Edith Nesbit

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

Edith Nesbit Poems

161. The Daisies 4/19/2010
162. The Day Of Judgment 4/19/2010
163. The Heart Of Joy 4/19/2010
164. The Invitation 4/19/2010
165. The Last Ditch 4/19/2010
166. The Last Envoy 4/19/2010
167. The Least Possible 4/19/2010
168. The Lost Embassy 4/19/2010
169. The Lower Room 4/19/2010
170. The Magic Flower 4/19/2010
171. The Past 4/19/2010
172. The Pedlar 4/19/2010
173. The Point Of View: I 4/19/2010
174. August 4/19/2010
175. Autumn Song 4/19/2010
176. As It Is 4/19/2010
177. Betrayed 4/19/2010
178. Evening Song 4/19/2010
179. At Parting 4/19/2010
180. At Parting Ii 4/19/2010
181. At The Feast 4/19/2010
182. Maidenhood 4/19/2010
183. In The Shallows 4/19/2010
184. From The Italian 4/19/2010
185. Medway Song 4/19/2010
186. Vies Manquees 4/19/2010
187. From The Portuguese 4/19/2010
188. In Memoryt Of Saretta Deakin 4/19/2010
189. Margaret 4/19/2010
190. At The Gate 4/19/2010
191. The Old Dispensation 4/19/2010
192. The Onlooker 4/19/2010
193. The Magic Ring 4/19/2010
194. The Husband Of To-Day 4/19/2010
195. The Gift Of The Gods 4/19/2010
196. The Charm 4/19/2010
197. The Ferry 4/19/2010
198. At The Last 4/19/2010
199. Baby's Birthday 4/19/2010
200. Children's Playground In The City 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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The Island

Does the wind sing in your ears at night, in the town,
Rattling the windows and doors of the cheap-built place?
Do you hear its song as it flies over marsh and down?
Do you feel the kiss that the wind leaves here on my face?
Or, wrapt in a lamplit quiet, do you restrain
Thoughts that would take the wind's way hither to me,
And bid them rest safe-anchored, nor tempt again
The tumult, and torment, and passion that live in the sea?

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