THE PRIMRWOSE in the shade do blow, The cowslip in the zun, The thyme upon the down do grow, The clote where streams do run;…
William Barnes was born at Blackmoor Vale in Dorset, the son of a farmer. He took a Bachelor of Divinity degree on a part-time basis at St. John's College, Cambridge, and became a clergyman in 1848. The poems he wrote about his birthplace on themes such as love, natural landscape and regional life brought him a lot of public acclaim. But he also had many other interests, especially languages. Apart from the classical languages, he also learned Welsh, Hindustani, Persian, Hebrew and a handful of European languages. His great interest in different kinds of knowledge made him write on different subjects such as mathematics, astronomy and geography. His real talent, however, lay in exploiting his poetic gift in the writing of folklore, thus setting the stage for people like Thomas Hardy.)
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Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That glitter'd in the zun lik' glass;…
Now the light o' the west is a-turn'd to gloom, An' the men be at hwome vrom ground; An' the bells be a-zendén all down the Coombe From tower, their mwoansome sound.…
'Tis merry ov a zummer's day, When vo'k be out a-haulèn hay, Where boughs, a-spread upon the ground, Do meäke the staddle big an' round;…
A. Back here, but now, the jobber John Come by, an' cried, 'Well done, zing on, I thought as I come down the hill,…
I'D a dream to-night As I fell asleep, O! the touching sight Makes me still to weep:…
When from the child, that still is led By hand, a father's hand is gone, --- Or when a few-year'd mother dead Has left her children growing on, ---…
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot;…
Ov all the birds upon the wing Between the zunny showers o' spring,- Vor all the lark, a-swingen high, Mid zing below a cloudless sky,…
News o' grief had overteaken Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken; There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven, While vrom zide to zide, wi' grieven,…
A HAPPY day at Whitsuntide, As soon ’s the zun begun to vall, We all stroll’d up the steep hill-zide To Meldon, gret an’ small;…
O AYE! they had woone child bezide, An' a finer your eyes never met, Twer a dear little fellow that died In the summer that come wi' such het;…
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi’ the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi’ vew a-left at hwome,…
The girt woak tree that's in the dell! There's noo tree I do love so well; Vor times an' times when I wer young, I there've a-climbed, an' there've a-zwung,…
And passing here through evening dew, He hastened happy to her door, But found the old folk only two With no more footsteps on the floor…
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