Poems by Charles Kingsley
The Outlaw
... But ye'll send up my twa douce brethren, and ye'll steal me frae the tree, ...
Martin Lightfoot's Song
... ' 'Oh, there hangs in my snout a jewel of gold, ...
In An Illuminated Missal
... I would have loved: there are no mates in heaven ...
The Delectable Day
... While the south-west wind roars in the gloaming, ...
The Song of The Little Baltung: A.D. 395
... He showed him the hoards of the dragons and trolls, ...
Ballad of Earl Haldan's Daughter
... When she was aware of a knight so fair, ...
A Christmas Carol
... Though thou be dumb, yet o'er their work the stars and snows are singing ...
The Dead Church
... Thy tears shall wake her frozen limbs to life and health again ...
The Red King
... And, 'The word of the Lord, thou cruel Red King, ...
The Tide River
... Like a soul that has sinned and is pardoned again, ...
Hypotheses Hypochondriacae
... broad seas, Studded with islands numberless, that stretch ...
Ballad: Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree
... ' 4 'That husbands could be cruel,' said Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree, ...
The Ugly Princess
... They little know what dreams have been ...
Sonnet
... Through which thy soul awes ours: yet thou art bound- ...
Christmas Day
... Welcome then At best, the flying gleam, the flying shower, ...
