Young and Old – Charles Kingsley

1 When all the world is young, lad, 2 And all the trees are green; 3 And every goose a swan, lad, 4 And every…

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A Farewell – Charles Kingsley

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,…

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The Poetry Of A Root Crop By Charles Kingsley

The Poetry Of A Root Crop Underneath their eider-robe Russet swede and golden globe, Feathered carrot, burrowing deep, Steadfast wait in charmed sleep; Treasure-houses wherein…

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Martin Lightfoot’s Song By Charles Kingsley

Martin Lightfoot’s Song Come hearken, hearken, gentles all, Come hearken unto me, And I’ll sing you a song of a Wood-Lyon Came swimming out over…

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A Christmas Carol By Charles Kingsley

A Christmas Carol It chanced upon the merry merry Christmas eve, I went sighing past the church across the moorland dreary- ‘Oh! never sin and…

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The Invitation To Tom Hughes By Charles Kingsley

The Invitation To Tom Hughes Come away with me, Tom, Term and talk are done; My poor lads are reaping, Busy every one. Curates mind…

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Drifting Away A Fragment By Charles Kingsley

Drifting Away A Fragment (Written for music to be sung at a parish industrial exhibition) See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker…

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The Tide Rock By Charles Kingsley

The Tide Rock 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…

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Sing Heigh-Ho! By Charles Kingsley

Sing Heigh-Ho! There sits a bird on every tree; Sing heigh-ho! There sits a bird on every tree, And courts his love as I do…

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A Thought From The Rhine By Charles Kingsley

A Thought From The Rhine I heard an Eagle crying all alone Above the vineyards through the summer night, Among the skeletons of robber towers:…

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The Song Of The Little Baltung A.D. 395 By Charles Kingsley

The Song Of The Little Baltung A.D. 395 A harper came over the Danube so wide, And he came into Alaric’s hall, And he sang…

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Margaret To Dolcino By Charles Kingsley

Margaret To Dolcino Ask if I love thee? Oh, smiles cannot tell Plainer what tears are now showing too well. Had I not loved thee,…

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21st September 1870 By Charles Kingsley

21st September 1870 Speak low, speak little; who may sing While yonder cannon-thunders boom? Watch, shuddering, what each day may bring: Nor ‘pipe amid the…

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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; So whip up…

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Down To The Mothers By Charles Kingsley

Down To The Mothers Linger no more, my beloved, by abbey and cell and cathedral; Mourn not for holy ones mourning of old them who…

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The Weird Lady By Charles Kingsley

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

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Pen-Y-Gwrydd To Tom Hughes, Esq By Charles Kingsley

Pen-Y-Gwrydd To Tom Hughes, Esq., There is no inn in Snowdon which is not awful dear, Excepting Pen-y-gwrydd (you can’t pronounce it, dear), Which standeth…

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A Parable From Liebig By Charles Kingsley

A Parable From Liebig The church bells were ringing, the devil sat singing On the stump of a rotting old tree; ‘Oh faith it grows…

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The Outlaw By Charles Kingsley

The Outlaw Oh, I wadna be a yeoman, mither, to follow my father’s trade, To bow my back in miry banks, at pleugh and hoe…

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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 capping race to-day…

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Young And Old By Charles Kingsley

Young And Old 1 When all the world is young, lad, 2 And all the trees are green; 3 And every goose a swan, lad,…

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Trehill Well By Charles Kingsley

Trehill Well There stood a low and ivied roof, As gazing rustics tell, In times of chivalry and song ‘Yclept the holy well. Above the…

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The Delectable Day By Charles Kingsley

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

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Dolcino To Margaret By Charles Kingsley

Dolcino To Margaret The world goes up and the world goes down, And the sunshine follows the rain; And yesterday’s sneer and yesterday’s frown Can…

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The Three Fishers By Charles Kingsley

The Three Fishers 1 Three fishers went sailing away to the west, 2 Away to the west as the sun went down; 3 Each thought…

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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 your wastes Of…

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A New Forest Ballad By Charles Kingsley

A New Forest Ballad Oh she tripped over Ocknell plain, And down by Bradley Water; And the fairest maid on the forest side Was Jane,…

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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 bad me bide…

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Ode On The Istallation Of The Duke Of Devonshire By Charles Kingsley

Ode On The Istallation Of The Duke Of Devonshire Hence a while, severer Muses; Spare your slaves till drear October. Hence; for Alma Mater chooses…

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Valentine’s Day By Charles Kingsley

Valentine’s Day Oh! I wish I were a tiny browny bird from out the south, Settled among the alder-holts, and twittering by the stream; I…

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The Dead Church By Charles Kingsley

The Dead Church Wild wild wind, wilt thou never cease thy sighing? Dark dark night, wilt thou never wear away? Cold cold church, in thy…

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Dartside, 1849 By Charles Kingsley

Dartside, 1849 I cannot tell what you say green leaves, I cannot tell what you say : But I know that there is a spirit…

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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 of swords. Harold…

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On The Death Of Leopold King Of The Belgians By Charles Kingsley

On The Death Of Leopold King Of The Belgians A King is dead! Another master mind Is summoned from the world-wide council hall. Ah, for…

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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 and frozen feet;…

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The Old, Old Song By Charles Kingsley

The Old, Old Song When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every…

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Juventus Mundi By Charles Kingsley

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

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To G.A.G. By Charles Kingsley

To G.A.G. A hasty jest I once let fall- As jests are wont to be, untrue- As if the sum of joy to you Were…

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The Day Of The Lord By Charles Kingsley

The Day Of The Lord The Day of the Lord is at hand, at hand: Its storms roll up the sky: The nations sleep starving…

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Easter Week By Charles Kingsley

Easter Week See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows….

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The Summer Sea By Charles Kingsley

The Summer Sea Soft soft wind, from out the sweet south sliding, Waft thy silver cloud webs athwart the summer sea; Thin thin threads of…

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On The Death Of A Certain Journal By Charles Kingsley

On The Death Of A Certain Journal So die, thou child of stormy dawn, Thou winter flower, forlorn of nurse; Chilled early by the bigot’s…

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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, came you from…

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The Mango-Tree By Charles Kingsley

The Mango-Tree He wiled me through the furzy croft; He wiled me down the sandy lane. He told his boy’s love, soft and oft, Until…

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Hypotheses Hypochondriacae By Charles Kingsley

Hypotheses Hypochondriacae And should she die, her grave should be Upon the bare top of a sunny hill, Among the moorlands of her own fair…

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To Miss Mitford Authoress Of By Charles Kingsley

To Miss Mitford Authoress Of The single eye, the daughter of the light; Well pleased to recognise in lowliest shade Some glimmer of its parent…

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The Bad Squire By Charles Kingsley

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

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Child Ballad By Charles Kingsley

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

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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 March month, is…

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Old And New A Parable By Charles Kingsley

Old And New A Parable See how the autumn leaves float by decaying, Down the wild swirls of the rain-swollen stream. So fleet the works…

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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 up to me!…

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The Longbeard’s Saga A.D. 400 By Charles Kingsley

The Longbeard’s Saga A.D. 400 Over the camp-fires Drank I with heroes, Under the Donau bank, Warm in the snow trench: Sagamen heard I there,…

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In An Illuminated Missal By Charles Kingsley

In An Illuminated Missal I would have loved: there are no mates in heaven; I would be great: there is no pride in heaven; I…

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The Young Knight A Parable By Charles Kingsley

The Young Knight A Parable A gay young knight in Burley stood, Beside him pawed his steed so good, His hands he wrung as he…

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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 that perfect breast,…

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Ballad Of Earl Haldan’s Daughter By Charles Kingsley

Ballad Of Earl Haldan’s Daughter It was Earl Haldan’s daughter, She looked across the sea; She looked across the water; And long and loud laughed…

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The South Wind A Fisherman’s Blessing By Charles Kingsley

The South Wind A Fisherman’s Blessing O blessed drums of Aldershot! O blessed South-west train! O blessed, blessed Speaker’s clock, All prophesying rain! O blessed…

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Oh! That We Two Were Maying By Charles Kingsley

Oh! That We Two Were Maying 1 Oh! that we two were Maying 2 Down the stream of the soft spring breeze; 3 Like children…

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A Lament By Charles Kingsley

A Lament The merry merry lark was up and singing, And the hare was out and feeding on the lea; And the merry merry bells…

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The Last Buccaneer By Charles Kingsley

The Last Buccaneer OH, England is a pleasant place for them that ’s rich and high; But England is a cruel place for such poor…

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