Charles Kingsley

"Over the camp-fires     Drank I with heroes,     Under the Donau bank,     Warm in the snow trench:     Sagamen heard I there,     Men of the"

"I would have loved:    there are no mates in heaven;     I would be great:    there is no pride in heaven;     I would have sung, as doth the ni"

"He wiled me through the furzy croft;          He wiled me down the sandy lane.     He told his boy's love, soft and oft,          Until I told"

"And should she die, her grave should be Upon the bare top of a sunny hill, Among the moorlands of her own fair land, Amid a ring of old and moss-grown"

"There sits a bird on every tree;         Sing heigh-ho!     There sits a bird on every tree,     And courts his love as I do thee;          Si"

"Welcome, wild North-easter.          Shame it is to see     Odes to every zephyr;          Ne'er a verse to thee.     Welcome, black North-eas"

"Three fishers went sailing away to the West,          Away to the West as the sun went down;     Each thought on the woman who loved him the bes"

"The world goes up and the world goes down,          And the sunshine follows the rain;     And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown"

"Down beside the loathly Pitch Lake,          In the stately Morichal, [2]     Sat an ancient Spanish Indian,          Peering through the colum"

"Hark! hark! hark!     The lark sings high in the dark.     The were wolves mutter, the night hawks moan,     The raven croaks from the Raven-st"

"Ye mountains, on whose torrent-furrowed slopes,     And bare and silent brows uplift to heaven,     I envied oft the soul which fills your waste"

"And should she die, her grave should be     Upon the bare top of a sunny hill,     Among the moorlands of her own fair land,     Amid a ring of"

"Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;          Oh the pleasant sight to see     Shires and towns from Airly Beacon,          While my love climbed up to"

"See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows. Earth with heaven abo"

"I My fairest child, I have no song to give you; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and grey: Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every"

"“ARE you ready for your steeplechase, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree? Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree. You’re booked to ride your capping"

"Underneath their eider-robe     Russet swede and golden globe,     Feathered carrot, burrowing deep,     Steadfast wait in charmed sleep;"

"Evil sped the battle play     On the Pope Calixtus' day;     Mighty war-smiths, thanes and lords,     In Senlac slept the sleep of swords."

"Hence a while, severer Muses;     Spare your slaves till drear October.     Hence; for Alma Mater chooses     Not to be for ever sober:     Bu"

"See how the autumn leaves float by decaying,     Down the wild swirls of the rain-swollen stream.     So fleet the works of men, back to their e"

"She lay among the myrtles on the cliff;     Above her glared the noon; beneath, the sea.     Upon the white horizon Atho's peak     Weltered in"

"Come hearken, hearken, gentles all,          Come hearken unto me,     And I'll sing you a song of a Wood-Lyon          Came swimming out over"

"A gay young knight in Burley stood,     Beside him pawed his steed so good,     His hands he wrung as he were wood          With waiting for hi"

"Oh, I wadna be a yeoman, mither, to follow my father's trade,     To bow my back in miry banks, at pleugh and hoe and spade.     Stinting wife,"

"The church bells were ringing, the devil sat singing          On the stump of a rotting old tree;     'Oh faith it grows cold, and the creeds th"

"Oh she tripped over Ocknell plain,          And down by Bradley Water;     And the fairest maid on the forest side          Was Jane, the keepe"

"A floating, a floating     Across the sleeping sea,     All night I heard a singing bird     Upon the topmost tree.     'Oh came you off the"

"Accept this building, gracious Lord, No temple though it be; We raised it for our suffering kin, And so, Good Lord, for Thee. Accept our little gift,"

"The Day of the Lord is at hand, at hand:          Its storms roll up the sky:     The nations sleep starving on heaps of gold;          All dre"

"My parents bow, and lead them forth,          For all the crowd to see -     Ah well! the people might not care          To cheer a dwarf like"

"Espion aile de la jeune amante De l'ombre des palmiers pourquoi ce cri? Laisse en paix le beau garcon plaider et vaincre - Pourquoi, pourquoi demande"

"Come hearken, hearken, gentles all, Come hearken unto me, And I'll sing you a song of a Wood-Lyon Came swimming out over the sea. He ranged west, he r"

"(Written for music to be sung at a parish industrial exhibition)     See the land, her Easter keeping,          Rises as her Maker rose.     S"

"The swevens came up round Harold the Earl,          Like motes in the sunnes beam;     And over him stood the Weird Lady,     In her charmed ca"

"I once had a sweet little doll, dears,          The prettiest doll in the world;     Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears,          And h"

"1     'Are you ready for your steeple-chase, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree?          Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree,     You're"

"They drift away. Ah, God! they drift for ever.     I watch the stream sweep onward to the sea,     Like some old battered buoy upon a roaring ri"

"Oh England is a pleasant place for them that's rich and high,     But England is a cruel place for such poor folks as I;     And such a port for"

"'So the foemen have fired the gate, men of mine;          And the water is spent and gone?     Then bring me a cup of the red Ahr-wine:"

"Forward!    Hark forward's the cry!     One more fence and we're out on the open,     So to us at once, if you want to live near us!     H"

"It chanced upon the merry merry Christmas eve,          I went sighing past the church across the moorland dreary -     'Oh! never sin and want"

"Twin stars, aloft in ether clear,          Around each other roll alway,     Within one common atmosphere          Of their own mutual light an"

"O blessed drums of Aldershot!          O blessed South-west train!     O blessed, blessed Speaker's clock,          All prophesying rain!"

"Weep, weep, weep and weep,          For pauper, dolt, and slave!     Hark! from wasted moor and fen,     Feverous alley, stifling den,     Swe"

"Jesus, He loves one and all,     Jesus, He loves children small,     Their souls are waiting round His feet     On high, before His mercy-seat."

"I cannot tell what you say, green leaves,          I cannot tell what you say:     But I know that there is a spirit in you,          And a wor"

"The merry brown hares came leaping          Over the crest of the hill,     Where the clover and corn lay sleeping          Under the moonlight"

"Soft soft wind, from out the sweet south sliding,     Waft thy silver cloud webs athwart the summer sea;          Thin thin threads of mist"

"A King is dead!    Another master mind          Is summoned from the world-wide council hall.     Ah, for some seer, to say what links behind -"

"The boy on the famous gray pony,          Just bidding good-bye at the door,     Plucking up maiden heart for the fences          Where his bro"

"How will it dawn, the coming Christmas Day?     A northern Christmas, such as painters love,     And kinsfolk, shaking hands but once a year,"

"Ah tyrant Love, Megaera's serpents bearing,          Why thus requite my sighs with venom'd smart?     Ah ruthless dove, the vulture's talons we"

"'O Mary, go and call the cattle home,          And call the cattle home,          And call the cattle home          Across the sands of Dee;'"

"Who will say the world is dying?          Who will say our prime is past?     Sparks from Heaven, within us lying,          Flash, and will fla"

"Ask if I love thee?    Oh, smiles cannot tell     Plainer what tears are now showing too well.     Had I not loved thee, my sky had been clear:"

"The single eye, the daughter of the light;     Well pleased to recognise in lowliest shade     Some glimmer of its parent beam, and made     By"

"The merry merry lark was up and singing,          And the hare was out and feeding on the lea;     And the merry merry bells below were ringing,"

"So die, thou child of stormy dawn,     Thou winter flower, forlorn of nurse;     Chilled early by the bigot's curse,     The pedant's frown, th"

"The King was drinking in Malwood Hall,     There came in a monk before them all:     He thrust by squire, he thrust by knight,     Stood over a"

"Oh, Mr. Froude, how wise and good,         To point us out this way to glory -          They're no great shakes, those Snowdon Lakes,"