Poems by Charles Kingsley
Pen-Y-GWRYDD: To Tom Hughes, Esq.,
... And John Jones, Clerk, he knows the rest, and ties and sells 'em too ...
Palinodia
... Mountains, and winds, and waves, take back your child! ...
The Watchman
... And the merry round moon will be rising soon, ...
On The Death of A Certain Journal
... Failure? While tide-floods rise and boil ...
A Thought From The Rhine
... Were trim with grapes which swelled from hour to hour, ...
Margaret To Dolcino
... Pride from man's slander, and strength from my sorrow ...
The Find
... While there's wind in our horses and daylight to see: ...
Down To The Mothers
... Drop back awhile through the years, to the warm rich youth of the nations, ...
Nobility Of Goodness
... And so make life, death, and that vast forever, ...
The South Wind: A Fisherman's Blessing
... O bless'd South wind that toots his horn ...
The Poetry of A Root Crop
... With folded hands when work is done, ...
21st September 1870
... who may sing While yonder cannon-thunders boom ...
Dartside
... Sweet Earth is faithful, and fruitful, and young, ...
Valentine's Day
... And if some one came and shot me dead, why then I could but die, ...
