Edith Nesbit

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

Edith Nesbit Poems

201. Children's Playground In The City 4/19/2010
202. Saturday Song 4/19/2010
203. Wedding Day 4/19/2010
204. Values 4/19/2010
205. Invocation 4/19/2010
206. In Eclipse 4/19/2010
207. Chains Invisible 4/19/2010
208. La Derniere Robe De Soi 4/19/2010
209. New Year Song 4/19/2010
210. Possession 4/19/2010
211. Pessimism 4/19/2010
212. The Beatific Vision 4/19/2010
213. Teint Neutre 4/19/2010
214. Silence 4/19/2010
215. In Sanctuary 4/19/2010
216. The Champion 4/19/2010
217. Mummy Wheat 4/19/2010
218. Before Winter 4/19/2010
219. Summer Song 4/19/2010
220. The Death Of Agnes 4/19/2010
221. The Garden 4/19/2010
222. The Point Of View: Ii 4/19/2010
223. The Poor Man's Guest 4/19/2010
224. The Dead To The Living 4/19/2010
225. In The People's Park 4/19/2010
226. Love Well The Hour 4/19/2010
227. Chagrin D'Amour 4/19/2010
228. Discretion 4/19/2010
229. Haunted 4/19/2010
230. The Ghost Bereft 4/19/2010
231. Birthday Talk For A Child 4/19/2010
232. A Song Of Trafalgar 4/19/2010
233. The Jilted Lover To His Mother 4/19/2010
234. The Poet To His Love 4/19/2010
235. Shepherds All And Maidens Fair 4/19/2010
236. The Golden Rose 4/19/2010
237. The Enchanted Garden 4/19/2010
238. Mary Of Magdala 4/19/2010
239. May Song 4/19/2010
240. By Faith With Thanksgiving 4/19/2010

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  • Sumit sayam (2/27/2018 8:00:00 AM)

    Hagri poem

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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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Appeal

Daphnis dearest, wherefore weave me
Webs of lies lest truth should grieve me?
I could pardon much, believe me:
Dower me, Daphnis, or bereave me,
Kiss me, kill me, love me, leave me,-
Damn me, dear, but don't deceive me!

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