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- Begirt with bombs that fall and flames that rise, Ambrose Bierce After Portsmouth
- Begone, unbelief, John Newton I Will Trust and Not Be Afraid
- Behind my father’s cottage lies George MacDonald The Hills
- Behold the lilies of the field Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Behold the Lilies!
- Behold the throne of grace! John Newton Another
- Behold this swarthy face, these gray eyes, Walt Whitman Behold This Swarthy Face
- Behold, as goblins dark of mien Robert Louis Stevenson Behold, as Goblins Dark of Mien
- Behold! the days of miracle at last Ambrose Bierce Emancipation
- Behold! the living thrilling lines Georgia Douglas Johnson Poetry
- Being out of heart with government W. B. Yeats An Appointment
- Being walkers with the dawn and morning Langston Hughes Poem
- Being your slave, what should I do but tend William Shakespeare LVII
- Believe me–when I say Georgia Douglas Johnson Autumn
- Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, W. B. Yeats The Two Trees
- Beloved, my Beloved, when I think Elizabeth Barrett Browning XX
- Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Elizabeth Barrett Browning XLIV
- Beloved! amid the earnest woes Edgar Allan Poe To F⸺
- Ben Bulger was a silver man, Ambrose Bierce Bimetalism
- Ben Truman, you’re a genius and can write, Ambrose Bierce A Railroad Lackey
- Beneath his coat of dirt great Neilson loves Ambrose Bierce A Literary Hangman
- Beneath my window twilight made Ambrose Bierce Reminded
- Beneath the burden of our joy Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Fifteenth Amendment
- Beneath the salvias, where some angel slew Ameen Rihani Beneath the Salvias
- Beneath the tyrant Satan’s yoke John Newton We Were Pharaoh’s Bondmen
- Beneath this casket rots unknown Ambrose Bierce George Francis Train
- Beneath this monument which rears its head, Ambrose Bierce Reparation
- Beneath this stone O’Donnell’s tongue’s at rest— Ambrose Bierce XXXV
- Beneath this stone sleeps Reuben Lloyd, Ambrose Bierce XXVI
- Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Wilfred Owen Dulce Et Decorum Est
- Berried brake and reedy island, Robert Louis Stevenson We Have Loved of Yore
- Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan William Shakespeare CXXXIII
- Beside the gospel pool, John Newton The Pool of Bethesda.
- Besides my little son’s imagination, Ring Lardner His Memory
- Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth William Cowper Another
- Better than granite, Spoon River, Edgar Lee Masters Aaron Hatfield
- Better to smell the violet George MacDonald Better Things
- Between a sunny bank and the sun Edward Thomas Two Houses
- Between two comrades dear, John Henry Newman Ethelwald
- Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, William Shakespeare XLVII
- Beyond th’ old Pillars many have travalled John Donne Sir John Wingfield
- Beyond the gates thou gav’st a field to till; Robert Louis Stevenson In Lupum
- Bid a strong ghost stand at the head W. B. Yeats A Prayer for My Son
- Bid adieu, adieu, adieu, James Joyce Bid Adieu, Adieu, Adieu
- Bide thou thy time! John Henry Newman The Patient Church
- Big Smith is an Oakland School Board man, Ambrose Bierce One of the Saints
- Bing, Bim, Bang, Bome! George MacDonald The Owl and the Bell
- Bird of the woodland, sing me a song, Mary Weston Fordham To the Mock-Bird
- Birds all the sunny day Robert Louis Stevenson Nest Eggs
- Birthday gifts, with the early year, John Henry Newman Epiphany-Eve
- Bitter indeed the waters are John Newton The Bitter Waters
- Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones Jean Toomer Reapers
- Blame me not that this epistle Robert Louis Stevenson A Familiar Epistle
- Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with tears, John Donne Twickenham Garden
- Bleak winter is subdued at length, John Newton Spring
- Blessed is the man that beholdeth the face of a friend in a far country, Henry van Dyke Jr. The Distant Road
- Blest are your north parts, for all this long time John Donne To Mr. I. L.
- Blinded in youth by Satan’s arts, John Newton The Enchantment Dissolved
- Bloom, beloved Flower!— John Henry Newman The Winter Flower
- Blows the wind today, and the sun and the rain are flying, Robert Louis Stevenson To S. R. Crockett
- Blue sky above, blue sea below, George MacDonald Far and Near
- Blue! ’Tis the life of heaven,—the domain John Keats Written in Answer to a Sonnet Ending Thus
- Bob Southey! You’re a poet—Poet-laureate, Lord Byron Dedication
- Boll-weevil’s coming, and the winter’s cold, Jean Toomer November Cotton Flower
- Boruck and Waterman upon their grills Ambrose Bierce A Commuted Sentence
- Both for the country and for the man, Edgar Lee Masters Anthony Findlay
- Both robb’d of air, we both lie in one ground; John Donne Hero and Leander
- Brand Whitlock sped from Hell through space, Ambrose Bierce Two Socialists
- Brantford as thriving city’s famed, James McIntyre Brantford
- Brave lads in olden musical centuries, Robert Louis Stevenson Alcaics to Horatio F. Brown
- Brave, brave were the soldiers (high named to-day) who lived through the fight; Walt Whitman The Bravest Soldiers
- Break, break my heart Georgia Douglas Johnson Break, Break My Heart
- Breathe from the gentle south Lord, William Cowper The Waiting Soul
- Breeze a-sighin’ and a-blowin’, James Weldon Johnson Ma Lady’s Lips Am Like de Honey
- Bright and beautiful art thou, Mary Weston Fordham October
- Bright cap and streamers, James Joyce Bright Cap and Streamers
- Bright clouds of may Edward Thomas Bright Clouds
- Bright is the ring of words Robert Louis Stevenson Bright Is the Ring of Words
- Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! John Keats The Last Sonnet
- Bright, jolly sunshine and clear blue skies, Langston Hughes Signs of Spring
- Bring forth the balance, let the weight be gold! Frances Ellen Watkins Harper The Soul
- Bring me all of your dreams, Langston Hughes The Dream Keeper
- Bring the comb and play upon it! Robert Louis Stevenson Marching Song
- Bring where our Beauty lies W. B. Yeats Certain Artists Bring Her Dolls and Drawings
- British infants who were nobly born James McIntyre Indian Mutiny
- Broad gazing on untrodden lands, Robert Louis Stevenson A Peak in Darien
- Brother artist, help me; come! George MacDonald Brother Artist!
- Bruce Douglas, nephew to a Scottish Earl, Ambrose Bierce Indictment on Evidence
- “Build me a house,” said the Master, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper The Building
- “Build me a nation,” said the Lord. Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Then and Now
- Builder, in building the little house, Robert Frost The Kitchen Chimney
- Burbank crossed a little bridge T. S. Eliot Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar
- Burns sang of joys of Halloween James McIntyre Canadian Sports and Games and Plays
- Burns sang so sweet behind the plow, James McIntyre Reply to the Toast of Scottish Poets
- Busy old fool, unruly Sun, John Donne The Sun Rising
- But be contented: when that fell arrest William Shakespeare LXXIV
- But do thy worst to steal thyself away, William Shakespeare XCII
- But now had Hesper from the Hero’s sight Joel Barlow Book IX
- But of all tales that war’s black annals hold Joel Barlow Book VI
- But one rude stone for him whose song Maria Lowell The Grace of Keats
- But only three in all God’s universe Elizabeth Barrett Browning II
Alphabetical, keeping any leading “A” or “The”.