The Blackbird (William Barnes Poems)
Ov all the birds upon the wingBetween the zunny showers o' spring,-Vor all the lark, a-swingen high,Mid zing below a ...
Ov all the birds upon the wingBetween the zunny showers o' spring,-Vor all the lark, a-swingen high,Mid zing below a ...
A HAPPY day at Whitsuntide,As soon 's the zun begun to vall,We all stroll'd up the steep hill-zideTo Meldon, gret ...
THE PRIMRWOSE in the shade do blow,The cowslip in the zun,The thyme upon the down do grow,The clote where streams ...
O AYE! they had woone child bezide,An' a finer your eyes never met,Twer a dear little fellow that diedIn the ...
Now the light o' the west is a-turn'd to gloom,An' the men be at hwome vrom ground;An' the bells be ...
I. PROLOGUE.HERR SCHNITZERL make a ph'losopede, Von of de pullyest kind; It vent mitout a vheel in front, And hadn't ...
I. DER watchman look out from his tower Ash de Abendgold glimmer grew dim, Und saw on de road troo ...
DER SCHWACKENHAMMER coom to down, Pefore de Fall vas past, Und by der Breitmann drawed he in Ash dreimals honored ...
I HAF von funny leedle poy, Vot gomes schust to mine knee; Der queerest schap, der Greatest rogue, ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
No, I'm a man, I'm vull a man, You beat my manhood, if you can. You'll be a man if ...
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
If souls should only sheen so bright In heaven as in e'thly light, An' nothen better wer the cease, How ...
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The ...
News o' grief had overteaken Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken; There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven, While vrom zide to zide, ...
No, I'm a man, I'm vull a man, You beat my manhood, if you can. You'll be a man if ...
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
News o' grief had overteaken Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken; There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven, While vrom zide to zide, ...
If souls should only sheen so bright In heaven as in e'thly light, An' nothen better wer the cease, How ...
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