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 Turnstile 4/16/2010
13. Woone Smile Mwore 1/1/2004
14. The Geate A-Vallen To 4/16/2010
15. My Fore-Elders 4/16/2010
16. The Blackbird 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. The Surprise 1/13/2003
25. Blackmwore Maidens 1/1/2004
26. Woak Hill 5/8/2001
27. The Wife A-Lost 5/8/2001
28. My Orcha'D In Linden Lea 5/20/2006
29. The Broken Heart 1/13/2003
Best Poem of William Barnes

The Broken Heart

News o' grief had overteaken
Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken;
There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven,
While vrom zide to zide, wi' grieven,
Vell her head, wi' tears a-creepen
Down her cheaks, in bitter weepen.
There wer still the ribbon-bow
She tied avore her hour ov woe,
An' there wer still the hans that tied it
Hangen white,
Or wringen tight,
In ceare that drowned all ceare bezide it.

When a man, wi' heartless slighten,
Mid become a maiden's blighten,
He mid cearelessly vorseake her,
But must answer to her Meaker;
He mid slight, wi' selfish ...

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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.

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