William Barnes

(1801-1886 / England)

William Barnes Poems

1. The Girt Woak Tree That's In The Dell 4/16/2010
2. Evenén In The Village 4/16/2010
3. Vull A Man 4/16/2010
4. Hay-Carren 4/16/2010
5. The Child An' The Mowers 4/16/2010
6. The White Road Up Athirt The Hill 4/16/2010
7. Vields By Watervalls 4/16/2010
8. Hay-Meaken. Nunchen Time 4/16/2010
9. The Young That Died In Beauty 4/16/2010
10. The Blackbird 4/16/2010
11. The Turnstile 4/16/2010
12. Woone Smile Mwore 1/1/2004
13. The Year Clock 4/16/2010
14. Easter Zunday 4/16/2010
15. The Peasant's Return 4/16/2010
16. The Geate A-Vallen To 4/16/2010
17. My Fore-Elders 4/16/2010
18. The Spring 4/16/2010
19. Tokens 1/13/2003
20. Wife A-Lost, The 12/31/2002
21. The Castle Ruins 1/1/2004
22. Mater Dolorosa 1/4/2003
23. The Surprise 1/13/2003
24. Blackmwore Maidens 1/1/2004
25. Woak Hill 5/8/2001
26. Zummer An' Winter 1/13/2003
27. The Wife A-Lost 5/8/2001
28. The Broken Heart 1/13/2003
29. My Orcha'D In Linden Lea 5/20/2006
Best Poem of William Barnes

My Orcha'D In Linden Lea

'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded,
By the woak tree's mossy moot,
The sheenen grass bleades, timber-sheaded,
Now do quiver under voot;
An' birds do whissle auver head,
An' water's bubblen in its bed,
An' ther vor me the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.

When leaves that leately wer a-springen
Now do feade 'ithin the copse,
An' painted birds do hush ther zingen
Up upon the timber's tops;
An' brown-leav'd fruit's a-turnen red,
In cloudless zunsheen, auver head,
Wi' fruit vor me the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden ...

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Mater Dolorosa

I'D a dream to-night
   As I fell asleep,
O! the touching sight
   Makes me still to weep:
Of my little lad,
Gone to leave me sad,
Ay, the child I had,
   But was not to keep.

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