Treasure Island

William Barnes

(1801-1886 / England)

Quotations

  • ''And I alone of all mankind
    Were left in loneliness behind.''
    William Barnes (1801-1886), British poet. A Winter Night (l. 13-14). . . Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward, ed. (1964; reprinted, with corrections, 1965) Oxford University Press.
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  • ''It was a chilly winter's night;
    And frost was glitt'ring on the ground,
    And evening stars were twinkling bright;''
    William Barnes (1801-1886), British poet. A Winter Night (l. 21-25). . . Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward, ed. (1964; reprinted, with corrections, 1965) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Leaves of the summer, lovely summer's pride,
    Sweet is the shade below your silent tree,''
    William Barnes (1801-1886), British poet. Leaves (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward, ed. (1964; reprinted, with corrections, 1965) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Since I do miss your vaice an' feace
    In prayer at eventide,
    I'll pray wi' woone said vaice vor greace
    To goo where you do bide;''
    William Barnes (1801-1886), British poet. The Wife a-Lost (l. 25-28). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
  • ''But no. Too soon I voun' my charm abroke.
    Noo comely soul in white like her—
    Noo soul a-steppen light like her—
    An' nwone o' comely height like her—
    Went by; but all my grief agean awoke.''
    William Barnes (1801-1886), British poet. The Wind at the Door (l. 21-25). . . Poets of the English Language, Vols. I-V. Vol. I: Langland to Spenser; Vol. II: Marlowe to Marvell; Vol. III: Milton to Goldsmith; Vol. IV: Blake to Poe; Vol. V: Tennyson to Yeats. W. H. Auden and Norman Holmes Pearson, eds. (1950) The Viking Press.

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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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