Poems by William Barnes
Went Vrom Hwome
... An' there the evenèn's low-shot light ...
Bishops Caundle
... O' knives an' pleätes, an' cups an' traÿs, ...
Eclogue:--Father Come Hwome
... An' then zome trees to shroud, an' wood to vell,-- ...
Fatherhood
... Vor their pillow, their pleäte, an' their cup ...
Fall
... Where do reach roun' wheat-ricks yollow ...
Zellen Woones Honey To Buy Zomehat Sweet
... Then wi' they jaÿs a-vled an' zome goold in their stead, ...
Happiness
... 'Tis true its veet mid tread the vloor, ...
Bees A-Zwarmen
... An' then at last where should they pitch, ...
Fall Time
... An' raïn-vill'd streams do brisker flow, ...
The Music O The Dead
... When creepèn years, wi' with'rèn blights, ...
Woone Rule
... But though his stream do teäke, at mill ...
A Father Out, An Mother Hwome
... Vor she wer bless'd wi' mwore than zwome-- ...
Hay-Meaken. Nunchen Time
... A. There's poor wold Jeäne, wi' wrinkled skin, ...
The Welshnut Tree
... Where there's a dark cunnèn pleäce, do sarch it, ...
My Fore-Elders
... That their live hands had ever hung ), --- ...
