Poems by Charles Kingsley
To G.A.G.
... While with a child, I thought, I played ...
A Hope
... So we through this world's waning night ...
The Weird Lady
... ' 'Thy steed is dead in his stall, Earl Harold, ...
Alton Locke's Song
... The night is past, behold the sun! ...
Dolcino To Margaret
... Till the heart which at even was weary and old ...
The Mango-Tree
... Our lives were strong, our hearts were high ...
Sing Heigh-Ho!
... The sun's a bridegroom, earth a bride ...
The Swan-Neck
... Bird which leaves its mother's nest, ...
The Summer Sea
... Shield from sorrow, sin, and shame my helpless babe and me ...
Saint Maura: A.D. 304
... 'Tis just.' But then the judge spoke out in haste: 'She is mad, ...
On The Death of Leopold: King of The Belgians
... Above thee rules in love, through weal and woe, ...
The Bad Squire
... While the rain pattered in on the rotting bride-bed, ...
The Invitation: To Tom Hughes
... Once a year, like schoolboys, ...
Elegiacs
... Sweep the dry sand on, thou wild wind, to drift o'er the shell and the sea- ...
The Day of The Lord
... And the meekest of saints may find stern work to do, ...
