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|
|4.||Serenade (Inesilla! I Am Here...)||3/6/2012|
|5.||A Poet’s Thought||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|
|12.||The Poet's Song To His Wife||1/1/2004|
|13.||The Old Witch In The Copse||1/1/2004|
|15.||The Blood Horse||1/1/2004|
|16.||The New-Born Baby's Song||1/1/2004|
|17.||A Petition To Time||1/1/2004|
|18.||Sit Down, Sad Soul||1/1/2004|
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 ...
The Blood Horse
GAMARRA is a dainty steed,
Strong, black, and of a noble breed,
Full of fire, and full of bone,
With all his line of fathers known;
Fine his nose, his nostrils thin,
But blown abroad by the pride within!
His mane is like a river flowing,
And his eyes like embers glowing
In the darkness of the night,