It was a chilly winter's night; And frost was glitt'ring on theground, And evening stars were twinkling bright; — William Barnes Copy Share Image
It was a chilly winter's night; And frost was glitt'ring on theground, And evening stars were twinkling bright; — William Barnes Copy Share Image
Now voe me I can zing on my business abrode: Though the storm do beat down on my poll, There's a wife brighten'd vire… — William Barnes Copy Share Image
The beautiful in nature is the unmarred result of God's first creative or forming will,and ..the beautiful in art is the result of an… — William Barnes Copy Share Image
We souls on foot, with foot-folk meet: For we that cannot hope to ride For ease or pride, have fellowship. — William Barnes Copy Share Image
