Edith Nesbit

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

Edith Nesbit Poems

241. The Fields Of Flanders 4/19/2010
242. Work 4/19/2010
243. The Ghost 4/19/2010
244. Gretna Green 4/19/2010
245. Inasmuch As Ye Did It Not . . . 4/19/2010
246. Incompatibilities 4/19/2010
247. Ghosts 4/19/2010
248. Chloe 4/19/2010
249. The Crown Of Life 4/19/2010
250. The Gift Of Life 4/19/2010
251. New College Gardens, Oxford 4/19/2010
252. Christmas 4/19/2010
253. Accession 4/19/2010
254. Absolution Ii 4/19/2010
255. A Prayer For The King's Majesty 4/19/2010
256. At Evening Time There Shall Be Light 4/19/2010
257. A Life's Story 4/19/2010
258. A Parting 4/19/2010
259. And The Rains Descended And The Floods Came 4/19/2010
260. The December Rose 4/19/2010
261. Windflowers 4/19/2010
262. The Forest Pool 4/19/2010
263. Inspiration 4/19/2010
264. Absolution 4/19/2010
265. A Choice 4/19/2010
266. A Brown Study 4/19/2010
267. In The Rose Garden 4/19/2010
268. The Moors 4/19/2010
269. The Old Magic 4/19/2010
270. Seed-Time And Harvest 4/19/2010
271. For Dolly -- Who Does Not Learn Her Lessons 4/19/2010
272. A Song For Peace And Honour 4/19/2010
273. A Comedy 4/19/2010
274. A Song Of Parting 4/19/2010
275. Appeal 1/3/2003
276. A Portrait 4/19/2010
277. Gratitude 4/19/2010
278. Song V 4/19/2010
279. The Last Defeat 4/19/2010
280. The Nest 4/19/2010

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    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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