I cannot see the short, white curls W. H. Davies More Quotes by W. H. Davies More Quotes From W. H. Davies What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare. W. H. Davies stress humor life Now shall I walk or shall I ride? 'Ride,' Pleasure said; 'Walk,' Joy replied. W. H. Davies hiking joy life No matter where the body is, the mind is free to go elsewhere. W. H. Davies body matter mind What is this life if, full of care, W. H. Davies stars eye spiritual As long as I love Beauty I am young. W. H. Davies young love-is long I turned my head and saw the wind, W. H. Davies lonely dark hair 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. Davies money doors men When on a summer's morn I wake, W. H. Davies summer song sweet Yes, I will spend the livelong day W. H. Davies home sheep lying Teetotallers lack the sympathy and generosity of men that drink. W. H. Davies beer food sympathy It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues. W. H. Davies lovely rainbow hue What sweet, what happy days had I,When dreams made Time Eternity! W. H. Davies happy-day dream sweet But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near. W. H. Davies strange cat sleep 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! W. H. Davies strong dog summer I love thee for a heart that’s kind--not for the knowledge in thy mind. W. H. Davies kind mind heart 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. Davies butterfly sleep night And hear the pleasant cockoo, loud and long - The simple bird that thinks two notes a song. W. H. Davies simple song thinking What is this life if, so full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. W. H. Davies There is quite a large clan of Scotties among American beggars. He is a good beggar for the simple reason that he is a good talker. Almost every Scotch beggar I met in the States of America was inclined to be talkative, and yet they all managed to conceal their private affairs. W. H. Davies good simple reason america Being in this fine mood, I spoke to a little boy, whom I saw playing alone in the road, asking him what he was going to be when he grew up. Of course I expected to hear him say a sailor, a soldier, a hunter, or something else that seems heroic to childhood, and I was very much surprised when he answered innocently, 'A man.' W. H. Davies road alone man childhood
