Charles Kingsley

(12 June 1819 – 23 January 1875 / Devon, England)

Charles Kingsley Poems

1. The Song Of The Little Baltung: A.D. 395 4/15/2010
2. The Watchman 4/15/2010
3. The World's Age 4/15/2010
4. Valentine's Day 4/15/2010
5. In An Illuminated Missal 4/15/2010
6. Sonnet 4/15/2010
7. To Miss Mitford: Authoress Of 4/15/2010
8. The Oubit 4/15/2010
9. Trehill Well 4/15/2010
10. The Priest's Heart 4/15/2010
11. The Mango-Tree 4/15/2010
12. The Day Of The Lord 4/15/2010
13. Qu'Est Qu'Il Dit' 4/15/2010
14. Old And New: A Parable 4/15/2010
15. On The Death Of A Certain Journal 4/15/2010
16. Pen-Y-Gwrydd: To Tom Hughes, Esq., 4/15/2010
17. Margaret To Dolcino 4/15/2010
18. Saint Maura: A.D. 304 4/15/2010
19. Hymn 4/15/2010
20. To G.A.G. 4/15/2010
21. Scotch Song 4/15/2010
22. Hypotheses Hypochondriacae 4/15/2010
23. The Outlaw 4/15/2010
24. Sappho 4/15/2010
25. The Young Knight: A Parable 4/15/2010
26. My Hunting Song 4/15/2010
27. The Delectable Day 4/15/2010
28. The Knight's Leap: A Legend Of Altenar 4/15/2010
29. The South Wind: A Fisherman's Blessing 4/15/2010
30. Frank Leigh's Song: A.D. 1586 4/15/2010
31. Martin Lightfoot's Song 4/15/2010
32. Sing Heigh-Ho! 4/15/2010
33. A Thought From The Rhine 4/15/2010
34. The Weird Lady 4/15/2010
35. The Swan-Neck 4/15/2010
36. Palinodia 4/15/2010
37. The Red King 4/15/2010
38. A March 4/15/2010
39. Fishing Song: To J.A. Froude And Tom Hughes 4/15/2010
40. A Lament 4/15/2010
Best Poem of Charles Kingsley

A Farewell

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
One grand, sweet song.

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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?”

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