#Welsh
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 ra…
Yes, I will spend the livelong da… With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and sha… My bread with birds whose homes ar… While cows lie down to eat, and sh…
Go, little boy, Fill thee with joy; For Time gives thee Unlicensed hours, To run in fields,
They lived apart for three long ye… Bill Barnes and Nell his wife; He took his joy from other girls, She led a wicked life. Yet ofttimes she would pass his sh…
With thy true love I have more we… Than Charon’s piled-up bank doth… Where he makes kings lay down thei… And life-long misers leave their g… Without thy love I’ve no more wea…
I sit beneath your leaves, old oak… You mighty one of all the trees; Within whose hollow trunk a man Could stable his big horse with ea… I see your knuckles hard and stron…
WHAT moves that lonely man is no… Of waves that break agains the cli… Nor roar of thunder, when that tra… Is caught by rocks that carry far… 'Tis not the groan of oak tree i i…
I hear leaves drinking rain; I hear rich leaves on top Giving the poor beneath Drop after drop; ‘Tis a sweet noise to hear
Come, let us find a cottage, love, That’s green for half a mile aroun… To laugh at every grumbling bee, Whose sweetest blossom’s not yet f… Where many a bird shall sing for y…
Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-c… Thou knowest of no strange contine… Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep A gentle motion with the deep; Thou hast not sailed in Indian se…
If I were gusty April now, How I would blow at laughing Rose… I’d make her ribbons slip their kn… And all her hair come loose. If I were merry April now,
What do we earn for all our gentle… A body stiff and cold from foot to… If you have beauty, what is beauty… A mask to hide it, made of common… What do we get for all our song an…
Now, joy is born of parents poor, And pleasure of our richer kind; Though pleasure’s free, she cannot… As sweet a song as joy confined. Pleasure’s a Moth, that sleeps by…
When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as a friend Came knocking all day at my door. Then felt I like a child that hol…
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 si…