Potential Titles: William H. Davies

[somethingdarker]

But this one thought possessed his mind - William H. Davies "A Bird's Anger"

That wild, screaming fire of angry song - William H. Davies "A Bird's Anger"

Makes a coffin of your nest - William H. Davies "A Bird's Anger"

Unburied till an earthquake digs his grave - William H. Davies "The Captive Lion"

Shipped silver for common ballast - William H. Davies "The Child and the Mariner"

What one has let others share - W.H. Davies "Christmas"

With pebbles in his throat - William H. Davies "Days that Have Been"

When feeling pressed like thunder - William H. Davies "Days that Have Been"

As though escaped from Nature's hand - W.H. Davies "Days Too Short"

Trespassed in a golden world - William H. Davies "Early Morn"

Friendless and all alone on this unsweetened stone - W.H. Davies "The Example"

Whose happy heart has power to make a stone a flower - W.H. Davies "The Example"

Sweet chance, that led my steps abroad - W.H. Davies "A Great Time"

How rich and great the times are now - W.H. Davies "A Great Time"

A rainbow and a cuckoo's song may never come together again - W.H. Davies "A Great Time"

That led my steps abroad - William H. Davies "A Great Time"

A rainbow and a cuckoo's song - William H. Davies "A Great Time"

Whose throats would number leaves by notes - W.H. Davies "A Greeting"

My mind has such a hawk - William H. Davies "The Hawk"

The common air absorbs my mind - William H. Davies "The Hawk"

Knows not flowers from stones - William H. Davies "The Hawk"

And share my bread with birds - W.H. Davies "In May"

And sheep stand to their necks in grass so deep - W.H. Davies "In May"

As though they felt the earth in flight - W.H. Davies "In May"

Gazing at the stars that bubbled in clear skies - W.H. Davies "In May"

Searched for her stolen flock of stars - W.H. Davies "In May"

The stars in ambush wait all day - W.H. Davies "Joy Supreme"

Proud gossamer make silent billows in the air - W.H. Davies "Joy Supreme"

With gold beneath his pillow in the night - W.H. Davies "Joy Supreme"

And who'll forget the dreamer's skill - W.H. Davies "The Lonely Dreamer"

And turn these mortals into trees - William H. Davies "The Mind's Liberty"

I was not born to joy - W.H. Davies "My Youth"

Kiss their shadows as they dance - William H. Davies "Oh, Sweet Content"

Beyond that merry sound of moths - William H. Davies "Oh, Sweet Content"

In solid cages of white ice - William H. Davies "Sweet Stay-at-Home"

To hide proud kings from common eyes - William H. Davies "Sweet Stay-at-Home"

Where scent comes forth in every breeze - W.H. Davies "Sweet Stay-at-Home"

While joy gave clouds the light of stars - William H. Davies "The Villain"

Nightingales wasted their passion on my sleep - William H. Davies "Wasted Hours"

Seek the woods, the nightingale, and moon - William H. Davies "Wasted Hours"

The white cascade that's both a bird and star - W.H. Davies "The White Cascade"

That has a ten-mile voice and shines as far - W.H. Davies "The White Cascade"


Poet's Wikipedia page.


Navigation Links:
Go to D author index.
Go to author indices.
Go to word indices.
Go to category indices.