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. King Death 3/6/2012
3. Serenade (Inesilla! I Am Here...) 3/6/2012
4. The Song Of A Felon's Wife 3/6/2012
5. Golden-Tressed Adelaide 1/1/2004
6. 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. Life 1/1/2004
10. The Poet's Song To His Wife 1/1/2004
11. The Old Witch In The Copse 1/1/2004
12. In France 1/1/2004
13. The Watch 1/1/2004
14. The Stormy Petrel 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
19. The Sea 1/1/2004

Comments about Barry Cornwall

  • Luke h (2/23/2019 10:36:00 AM)

    How old were you when you wrote the poem the sea

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  • daria (11/27/2018 2:41:00 PM)

    yo brill amazing poet i know you fantastico

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  • daria (11/27/2018 2:40:00 PM)

    i would like to know how old barry cornwall is for your info pls

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  • Pickled Onion (1/29/2005 6:46:00 AM)

    Sheer brilliance......................................................................?

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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 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,

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