William Henry Davies
The Rain by William Henry Davies

The Rain by William Henry Davies

I hear leaves drinking rain; I hear rich leaves on top Giving the poor beneath Drop after drop; 'Tis a sweet noise to hear These green leaves drinking near.And when the Sun comes ...

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Joy And Pleasure by William Henry Davies

Joy And Pleasure by William Henry Davies

Now, joy is born of parents poor, And pleasure of our richer kind; Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing As sweet a song as joy confined. Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day ...

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Nell Barnes by William Henry Davies

Nell Barnes by William Henry Davies

They lived apart for three long years, Bill Barnes and Nell his wife; He took his joy from other girls, She led a wicked life.Yet ofttimes she would pass his shop, With some ...

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A Fleeting Passion by William Henry Davies

A Fleeting Passion by William Henry Davies

Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt not romp, Let's grimly kiss with bated breath; As quietly and solemnly As Life when it is kissing Death. Now in the silence of the grave, My hand ...

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Money by William Henry Davies

Money by William Henry Davies

When I had money, money, O!I knew no joy till I went poor;For many a false man as a friendCame knocking all day at my door.Then felt I like a child that holdsA trumpet that he ...

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The Best Friend by William Henry Davies

The Best Friend by William Henry Davies

Now shall I walk Or shall I ride? "Ride", Pleasure said; "Walk", Joy replied.Now what shall I -- Stay home or roam? "Roam", Pleasure said; And Joy -- "stay home."Now shall I ...

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A Plain Life by William Henry Davies

A Plain Life by William Henry Davies

No idle gold -- since this fine sun, my friend, Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend.No prescious stones -- since these green mornings show, Without a charge, their pearls ...

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Leisure by William Henry Davies

Leisure by William Henry Davies

What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare.No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long as sheep or cows.No time to see, when woods we ...

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Rich Or Poor by William Henry Davies

Rich Or Poor by William Henry Davies

With thy true love I have more wealthThan Charon's piled-up bank doth hold;Where he makes kings lay down their crownsAnd life-long misers leave their gold.Without thy love I've no ...

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Laughing Rose by William Henry Davies

Laughing Rose by William Henry Davies

If I were gusty April now, How I would blow at laughing Rose; I'd make her ribbons slip their knots, And all her hair come loose.If I were merry April now, How I would pelt her ...

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A Great Time by William Henry Davies

A Great Time by William Henry Davies

Sweet Chance, that led my steps abroad, Beyond the town, where wild flowers grow -- A rainbow and a cuckoo, Lord, How rich and great the times are now! Know, all ye sheep And ...

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The Kingfisher by William Henry Davies

The Kingfisher by William Henry Davies

It was the Rainbow gave thee birth,And left thee all her lovely hues;And, as her mother’s name was Tears,So runs it in my blood to chooseFor haunts the lonely pools, and keepIn ...

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In The Country by William Henry Davies

In The Country by William Henry Davies

This life is sweetest; in this wood I hear no children cry for food; I see no woman, white with care; No man, with muscled wasting here.No doubt it is a selfish thing To fly from ...

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April’s Charms by William Henry Davies

April’s Charms by William Henry Davies

When April scatters charms of primrose gold Among the copper leaves in thickets old, And singing skylarks from the meadows rise, To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies;When I ...

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The Dark Hour by William Henry Davies

The Dark Hour by William Henry Davies

And now, when merry winds do blow, And rain makes trees look fresh, An overpowering staleness holds This mortal flesh.Though well I love to feel the rain, And be by winds well ...

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Come, Let Us Find by William Henry Davies

Come, Let Us Find by William Henry Davies

Come, let us find a cottage, love, That's green for half a mile around; To laugh at every grumbling bee, Whose sweetest blossom's not yet found. Where many a bird shall sing for ...

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Truly Great by William Henry Davies

Truly Great by William Henry Davies

My walls outside must have some flowers, My walls within must have some books; A house that's small; a garden large, And in it leafy nooks. A little gold that's sure each week; ...

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All In June by William Henry Davies

All In June by William Henry Davies

A week ago I had a fire To warm my feet, my hands and face; Cold winds, that never make a friend, Crept in and out of every place. Today the fields are rich in grass, And ...

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Seeking Beauty by William Henry Davies

Seeking Beauty by William Henry Davies

Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me Out of those Azure heavens and this green earth -- I drink and drink, and thirst the more I ...

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The Villain by William Henry Davies

The Villain by William Henry Davies

While joy gave clouds the light of stars, That beamed wher'er they looked; And calves and lambs had tottering knees, Excited, while they sucked; While every bird enjoyed his song, ...

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Sweet Stay-At-Home by William Henry Davies

Sweet Stay-At-Home by William Henry Davies

Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content, Thou knowest of no strange continent; Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep A gentle motion with the deep; Thou hast not sailed in Indian seas, ...

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No Master by William Henry Davies

No Master by William Henry Davies

Indeed this is the sweet life! my hand Is under no proud man's command; There is no voice to break my rest Before a bird has left its nest; There is no man to change my mood, When ...

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Charms by William Henry Davies

Charms by William Henry Davies

She walks as lightly as the fly Skates on the water in July.To hear her moving petticoat For me is music's highest note.Stones are not heard, when her feet pass, No more than ...

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The Moon by William Henry Davies

The Moon by William Henry Davies

Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul, Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright; Thy beauty makes me like the child That cries aloud to own thy light: The little child that lifts ...

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In May by William Henry Davies

In May by William Henry Davies

Yes, I will spend the livelong day With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and share My bread with birds whose homes are there; While cows lie down to eat, ...

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Days Too Short by William Henry Davies

Days Too Short by William Henry Davies

When primroses are out in Spring, And small, blue violets come between; When merry birds sing on boughs green, And rills, as soon as born, must sing; When butterflies will make ...

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Thunderstorms by William Henry Davies

Thunderstorms by William Henry Davies

My mind has thunderstorms,That brood for heavy hours:Until they rain me words,My thoughts are drooping flowersAnd sulking, silent birds.Yet come, dark thunderstorms,And brood your ...

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The Mind’s Liberty by William Henry Davies

The Mind’s Liberty by William Henry Davies

The mind, with its own eyes and ears, May for these others have no care; No matter where this body is, The mind is free to go elsewhere. My mind can be a sailor, when This body's ...

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Sadness And Joy by William Henry Davies

Sadness And Joy by William Henry Davies

I pray you, Sadness, leave me soon, In sweet invention thou art poor! Thy sister, Joy can make ten songs While thou art making four.One hour with thee is sweet enough; But when we ...

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Where We Differ by William Henry Davies

Where We Differ by William Henry Davies

To think my thoughts are hers, Not one of hers is mine; She laughs -- while I must sigh; She sighs -- while I must whine.She eats -- while I must fast; She reads -- while I am ...

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The Happy Child by William Henry Davies

The Happy Child by William Henry Davies

I saw this day sweet flowers grow thick -- But not one like the child did pick.I heard the packhounds in green park -- But no dog like the child heard bark.I heard this day bird ...

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A Greeting by William Henry Davies

A Greeting by William Henry Davies

Good morning, Life--and all Things glad and beautiful. My pockets nothing hold, But he that owns the gold, The Sun, is my great friend-- His spending has no end. Hail to the ...

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The Hawk by William Henry Davies

The Hawk by William Henry Davies

Thou dost not fly, thou art not perched, The air is all around: What is it that can keep thee set, From falling to the ground? The concentration of thy mind Supports thee in the ...

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Songs Of Joy by William Henry Davies

Songs Of Joy by William Henry Davies

Sing out, my soul, thy songs of joy; Sing as a happy bird will sing Beneath a rainbow's lovely arch In the spring.Think not of death in thy young days; Why shouldst thou that grim ...

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The Flood by William Henry Davies

The Flood by William Henry Davies

I thought my true love slept; Behind her chair I crept And pulled out a long pin; The golden flood came out, She shook it all about, With both our faces in.Ah! little wren, I know ...

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The Sleepers by William Henry Davies

The Sleepers by William Henry Davies

As I walked down the waterside This silent morning, wet and dark; Before the cocks in farmyards crowed, Before the dogs began to bark; Before the hour of five was struck By old ...

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The Hermit by William Henry Davies

The Hermit by William Henry Davies

WHAT moves that lonely man is not the boom Of waves that break agains the cliff so strong; Nor roar of thunder, when that travelling voice Is caught by rocks that carry far ...

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The Heap Of Rags by William Henry Davies

The Heap Of Rags by William Henry Davies

One night when I went down Thames' side, in London Town, A heap of rags saw I, And sat me down close by. That thing could shout and bawl, But showed no face at all; When any ...

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The Boy by William Henry Davies

The Boy by William Henry Davies

Go, little boy, Fill thee with joy; For Time gives thee Unlicensed hours, To run in fields, And roll in flowers.A little boy Can life enjoy; If but to see The horses pass, When ...

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The Sluggard by William Henry Davies

The Sluggard by William Henry Davies

A jar of cider and my pipe, In summer, under shady tree; A book by one that made his mind Live by its sweet simplicity: Then must I laugh at kings who sit In richest chambers, ...

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This Night by William Henry Davies

This Night by William Henry Davies

This night, as I sit here alone,And brood on what is dead and gone,The owl that's in this Highgate Wood,Has found his fellow in my mood;To every star, as it doth rise -Oh-o-o! ...

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The Bird Of Paradise by William Henry Davies

The Bird Of Paradise by William Henry Davies

Here comes Kate Summers, who, for gold, Takes any man to bed: "You knew my friend, Nell Barnes," she said; "You knew Nell Barnes -- she's dead. "Nell Barnes was bad on all you ...

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The Child And The Mariner by William Henry Davies

The Child And The Mariner by William Henry Davies

A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that Jesus petted when a child; Their faith was never draped by Doubt: to them ...

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The Likeness by William Henry Davies

The Likeness by William Henry Davies

When I came forth this morn I saw Quite twenty cloudlets in the air; And then I saw a flock of sheep, Which told me how these clouds came there.That flock of sheep, on that green ...

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Ale by William Henry Davies

Ale by William Henry Davies

Now do I hear thee weep and groan, Who hath a comrade sunk at sea? Then quaff thee of my good old ale, And it will raise him up for thee; Thoul't think as little of him then As ...

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When On A Summer’s Morn by William Henry Davies

When On A Summer’s Morn by William Henry Davies

When on a summer's morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like spirit flies.To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush, Or any bird in song; ...

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The Example by William Henry Davies

The Example by William Henry Davies

Here's an example from A Butterfly; That on a rough, hard rock Happy can lie; Friendless and all alone On this unsweetened stone. Now let my bed be hard No care take I; I'll make ...

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The Fog by William Henry Davies

The Fog by William Henry Davies

I saw the fog grow thick,Which soon made blind my ken;It made tall men of boys,And giants of tall men.It clutched my throat, I coughed;Nothing was in my headExcept two heavy ...

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The Worms’ Contempt by William Henry Davies

The Worms’ Contempt by William Henry Davies

What do we earn for all our gentle grace?A body stiff and cold from foot to face.If you have beauty, what is beauty worth?A mask to hide it, made of common earth.What do we get ...

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The Old Oak Tree by William Henry Davies

The Old Oak Tree by William Henry Davies

I sit beneath your leaves, old oak,You mighty one of all the trees;Within whose hollow trunk a manCould stable his big horse with ease.I see your knuckles hard and strong,But have ...

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