CATHARINE by WH DAVIES |
We children every morn would wait
For Catharine, at the garden gate;
Behind school-time, her sunny hair
Would melt the master's frown of care,
What time his hand but threatened pain,
Shaking aloft his... Posted by on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 02:42:00 GMT |
THE EXAMPLE by WH 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'... Posted by on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 02:31:00 GMT |
NO MASTER by WH DAVIES |
Indeed this is 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,
Would I go nutting in the woo... Posted by on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 02:25:00 GMT |
THE JOLLY TRAMP by WH DAVIES |
I am a jolly tramp: I whine to you,
Then whistle till I meet another fool.
I call the labourer sir, the boy young man,
The maid young lady, and mother I
Will flatter through the youngest child t... Posted by on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 02:14:00 GMT |