Poems by Charles Kingsley
The World's Age
... Sparks from Heaven, within us lying, ...
A Farewell
... For every day. II Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ...
A Myth
... The wind will blow, the dawn will glow, ...
Airly Beacon
... Courting through the summer's day! Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon ...
Dartside, 1849
... Sweet Earth is faithful, and fruitful, and young, ...
Easter Week
... Shaughs and woodlands ring with voices, ...
Lorraine
... nce at last for all the world to see! She masterd young VindictiveO, the gallant lass was she! ...
Ode to the Northeast Wind
... Drives our English hearts of oak ...
Oh! That We Two Were Maying
... 11 With our limbs at rest on the quiet earth's breast, ...
The Last Buccaneer
... Thence we saild against the Spaniard with his hoards of plate and gold, ...
The Sands of Dee
... 23 But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home ...
The Three Fishers
... 10 They looked at the squall, and they looked at the shower, ...
Young and Old
... 13 Creep home, and take your place there, ...
To Miss Mitford: Authoress of "Our Village"
... The taste severe, yet graceful, trained aright ...
My Little Doll
... Yet for old sakes' sake she is still, dears, ...
