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 Peasant's Return 4/16/2010
10. The Young That Died In Beauty 4/16/2010
11. The Year Clock 4/16/2010
12. The Blackbird 4/16/2010
13. The Turnstile 4/16/2010
14. Woone Smile Mwore 1/1/2004
15. The Geate A-Vallen To 4/16/2010
16. My Fore-Elders 4/16/2010
17. Easter Zunday 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. Zummer An' Winter 1/13/2003
24. Blackmwore Maidens 1/1/2004
25. Woak Hill 5/8/2001
26. The Wife A-Lost 5/8/2001
27. My Orcha'D In Linden Lea 5/20/2006
28. The Broken Heart 1/13/2003
29. The Surprise 1/13/2003

Comments about William Barnes

  • Alfred Gamblen (3/7/2019 8:57:00 AM)

    Your. Reader has no idea of the 🚩Dorset dialect or she would know that “wi” means with and is pronounced.”we”.

    ‘Vok“ means “folk”. ‘zingen” means “singing”.
    “Gleaded is pronounced “ Glayded”. And on and on ‘so many mispronouncations I was very disappointed.

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Best Poem of William Barnes

The Wife A-Lost

1 Since I noo mwore do zee your fe{'a}ce,
Up ste{'a}rs or down below,
I'll zit me in the lwonesome ple{'a}ce,
Where flat-bough'd beech do grow;
Below the beeches' bough, my love,
Where you did never come,
An' I don't look to meet ye now,
As I do look at hwome.

Since you noo mwore be at my zide,
In walks in zummer het,
I'll goo alwone where mist do ride,
Drough trees a-drippèn wet;
Below the ra{'i}n-wet bough, my love,
Where you did never come,
An' I don't ...

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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.