#Welsh
The mind, with its own eyes and ea… May for these others have no care; No matter where this body is, The mind is free to go elsewhere. My mind can be a sailor, when
Now do I hear thee weep and groan… Who hath a comrade sunk at sea? Then quaff thee of my good old ale… And it will raise him up for thee; Thoul’t think as little of him the…
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,
When I came forth this morn I saw Quite twenty cloudlets in the air; And then I saw a flock of sheep, Which told me how these clouds cam… That flock of sheep, on that green…
Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt n… Let’s grimly kiss with bated breat… As quietly and solemnly As Life when it is kissing Death. Now in the silence of the grave,
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…
It was the Rainbow gave thee birt… And left thee all her lovely hues; And, as her mother’s name was T… So runs it in my blood to choose For haunts the lonely pools, and k…
When on a summer’s morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing ril… My bird-like spirit flies. To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, T…
I hear leaves drinking rain; I hear rich leaves on top Giving the poor beneath Drop after drop; ‘Tis a sweet noise to hear
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…
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…
Sing out, my soul, thy songs of jo… Sing as a happy bird will sing Beneath a rainbow’s lovely arch In the spring. Think not of death in thy young da…
My walls outside must have some fl… My walls within must have some boo… A house that’s small; a garden lar… And in it leafy nooks. A little gold that’s sure each wee…
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…
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…