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Lorraine by Charles Kingsley — Nature Poetry Lines

By Charles Kingsley

Topics: nature-poetry

“ARE you ready for your steeplechase, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree? Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree. You’re booked to ride your capping race to-day at Coulterlee, You’re booked to ride Vindictive, for all the world to see, To keep him straight, and keep him first, and win the run for me.” Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree. She clasp’d her newborn baby, poor Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorrèe, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree. “I cannot ride Vindictive, as any man might see, And I will not ride Vindictive, with this baby on my knee; He ’s kill’d a boy, he ’s kill’d a man, and why must he kill me?”

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"“ARE you ready for your steeplechase, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree?..."

"Lorraine" by Charles Kingsley is a nature english poem consisting of 28 lines. This English poem by Charles Kingsley demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "“ARE you ready for your steeplechase, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree? Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum,...", this piece explores themes of nature through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Charles Kingsley's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Charles Kingsley

Charles Kingsley (1819–1875) was an English novelist, historian, and poet whose poem "The Three Fishers" and children's book "The Water-Babies" are Victorian classics. He was also a social reformer and advocate for "Christian Socialism."

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