William Barnes (1801-1886 / England)
William Barnes was born at Blackmoor Vale in Dorset, the son of a farmer. He took a Bachelor of Divinity degree on a part-time basis at St. John's College, Cambridge, and became a clergyman in 1848. The poems he wrote about his birthplace on themes such as love, natural landscape and regional life brought him a lot of public acclaim. But he also had many other interests, especially languages. Apart from the classical languages, he also learned Welsh, Hindustani, Persian, Hebrew and a handful of European languages. His great interest in different kinds of knowledge made him write on different subjects such as mathematics, astronomy and geography. His real talent, however, lay in exploiting ... more »
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- Blackmwore Maidens
- Easter Zunday
- Evenén in the Village
- Hay-Meaken. Nunchen Time
- Mater Dolorosa
- My Fore-Elders
- My Orcha'd in Linden Lea
- The Blackbird
- The Broken Heart
- The Castle Ruins
- The Child an' the Mowers
- The Geate A-Vallen To
- The Girt Woak Tree That's In the Dell
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''And I alone of all mankindWilliam Barnes (1801-1886), British poet. A Winter Night (l. 13-14). . . Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward, ed. (...
Were left in loneliness behind.''
''It was a chilly winter's night;William Barnes (1801-1886), British poet. A Winter Night (l. 21-25). . . Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward, ed. (...
And frost was glitt'ring on the ground,
And evening stars were twinkling bright;''
''Leaves of the summer, lovely summer's pride,William Barnes (1801-1886), British poet. Leaves (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward, ed. (1964; repr...
Sweet is the shade below your silent tree,''
''Since I do miss your vaice an' feaceWilliam Barnes (1801-1886), British poet. The Wife a-Lost (l. 25-28). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ...
In prayer at eventide,
I'll pray wi' woone said vaice vor greace
To goo where you do bide;''