Charles Kingsley Poems

How sleeps yon rock, whose half-day's bath is done.
With broad blight side beneath the broad bright sun,
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The world goes up and the world goes down,
And the sunshine follows the rain;
And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown
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Early in spring time, on raw and windy mornings,
Beneath the freezing house-eaves I heard the starlings sing-
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Over the camp-fires
Drank I with heroes,
Under the Donau bank,
Warm in the snow trench:
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The merry merry lark was up and singing,
And the hare was out and feeding on the lea;
And the merry merry bells below were ringing,
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The merry brown hares came leaping
Over the crest of the hill,
Where the clover and corn lay sleeping
Under the moonlight still.
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Hence a while, severer Muses;
Spare your slaves till drear October.
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Dreary East winds howling o'er us;
Clay-lands knee-deep spread before us;
Mire and ice and snow and sleet;
Aching backs and frozen feet;
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Oh, Mr. Froude, how wise and good,
To point us out this way to glory-
They're no great shakes, those Snowdon Lakes,
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The King was drinking in Malwood Hall,
There came in a monk before them all:
He thrust by squire, he thrust by knight,
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