Barry Cornwall

(21 November 1787 – 5 October 1874 / Leeds, England)

Barry Cornwall Poems

1. Song (Here's A Health To Thee, Mary...) 3/6/2012
2. The Song Of A Felon's Wife 3/6/2012
3. King Death 3/6/2012
4. Serenade (Inesilla! I Am Here...) 3/6/2012
5. A Poet’s Thought 1/1/2004
6. Golden-Tressed Adelaide 1/1/2004
7. Peace! What Do Tears Avail? 1/1/2004
8. The Hunter’s Song 1/1/2004
9. The Stormy Petrel 1/1/2004
10. Life 1/1/2004
11. The Watch 1/1/2004
12. The Poet's Song To His Wife 1/1/2004
13. The Old Witch In The Copse 1/1/2004
14. In France 1/1/2004
15. A Petition To Time 1/1/2004
16. The Blood Horse 1/1/2004
17. Sit Down, Sad Soul 1/1/2004
18. The Sea 1/1/2004
19. The New-Born Baby's Song 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Barry Cornwall

The New-Born Baby's Song

When I was twenty inches long,
I could not hear the thrush's song;
The radiance of the morning skies
Was most displeasing to my eyes.

For loving looks, caressing words,
I cared no more than sun or birds;
But I could bite my mother's breast,
And that made up for all the rest.

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The Hunter’s Song

RISE! Sleep no more! ’T is a noble morn:
The dews hang thick on the fringed thorn,
And the frost shrinks back, like a beaten hound,
Under the steaming, steaming ground.
Behold, where the billowy clouds flow by,
And leave us alone in the clear gray sky!
Our horses are ready and steady.—So, ho!
I ’m gone, like a dart from the Tartar’s bow.
Hark, hark!—Who calleth the maiden Morn

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