Charles Kingsley

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

Charles Kingsley Poems

1. Airly Beacon 1/3/2003
2. 21st September 1870 4/15/2010
3. A Lament 4/15/2010
4. A March 4/15/2010
5. A Thought From The Rhine 4/15/2010
6. Alton Locke's Song 4/15/2010
7. Christmas Day 4/15/2010
8. Dolcino To Margaret 4/15/2010
9. Elegiacs 4/15/2010
10. Fishing Song: To J.A. Froude And Tom Hughes 4/15/2010
11. Frank Leigh's Song: A.D. 1586 4/15/2010
12. Hymn 4/15/2010
13. Hypotheses Hypochondriacae 4/15/2010
14. In An Illuminated Missal 4/15/2010
15. Margaret To Dolcino 4/15/2010
16. On The Death Of A Certain Journal 4/15/2010
17. Pen-Y-Gwrydd: To Tom Hughes, Esq., 4/15/2010
18. Qu'Est Qu'Il Dit' 4/15/2010
19. Saint Maura: A.D. 304 4/15/2010
20. Sappho 4/15/2010
21. Scotch Song 4/15/2010
22. The Day Of The Lord 4/15/2010
23. The Oubit 4/15/2010
24. The Priest's Heart 4/15/2010
25. The Song Of The Little Baltung: A.D. 395 4/15/2010
26. The Ugly Princess 4/15/2010
27. The Watchman 4/15/2010
28. Trehill Well 4/15/2010
29. Valentine's Day 4/15/2010
30. To G.A.G. 4/15/2010
31. The World's Age 4/15/2010
32. The South Wind: A Fisherman's Blessing 4/15/2010
33. The Delectable Day 4/15/2010
34. Palinodia 4/15/2010
35. The Knight's Leap: A Legend Of Altenar 4/15/2010
36. Sing Heigh-Ho! 4/15/2010
37. Martin Lightfoot's Song 4/15/2010
38. My Hunting Song 4/15/2010
39. Down To The Mothers 4/15/2010
40. A Hope 4/15/2010

Comments about Charles Kingsley

  • Stephanie (1/10/2018 9:03:00 AM)

    I like the poem the violet.

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  • Ali Baba Ali Baba (7/1/2014 8:23:00 AM)

    poem or poet?

  • Pakpoom Phuto (7/13/2005 4:14:00 AM)

    This poem is good.
    what is main ideas?

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.

Read the full of A Farewell

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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