Charles Kingsley

Young and Old – Charles Kingsley

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 lass a queen; 5 Then hey for boot and horse, lad, 6 And round the world away! 7 Young blood must have its course, lad, 8 And every dog his day. 9 When all the world is old, lad, 10 And all t... »

A Farewell – Charles Kingsley

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, one lesson I can leave you For every day. II Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever... »

The Poetry Of A Root Crop By Charles Kingsley

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 lie, Locked by angels’ alchemy, Milk and hair, and blood, and bone, Children of the barren stone; Children of the flam... »

Martin Lightfoot’s Song By Charles Kingsley

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 the sea. He ranged west, he ranged east, And far and wide ranged he; He took his bite out of every beast Lives under the greenwood tree. Then b... »

A Christmas Carol By Charles Kingsley

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 want and woe this earth will leave, And the bells but mock the wailing round, they sing so cheery. How long, O Lord! how long before Thou come again? S... »

The Invitation To Tom Hughes By Charles Kingsley

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 the parish, Sweepers mind the court; We’ll away to Snowdon For our ten days’ sport; Fish the August evening Till the eve is past, Whoop like boys, at pounde... »

Drifting Away A Fragment By Charles Kingsley

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 rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows. Earth with heaven above rejoices; Fields and gardens hail the spring; Shaughs and... »

The Tide Rock By Charles Kingsley

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 cushioned mosses sleeping. Yet, nearer drawn, beneath her purple tresses From drooping brows we find her slowly weeping. So many a wife for cruel man&... »

Sing Heigh-Ho! By Charles Kingsley

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 thee; Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho! Young maids must marry. There grows a flower on every bough; Sing heigh-ho! There grows a flower on every bough, Its petals kiss-I’ll s... »

A Thought From The Rhine By Charles Kingsley

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: Because the ancient eyrie of his race Was trenched and walled by busy-handed men; And all his forest-chace and woodland wild, Wherefrom he fed his young with... »

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

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 the song of the little Baltung To him and his heroes all. How the old old Balt and the young young Balt Rode out of Caucaland, With the royal elephant’s trunk on hel... »

Margaret To Dolcino By Charles Kingsley

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, my sky had been clear: Had I not loved thee, I had not been here, Weeping by thee. Ask if I love thee? How else could I borrow Pride from man’s slander, and strengt... »

21st September 1870 By Charles Kingsley

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 crack of doom.’ And yet-the pines sing overhead, The robins by the alder-pool, The bees about the garden-bed, The children dancing h... »

The Find By Charles Kingsley

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 the puppies and scurry away. Dash down through the cover by dingle and dell, There’s a gate at the bottom-I know it full wel... »

Down To The Mothers By Charles Kingsley

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 knew not the Father, Weeping with fast and scourge, when the bridegroom was taken from them. Drop back awhile through the years, to the warm rich youth of the nations, Ch... »

The Weird Lady By Charles Kingsley

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 her charmed castle over the sea, Sang ‘Lie thou still and dream.’ ‘Thy steed is dead in his stall, Earl Harold, Since thou hast been with me; The rust has ... »

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

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 in the meeting of noble valleys three- One is the vale of Gwynant, so well beloved by me, One goes to Capel-Curig, and I can’t mind ... »

A Parable From Liebig By Charles Kingsley

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 cold, and the creeds they grow old, And the world is nigh ready for me.’ The bells went on ringing, a spirit came singing, And smiled as he crumbled the tree;... »

The Outlaw By Charles Kingsley

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 and spade. Stinting wife, and bairns, and kye, to fat some courtier lord,- Let them die o’ rent wha like, mither, and I’ll die by sword. Nor I wadna be a clerk, ... »

Lorraine By Charles Kingsley

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 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 ... »

Young And Old By Charles Kingsley

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, 4 And every lass a queen; 5 Then hey for boot and horse, lad, 6 And round the world away! 7 Young blood must have its course, lad, 8 And every dog his day. 9 When all the world is old, lad... »

Trehill Well By Charles Kingsley

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 ivies’ branchlets gray In glistening clusters shone; While round the base the grass-blades bright And spiry foxglove sprung. The brambles clung in gracefu... »

The Delectable Day By Charles Kingsley

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 brother won honour of yore. The walk to ‘the Meet’ with fair children, And women as gentle as gay,- Ah! how do we male hogs in armour Deserve such comp... »

Dolcino To Margaret By Charles Kingsley

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 never come over again, Sweet wife: No, never come over again. For woman is warm though man be cold, And the night will hallow the day; Till th... »

The Three Fishers By Charles Kingsley

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 on the woman who loved him the best, 4 And the children stood watching them out of the town; 5 For men must work, and women must weep, 6 And there’s little to earn, and many... »

Palinodia By Charles Kingsley

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 pure and stern sublime, and still expanse Unbroken by the petty incidents Of noisy life: Oh hear me once again! Winds, upon whose racked eddies, far ... »

A New Forest Ballad By Charles Kingsley

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, the keeper’s daughter. She went and went through the broad gray lawns As down the red sun sank, And chill as the scent of a new-made grave The mist smelt cold and... »

The Oubit By Charles Kingsley

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 at hame until I won my wings; I show her soon my soul’s aboon the warks o’ creeping things.’ This feckless hairy oubit cam’ hirpling by the lin... »

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

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 Not to be for ever sober: But, like stately matron gray, Calling child and grandchild round her, Will for them at least be gay; Share for once their holi... »

Valentine’s Day By Charles Kingsley

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 would put my tiny tail down, and put up my tiny mouth, And sing my tiny life away in one melodious dream. I would sing about the blossoms, and the sunshine an... »

The Dead Church By Charles Kingsley

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 death sleep lying, The Lent is past, thy Passion here, but not thine Easter-day. Peace, faint heart, though the night be dark and sighing; Rest, fair corpse, where ... »

Dartside, 1849 By Charles Kingsley

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 in you, And a word in you this day. I cannot tell what you say, rosy rocks, I cannot tell what you say : But I know that there is a spirit in you, And a word in you this day. I cann... »

The Swan-Neck By Charles Kingsley

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 Earl, shot over shield, Lay along the autumn weald; Slaughter such was never none Since the Ethelings England won. Thither Lady Githa came, Weepin... »

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

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 some seer, to say what links behind- To read the mystic writing on the wall! Be still, fond man: nor ask thy fate to know. Face bravely what each God-sent moment bri... »

A March By Charles Kingsley

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; Knees which reel as marches quicken, Ranks which thin as corpses thicken; While with carrion birds we eat, Calling puddle-water sweet, As we pledge t... »

The Old, Old Song By Charles Kingsley

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 lass a queen— Then hey for boot and horse lad, And round the world away; Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day. When all the world is old, lad, And all the t... »

Juventus Mundi By Charles Kingsley

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 as well as sung; And men still faced this fair creation With humour, heart, imagination. Who come hither from Morocco Every spring on the sirocco? In russet she, and ... »

To G.A.G. By Charles Kingsley

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 hunt and picnic, rout and ball. Your eyes met mine: I did not blame; You saw it: but I touched too near Some noble nerve; a silent tear Spoke soft reproach, and lofty shame. I do not wish those ... »

The Day Of The Lord By Charles Kingsley

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 on heaps of gold; All dreamers toss and sigh; The night is darkest before the morn; When the pain is sorest the child is born, And the Day of the Lord at hand. Gather you, gather you, ... »

Easter Week By Charles Kingsley

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. Earth with heaven above rejoices; Fields and gardens hail the spring; Shaughs and woodlands ring with voices, While the wild birds build and sing. You, to whom... »

The Summer Sea By Charles Kingsley

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 mist on dewy fingers twining Weave a veil of dappled gauze to shade my babe and me. Deep deep Love, within thine own abyss abiding, Pour Thyself abroad, O Lord, on... »

On The Death Of A Certain Journal By Charles Kingsley

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 curse, The pedant’s frown, the worldling’s yawn. Fair death, to fall in teeming June, When every seed which drops to earth Takes root, and wins a ... »

A Myth By Charles Kingsley

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 the isles of Greece Or from the banks of Seine; Or off some tree in forests free, Which fringe the western main?” “I came not off the old world Nor yet from off the new— ... »

The Mango-Tree By Charles Kingsley

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 I told him mine again. We married, and we sailed the main; A soldier, and a soldier’s wife. We marched through many a burning plain; We sighed for many a galla... »

Hypotheses Hypochondriacae By Charles Kingsley

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 land, Amid a ring of old and moss-grown stones In gorse and heather all embosomed. There should be no tall stone, no marble tomb Above her gentle corse;-the ponde... »

To Miss Mitford Authoress Of By Charles Kingsley

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 beam, and made By daily draughts of brightness, inly bright. The taste severe, yet graceful, trained aright In classic depth and clearness, and repaid By tha... »

The Bad Squire By Charles Kingsley

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 still. Leaping late and early, Till under their bite and their tread The swedes and the wheat and the barley Lay cankered and trampled and dead. A poacher’s ... »

Child Ballad By Charles Kingsley

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. While He wandered here below Children small to Him did go, At His feet they knelt and prayed, On their heads His hands He laid. Came a Spirit on them then,... »

The Starlings By Charles Kingsley

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 this then a time for building wearily? Sad, sad, to think that the year is but begun.’ Late in the autumn, on still and cloudless evening... »

Old And New A Parable By Charles Kingsley

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 of men, back to their earth again; Ancient and holy things fade like a dream. Nay! see the spring-blossoms steal forth a-maying, Clothing with tender hues orchard an... »

Airly Beacon By Charles Kingsley

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! Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon; Oh, the happy hours we lay Deep in fern on Airly Beacon, Courting through the summer’s day! Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon; Oh, the... »

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

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, Men of the Longbeards, Cunning and ancient, Honey-sweet-voiced. Scaring the wolf cub, Scaring the horn-owl, Shaking the snow-wreaths Down from the pine-b... »

In An Illuminated Missal By Charles Kingsley

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 would have sung, as doth the nightingale The summer’s night beneath the moone pale, But Saintes hymnes alone in heaven prevail. My love, my song, my skill, my high intent... »

The Young Knight A Parable By Charles Kingsley

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 were wood With waiting for his love O! ‘Oh, will she come, or will she stay, Or will she waste the weary day With fools who wish her far away, And hate her for her love O... »

Sonnet By Charles Kingsley

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, Or nightly draw fresh light from those keen stars Through which thy soul awes ours: yet thou art bound- O waste of nature!-to a craven hound; To s... »

Ballad Of Earl Haldan’s Daughter By Charles Kingsley

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 she: ‘The locks of six princesses Must be my marriage fee, So hey bonny boat, and ho bonny boat! Who comes a wooing me?’ It was Ea... »

The South Wind A Fisherman’s Blessing By Charles Kingsley

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 yaffil, laughing loud! O blessed falling glass! O blessed fan of cold gray cloud! O blessed smelling grass! O bless’d ... »

Oh! That We Two Were Maying By Charles Kingsley

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 with violets playing 4 In the shade of the whispering trees. 5 Oh! that we two sat dreaming 6 On the sward of some sheep-trimmed down, 7 Watching the white mist steaming 8 Over rive... »

A Lament By Charles Kingsley

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 below were ringing, When my child’s laugh rang through me. Now the hare is snared and dead beside the snow-yard, And the lark beside the dreary winter sea; And the baby in h... »

The Last Buccaneer By Charles Kingsley

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 folks as I; And such a port for mariners I ne’er shall see again, As the pleasant Isle of Avès, beside the Spanish main. There were forty craft in Avès that were both swift a... »

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