16 ordspråk av William Henry Davies
William Henry Davies
A poor life this if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.
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A rainbow and a cuckoo's song / May never come together again; / May never come / This side the tomb.
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And hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and long - / The simple bird that thinks two notes a song.
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And though I'm sure I see those eyes, I'm not so sure a body's there!
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As long as I love Beauty I am young.
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But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near. . . .
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Good morning, Life -- and all Things glad and beautiful.
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I love thee for a heart that's kind -- not for the knowledge in thy mind.
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I turned my head and saw the wind, Not far from where I stood, Dragging the corn by her golden hair, Into a dark and lonely wood.
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It was the Rainbow gave thee birth, / And left thee all her lovely hues.
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My walls outside must have some flowers, My walls within must have some books; A house that's small; a garden large, And in it leafy nooks.
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Teetotallers lack the sympathy and generosity of men that drink.
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The more help a person has in his garden, the less it belongs to him.
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When I had money, money, O! My many friends proved all untrue; But now I have no money, O! My friends are real though very few.
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When will it come, that golden time, When every heart must sing? The power to choose the work we love Makes every man a king.
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