Edith Nesbit

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

Edith Nesbit Poems

121. Song Iii 4/19/2010
122. The Better Part 4/19/2010
123. Winter 4/19/2010
124. Waterloo Day 4/19/2010
125. Song Of Long Ago 4/19/2010
126. The Garden Refused 4/19/2010
127. The Destroyer 4/19/2010
128. The Egoists 4/19/2010
129. The End 4/19/2010
130. The Eternal 4/19/2010
131. The Confession 4/19/2010
132. The Old Dispensation 4/19/2010
133. The Moat House 4/19/2010
134. The Monk 4/19/2010
135. Lover's Quarrels 4/19/2010
136. Love's Suicide 4/19/2010
137. May Day 4/19/2010
138. Microcosm 4/19/2010
139. From The Tuscan 4/19/2010
140. Hope 4/19/2010
141. Hopes 4/19/2010
142. In Absence 4/19/2010
143. In Age 4/19/2010
144. In Hospital 4/19/2010
145. In The Enchanted Tower 4/19/2010
146. Indiscretion 4/19/2010
147. Invocation Ii 4/19/2010
148. January 4/19/2010
149. Love And Knowledge 4/19/2010
150. Love And Life 4/19/2010
151. Love Guerdons 4/19/2010
152. Magic 4/19/2010
153. Magnificat 4/19/2010
154. Faute De Mieux 4/19/2010
155. Bridal Eve 4/19/2010
156. Spring Song 4/19/2010
157. The Beech Tree 4/19/2010
158. The Ballad Of The White Lady 4/19/2010
159. The Daisies 4/19/2010
160. The Day Of Judgment 4/19/2010

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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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