William Henry Davies

My little Lamb, what is amiss?
If there was milk in mother's kiss,
You would not look as white as this.The wolf of Hunger, it is he
That takes away thy milk from me,…

Я был однажды на причале.
Царил сырой безмолвный мрак.
На фермах петухи молчали,
не слышен был и лай собак,…

Sometimes I hear fine ladies sing,
Sometimes I smoke and drink with men;
Sometimes I play at games of cards--
Judge me to be no strong man then.The strongest moment of my life…

NOW, joy is born of parents poor,
And pleasure of our richer kind;
Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing
As sweet a song as joy confined.Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day…

My back is turned on Spring and all her flowers,
The birds no longer charm from tree to tree;
The cuckoo had his home in this green world
Ten days before his voice was heard by me.Had I an answer from a dear one's lips,…

My mind has thunderstorms,
That brood for heavy hours:
Until they rain me words,
My thoughts are drooping flowers…

God's pity on poor kings,
They know no gentle rest;
The North and South cry out,
Cries come from East and West--…

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 ease.I see your knuckles hard and strong,…

As I walked down the waterside
This silent morning, wet and dark;
Before the cocks in farmyards crowed,
Before the dogs began to bark;…

The sky is clear,
The sun is bright;
The cows are red,
The sheep are white;…

Да разве это жизнь, мой друг,
Коль некогда взглянуть вокруг?Нам некогда в простор лугов
Глядеть задумчивей коров;В лесу приметить в ранний час,
Где белки прячут свой припас;Всмотреться, как в волне речной…

If I were gusty April now,
How I would blow at laughing Rose;
I'd make her ribbons slip their knots,
And all her hair come loose.If I were merry April now,…

Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content,
Thou knowest of no strange continent:
Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep
A gentle motion with the deep;…

Joy, how I sought thee!
Silver I spent and gold,
On the pleasures of this world,
In splendid garments clad;…

My youth was my old age,
Weary and long;
It had too many cares
To think of song;…

He lives his lonely life, and when he dies
A thousand hearts maybe will utter sighs;
Because they liked his songs, and now their bird
Sleeps with his head beneath his wing, unheard.But what kind hand will tend his grave, and bring…

THEY lived apart for three long years,
Bill Barnes and Nell his wife;
He took his joy from other girls,
She led a wicked life.Yet ofttimes she would pass his shop,…

GOOD morning, Life--and all
Things glad and beautiful.
My pockets nothing hold,
But he that owns the gold,…