W. H. Davies quotes
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“What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.”
-- W. H. DaviesSource : Songs of Joy (1911) "Leisure"
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“When on a summer's morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like spirit flies. To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush, Or any bird in song; And common leaves that hum all day Without a throat or tongue. And when Time strikes the hour for sleep, Back in my room alone, My heart has many a sweet bird's song - And one that's all my own.”
-- W. H. DaviesSource : William Henry Davies, “When On A Summer's Morn”
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“Now shall I walk or shall I ride? 'Ride,' Pleasure said; 'Walk,' Joy replied.”
-- W. H. DaviesSource : William Henry Davies, “The Best Friend”
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“What sweet, what happy days had I,When dreams made Time Eternity!”
-- W. H. DaviesSource : W. H. Davies (2015). “The True Traveller: A Reader”, p.234, Carcanet Press Ltd
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“When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as a friend Came knocking all day at my door.”
-- W. H. DaviesSource : William Henry Davies, “Money”
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“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 in Nature's light.”
-- W. H. DaviesSource : William Henry Davies, “Joy And Pleasure”
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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.”
-- W. H. DaviesSource : William Henry Davies, “The VILLain”
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“Peace to these little broken leaves, That strew our common ground; That chase their tails, like silly dogs, As they go round and round. For though in winter boughs are bare, Let us not once forget Their summer glory, when these leaves Caught the great Sun in their strong net; And made him, in the lower air, Tremble - no bigger than a star!”
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“Teetotallers lack the sympathy and generosity of men that drink.”
-- W. H. DaviesSource : Shorter Lyrics of the 20th Century, Introduction
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“What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.”
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“But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near.”
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“I cannot see the short, white curls Upon the forehead of an Ox, But what I see them dripping with That poor thing's blood, and hear the ax; When I see calves and lambs, I see Them led to death; I see no bird Or rabbit cross the open field But what a sudden shot is heard; A shout that tells me men aim true, For death or wound, doth chill me through.”
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“As long as I love Beauty I am young.”
-- W. H. DaviesSource : William Henry Davies, “Seeking Beauty”
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“No matter where the body is, the mind is free to go elsewhere.”
-- W. H. DaviesSource : William Henry Davies, “The Mind's Liberty”
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“And hear the pleasant cockoo, loud and long - The simple bird that thinks two notes a song.”
-- W. H. DaviesSource : William Henry Davies, “April's Charms”
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“Yes, I will spend the livelong day With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and share My bread with birds whose homes are there; While cows lie down to eat, and sheep Stand to their necks in grass so deep; While birds do sing with all their might, As though they felt the earth in flight.”
-- W. H. DaviesSource : William Henry Davies, “In May”
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“I love thee for a heart that’s kind--not for the knowledge in thy mind.”
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“It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.”
-- W. H. DaviesSource : 'Kingfisher' (1910)
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