"Linden Lea" by William Barnes Poem animation

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Heres a virtual movie of the English Dialect poet William Barnes from the county of Dorset reading one of his best known poems "Linden Lea" first published in Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect 1879). The image used in this virtual movie is of William Barnes as a young clergy man. "My Orcha'd in Linden Lea" to give this poem its full title features a content laborer wandering through a secluded orchard. The poem likewise demonstrates Barnes's eclectic technical virtuosity and demonstrates the poet's use of Welsh cynghanedd, a sound pattern of consonants later adopted by Gerard Manley Hopkins. Barnes's celebration of pastoral beauty and his nostalgia for the past are likewise seen in works such as "Zummer Stream," "Hallowed Pleäces," and one of his final poems "The Geäte a-Vallèn To." William Barnes (22 February 1801 -- 7 October 1886) was an English writer, poet, minister, and philologist the study of language in written historical sources; as such it is a combination of literary studies, history and linguistics ] He wrote over 800 poems, some in Dorset dialect and much other work including a comprehensive English grammar quoting from more than 70 different languages. He first contributed the Dorset dialect poems for which he is best known to periodicals, including Macmillan's Magazine; a collection in book form Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect, was published in 1844. A second collection Hwomely Rhymes followed in 1858, and a third collection in 1863; a combined edition appeared in 1879. A "translation", Poems of Rural Life in Common English had already appeared in 1868. Kind Regards Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2013 Linden Lea ...... Wi 'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; An' birds do whissle auver head, An' water's bubblen in its bed, An' ther vor me the apple tree Do lean down low in Linden Lea. When leaves that leately wer a-springen Now do feade 'ithin the copse, An' painted birds do hush ther zingen Up upon the timber's tops; An' brown-leav'd fruit's a-turnen red, In cloudless zunsheen, auver head, Wi' fruit vor me the apple tree Do lean down low in Linden Lea. Let other vo'k meake money vaster In the air o' dark-room'd towns, I don't dread a peevish measter; Though noo man do heed my frowns, I be free to goo abrode, Or teake agean my homeward road To where vor me the apple tree Do lean down low in Linden Lea.