As a twig trembles, which a bird; [145]
At midnight, in the month of June; [57]
At sea are tossing ships; [149]
At the king's gate the subtle noon; [183]
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down; [76]
Be thou a bird, my soul, and mount and soar; [282]
Because I could not stop for Death; [264]
Bedtime's come fu' little boys; [225]
Behind him lay the gray Azores; [199]
Beneath the warrior's helm, behold; [248]