Edith Nesbit

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

Edith Nesbit Poems

281. The December Rose 4/19/2010
282. The Forest Pool 4/19/2010
283. Seed-Time And Harvest 4/19/2010
284. The Gray Folk 4/19/2010
285. Spring Song Iii 4/19/2010
286. A Star In The East 4/19/2010
287. Sea-Shells 4/19/2010
288. Song 4/19/2010
289. A Dirge 4/19/2010
290. The Despot 12/31/2002
291. A Last Appeal 4/19/2010
292. Spring In War-Time 4/19/2010
293. After Death 4/19/2010
294. At The Sound Of The Drum 4/19/2010
295. A Kentish Garden 4/19/2010
296. The Island 12/31/2002
297. Lullaby 4/19/2010
298. The Maiden's Prayer 4/19/2010
299. A Garden Of Girls 4/19/2010
300. St. Valentine's Day 12/31/2002
301. A Good-Bye 4/19/2010
302. In Trouble 12/31/2002
303. The Kiss 1/3/2003
304. Villeggiature 1/3/2003
305. Child's Song In Spring 8/18/2006
306. A Tragedy 12/31/2002
307. Age To Youth 4/19/2010
308. A Parting Ii 4/19/2010
309. The Choice 4/19/2010

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    I like poem and story

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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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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