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 New-Born Baby's Song 1/1/2004
19. The Sea 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Barry Cornwall

The Sea

THE SEA! the sea! the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth the earth’s wide regions round;
It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;
Or like a cradled creature lies.

I ’m on the sea! I ’m on the sea!
I am where I would ever be;
With the blue above, and the blue below,
And silence wheresoe’er I go;
If a storm should come and awake the deep,
What matter? I shall ride and sleep.

I love, O, how I love to ride
On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide,
When every mad ...

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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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