Barry Cornwall Poems
- Sit Down, Sad Soul SIT down, sad soul, and count The ...
- The Sea THE SEA! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the ...
- A Petition To Time TOUCH us gently, Time! Let us glide ...
- The New-Born Baby's Song When I was twenty inches long, I ...
- The Blood Horse GAMARRA is a dainty steed, Strong, black, ...
- In France The poplars in the fields of France Are golden ...
- The Old Witch In The Copse I am a Witch, and a kind old ...
Bryan Waller Procter who wrote under the name Barry Cornwall was an English poet.
Born at Leeds, Yorkshire, he was educated at Harrow School, where he had for contemporaries Lord Byron and Robert Peel. On leaving school he was placed in the office of a solicitor at Calne, Wiltshire, remaining there until about 1807, when he returned to London to study law. By the death of his father in 1816 he became possessed of a small property, and soon after entered into partnership with a solicitor; but in 1820 the partnership was dissolved, and he began to write under the pseudonym of "Barry Cornwall".
After his marriage in 1824 to Miss Skepper, daughter ... more »
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Sit Down, Sad Soul
SIT down, sad soul, and count
The moments flying:
Come,—tell the sweet amount
That ’s lost by sighing!
How many smiles?—a score?
Then laugh, and count no more;
For day is dying.
Lie down, sad soul, and sleep,
And no more measure
The flight of Time, nor weep
The loss of leisure;
But here, by this lone stream,
Lie down with us, and dream
Of starry treasure.
We dream: do thou the same:
We love—for ever;
We laugh; yet few we shame,
The gentle, never.
Stay, then, till Sorrow dies; ...