The Villain (William Henry Davies Poem)
While joy gave clouds the light of stars, That beamed wher'er they looked; And calves and lambs had tottering knees, ...
While joy gave clouds the light of stars, That beamed wher'er they looked; And calves and lambs had tottering knees, ...
This night, as I sit here alone, And brood on what is dead and gone, The owl that's in this ...
Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul, Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright; Thy beauty makes me like ...
WHAT moves that lonely man is not the boom Of waves that break agains the cliff so strong; Nor roar ...
Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content, Thou knowest of no strange continent; Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep A gentle motion ...
When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as ...
Yes, I will spend the livelong day With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and ...
Now, joy is born of parents poor, And pleasure of our richer kind; Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing As ...
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