Saint Maura: A.D. 304 (Charles Kingsley Poems)
Thank God! Those gazers' eyes are gone at last!The guards are crouching underneath the rock;The lights are fading in the ...
Thank God! Those gazers' eyes are gone at last!The guards are crouching underneath the rock;The lights are fading in the ...
A harper came over the Danube so wide,And he came into Alaric's hall,And he sang the song of the little ...
Hence a while, severer Muses;Spare your slaves till drear October.Hence; for Alma Mater choosesNot to be for ever sober:But, like ...
How will it dawn, the coming Christmas Day?A northern Christmas, such as painters love,And kinsfolk, shaking hands but once a ...
Down beside the loathly Pitch Lake,In the stately Morichal,Sat an ancient Spanish Indian,Peering through the columns tall.Watching vainly for the ...
Over the camp-firesDrank I with heroes,Under the Donau bank,Warm in the snow trench:Sagamen heard I there,Men of the Longbeards,Cunning and ...
And should she die, her grave should beUpon the bare top of a sunny hill,Among the moorlands of her own ...
The merry brown hares came leapingOver the crest of the hill,Where the clover and corn lay sleepingUnder the moonlight still.Leaping ...
The King was drinking in Malwood Hall,There came in a monk before them all:He thrust by squire, he thrust by ...
Oh, I wadna be a yeoman, mither, to follow my father's trade,To bow my back in miry banks, at pleugh ...
Come away with me, Tom,Term and talk are done;My poor lads are reaping,Busy every one.Curates mind the parish,Sweepers mind the ...
List a tale a fairy sent usFresh from dear Mundi Juventus.When Love and all the world was young,And birds conversed ...
Oh she tripped over Ocknell plain,And down by Bradley Water;And the fairest maid on the forest sideWas Jane, the keeper's ...
He wiled me through the furzy croft;He wiled me down the sandy lane.He told his boy's love, soft and oft,Until ...
Welcome, wild North-easter.Shame it is to seeOdes to every zephyr;Ne'er a verse to thee.Welcome, black North-easter!O'er the German foam;O'er the ...
Ye mountains, on whose torrent-furrowed slopes,And bare and silent brows uplift to heaven,I envied oft the soul which fills your ...
Evil sped the battle playOn the Pope Calixtus' day;Mighty war-smiths, thanes and lords,In Senlac slept the sleep of swords.Harold Earl, ...
She lay among the myrtles on the cliff;Above her glared the noon; beneath, the sea.Upon the white horizon Atho's peakWeltered ...
The swevens came up round Harold the Earl,Like motes in the sunnes beam;And over him stood the Weird Lady,In her ...
Come hearken, hearken, gentles all,Come hearken unto me,And I'll sing you a song of a Wood-LyonCame swimming out over the ...
There stood a low and ivied roof,As gazing rustics tell,In times of chivalry and song'Yclept the holy well.Above the ivies' ...
1'Are you ready for your steeple-chase, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree?Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Barum, Baree,You're booked to ride your capping ...
(Written for music to be sung at a parish industrial exhibition)See the land, her Easter keeping,Rises as her Maker rose.Seeds, ...
There is no inn in Snowdon which is not awful dear,Excepting Pen-y-gwrydd (you can't pronounce it, dear),Which standeth in the ...
It was Sir John, the fair young Priest,He strode up off the strand;But seven fisher maidens he left behindAll dancing ...
'So the foemen have fired the gate, men of mine;And the water is spent and gone?Then bring me a cup ...
A gay young knight in Burley stood,Beside him pawed his steed so good,His hands he wrung as he were woodWith ...
Wearily stretches the sand to the surge, and the surge to the cloudland;Wearily onward I ride, watching the water alone.Not ...
The Day of the Lord is at hand, at hand:Its storms roll up the sky:The nations sleep starving on heaps ...
It was Earl Haldan's daughter,She looked across the sea;She looked across the water;And long and loud laughed she:'The locks of ...
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