Charles Kingsley Poems
- A Farewell I My fairest child, I have no song to give you;...
- The Sands Of Dee 1 "O Mary, go and call the cattle ...
- Young And Old 1 When all the world is young, lad, 2 ...
- My Little Doll I once had a sweet little doll, dears, The ...
- The Three Fishers 1 Three fishers went sailing away to ...
- A Christmas Carol It chanced upon the merry merry Christmas ...
- A Farewell: To C.E.G My fairest child, I have no song to give...
Charles Kingsley was an English priest of the Church of England, university professor, historian and novelist, particularly associated with the West Country and northeast Hampshire.
Life and character
Kingsley was born in Holne, Devon, the second son of the Reverend Charles Kingsley and his wife Mary. His brother, Henry Kingsley, also became a novelist. He spent his childhood in Clovelly, Devon and Barnack, Northamptonshire and was educated at Helston Grammar School before studying at King's College London, and the University of Cambridge. Charles entered Magdalene College, Cambridge in 1838, and graduated in 1842. He chose to pursue a ministry in the church. From 1844,... more »
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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.
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.