    I like poem and story

Best Poem of Edith Nesbit

Song

Now the Spring is waking,
Very shy as yet,
Busy mending, making
Grass and violet.
Frowsy Winter's over:
See the budding lane!
Go and meet your lover:
Spring is here again!

Every day is longer
Than the day before;
Lambs are whiter, stronger,
Birds sing more and more;
Woods are less than shady,
Griefs are more than vain -
Go and kiss your lady:
Spring is here again!

Read the full of Song

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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