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. — W. H. Davies Copy Share Image
Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night; But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings… — W. H. Davies Copy Share
I like to see a good scientific bout by men who know the use of their hands but would rather walk twenty miles than… — W. H. Davies Copy Share
I don't suppose there is a more daring or more impudent rascal on earth than a good American beggar. It is always his boast… — W. H. Davies Copy Share
However careful a tramp may be to avoid places where there is abundant work, he cannot always succeed. — W. H. Davies Copy Share
I dislike society because conversation exhausts my brain more than silent thought - again, I cannot hold my water long enough for a prolonged… — W. H. Davies Copy Share
Being in this fine mood, I spoke to a little boy, whom I saw playing alone in the road, asking him what he was… — W. H. Davies Copy Share
Cockneys make good beggars. They are held in high esteem by the fraternity in America. Their resource, originality and invention, and a never-faltering tongue… — W. H. Davies Copy Share
It was a proof of Welsh good nature: so long as I had a friend that knew and could introduce me, the whole Welsh… — W. H. Davies Copy Share
It is not altogether shyness that now makes me unsuccessful in company. Sometimes it is a state of mind that is three parts meditation,… — W. H. Davies Copy Share
Summer boarders often left clothes behind, and of what use were they to the landladies, for no rag-and-bone man ever called at their houses.… — W. H. Davies Copy Share
I like to give pennies to children, but unfortunately, a man cannot do these things if he lives in a small village or town… — W. H. Davies Copy Share
It has always been a wonder to me where my conversational power has gone: at the present time, I cannot impress the most ordinary… — W. H. Davies Copy Share
