The Find By Charles Kingsley

The Find 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 delay; …

Lorraine By Charles Kingsley

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

Palinodia By Charles Kingsley

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

The Oubit By Charles Kingsley

The Oubit It was an hairy oubit, sae proud he crept alang, A feckless hairy oubit, and merrily he sang- ‘My Minnie …

The Swan-Neck By Charles Kingsley

The Swan-Neck Evil sped the battle play On the Pope Calixtus’ day; Mighty war-smiths, thanes and lords, In Senlac slept the sleep …

A March By Charles Kingsley

A March Dreary East winds howling o’er us; Clay-lands knee-deep spread before us; Mire and ice and snow and sleet; Aching backs …

A Myth By Charles Kingsley

A Myth A FLOATING, a floating Across the sleeping sea, All night I heard a singing bird Upon the topmast tree. “Oh, …

The Starlings By Charles Kingsley

The Starlings Early in spring time, on raw and windy mornings, Beneath the freezing house-eaves I heard the starlings sing- ‘Ah dreary …

Airly Beacon By Charles Kingsley

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

Sonnet By Charles Kingsley

Sonnet Oh, thou hadst been a wife for Shakspeare’s self! No head, save some world-genius, ought to rest Above the treasures of …