#Welsh
Indeed this is the sweet life! my… 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,
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,
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…
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…
Thy beauty haunts me heart and sou… Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and… Thy beauty makes me like the child That cries aloud to own thy light: The little child that lifts each a…
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…
Here comes Kate Summers, who, for… Takes any man to bed: “You knew my friend, Nell Barnes,… “You knew Nell Barnes—she’s dead. ”Nell Barnes was bad on all you m…
I hear leaves drinking rain; I hear rich leaves on top Giving the poor beneath Drop after drop; ‘Tis a sweet noise to hear
When primroses are out in Spring, And small, blue violets come betwe… When merry birds sing on boughs gr… And rills, as soon as born, must s… When butterflies will make side-le…
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…
No idle gold—since this fine sun,… Is no mean miser, but doth freely… No prescious stones—since these gr… Without a charge, their pearls whe… No lifeless books—since birds with…
I saw this day sweet flowers grow… But not one like the child did pic… I heard the packhounds in green pa… But no dog like the child heard ba… I heard this day bird after bird—
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…
A week ago I had a fire To warm my feet, my hands and face… Cold winds, that never make a frie… Crept in and out of every place. Today the fields are rich in grass…
I pray you, Sadness, leave me soo… In sweet invention thou art poor! Thy sister, Joy can make ten song… While thou art making four. One hour with thee is sweet enough…