Charles Kingsley

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

Charles Kingsley Poems

1. The Watchman 4/15/2010
2. The World's Age 4/15/2010
3. Valentine's Day 4/15/2010
4. In An Illuminated Missal 4/15/2010
5. Sonnet 4/15/2010
6. To Miss Mitford: Authoress Of 4/15/2010
7. The Oubit 4/15/2010
8. The Song Of The Little Baltung: A.D. 395 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. On The Death Of A Certain Journal 4/15/2010
15. Pen-Y-Gwrydd: To Tom Hughes, Esq., 4/15/2010
16. Margaret To Dolcino 4/15/2010
17. Old And New: A Parable 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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Lorraine

“ARE you ready for your steeplechase, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree?
Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree.
You’re booked to ride your capping race to-day at Coulterlee,
You’re booked to ride Vindictive, for all the world to see,
To keep him straight, and keep him first, and win the run for me.”
Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree.

She clasp’d her newborn baby, poor Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorrèe,
Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree.

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