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.
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Now shall I walk or shall I ride?
'Ride,' Pleasure said;
'Walk,' Joy replied.
Mots clés walking
I love thee for a heart that’s kind--not for the knowledge in thy mind.
W.H. DaviesMots clés kindness love w-h-davies
This man has talent, that man genius
And here's the strange and cruel difference:
Talent gives pence and his reward is gold,
Genius gives gold and gets no more than pence.
Mots clés talent poetry genius w-h-davies
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.
Mots clés life beauty time w-h-davies
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.
- Leisure
Mots clés life poetry beauty nature time living
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