Charles Kingsley

"Speak low, speak little; who may sing While yonder cannon-thunders boom? Watch, shuddering, what each day may bring: Nor 'pipe amid the crack of doom."

"It was an hairy oubit, sae proud he crept alang,     A feckless hairy oubit, and merrily he sang -     'My Minnie bad me bide at hame until I w"

"I heard an Eagle crying all alone     Above the vineyards through the summer night,     Among the skeletons of robber towers:     Because the a"

"Oh, forth she went like a braw, braw bride          To meet her winsome groom,     When she was aware of twa bonny birds          Sat biggin' i"

"'Watchman, what of the night?'          'The stars are out in the sky;     And the merry round moon will be rising soon,          For us to go"

"Early in spring time, on raw and windy mornings,     Beneath the freezing house-eaves I heard the starlings sing -     'Ah dreary March month,"

"It was Sir John, the fair young Priest,          He strode up off the strand;     But seven fisher maidens he left behind          All dancing"

"When all the world is young, lad,          And all the trees are green;     And every goose a swan, lad,          And every lass a queen;"

"Linger no more, my beloved, by abbey and cell and cathedral;     Mourn not for holy ones mourning of old them who knew not the Father,     Weepi"

"Down beside the loathly Pitch Lake, In the stately Morichal, [2] Sat an ancient Spanish Indian, Peering through the columns tall. Watching vainly for"

"Thank God!    Those gazers' eyes are gone at last!     The guards are crouching underneath the rock;     The lights are fading in the town below"

"Come away with me, Tom,     Term and talk are done;     My poor lads are reaping,     Busy every one.     Curates mind the parish,     Sweepe"

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

"Yon sound's neither sheep-bell nor bark,          They're running - they're running, Go hark!          The sport may be lost by a moment's"

"Wild wild wind, wilt thou never cease thy sighing?          Dark dark night, wilt thou never wear away?     Cold cold church, in thy death sleep"

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

"It was Earl Haldan's daughter,          She looked across the sea;          She looked across the water;          And long and loud laughe"

"A hasty jest I once let fall -          As jests are wont to be, untrue -          As if the sum of joy to you     Were hunt and picnic, rout"

"List a tale a fairy sent us     Fresh from dear Mundi Juventus.     When Love and all the world was young,     And birds conversed as well as s"

"Oh, thou hadst been a wife for Shakspeare's self!     No head, save some world-genius, ought to rest     Above the treasures of that perfect bre"

"There stood a low and ivied roof,          As gazing rustics tell,     In times of chivalry and song          'Yclept the holy well.     Abov"

"Clear and cool, clear and cool,     By laughing shallow, and dreaming pool;          Cool and clear, cool and clear,     By shining shingl"

"My fairest child, I have no song to give you;          No lark could pipe in skies so dull and gray;     Yet, if you will, one quiet hint I'll l"

"How sleeps yon rock, whose half-day's bath is done.     With broad blight side beneath the broad bright sun,     Like sea-nymph tired, on cushio"

"A harper came over the Danube so wide,          And he came into Alaric's hall,     And he sang the song of the little Baltung          To him"

"Speak low, speak little; who may sing          While yonder cannon-thunders boom?     Watch, shuddering, what each day may bring:          Nor"

"Over the sea, past Crete, on the Syrian shore to the southward,     Dwells in the well-tilled lowland a dark-haired AEthiop people,     Skilful"

"Wearily stretches the sand to the surge, and the surge to the cloudland;     Wearily onward I ride, watching the water alone.     Not as of old,"

"There is no inn in Snowdon which is not awful dear,     Excepting Pen-y-gwrydd (you can't pronounce it, dear),     Which standeth in the meeting"

"Oh!    I wish I were a tiny browny bird from out the south,          Settled among the alder-holts, and twittering by the stream;     I would pu"

"Dreary East winds howling o'er us;          Clay-lands knee-deep spread before us;          Mire and ice and snow and sleet;          Achi"