Easter Week by Charles Kingsley — Nature Poetry Lines

"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"

"The ocean heaves around us still With long and measured swell, The autumn gales our canvas fill, Our ship rides smooth and well. The broad Atlantic's"

"I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air— I have a rendez"