Charles Kingsley

Charles Kingsley

Charles Kingsley (12 June 1819 – 23 January 1875) was a broad church priest of the Church of England, a university professor, social reformer, historian, novelist and poet. He is pБольше
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Drifting Away A Fragment

(Written for music to be sung at a parish industrial exhibition)See the land, her Easter keeping,
Rises as her Maker rose
Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping,
Burst at last from winter snows

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#the2 мин. чтения

The Weird Lady

The swevens came up round Harold the Earl,
Like motes in the sunnes beam;
And over him stood the Weird Lady,
In her charmed castle over the sea,

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Easter Week

See the land, her Easter keeping,
Rises as her Maker rose
Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping,
Burst at last from winter snows

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#the6 мин. чтения

The Song of The Little Baltung AD 395

A harper came over the Danube so wide,
And he came into Alaric's hall,
And he sang the song of the little
To him and his heroes all

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#the2 мин. чтения

The Young Knight A Parable

A gay young knight in Burley stood,
Beside him pawed his steed so good,
His hands he wrung as he were
With waiting for his love O

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Scotch Song

Oh, forth she went like a braw, braw
To meet her winsome groom,
When she was aware of twa bonny
Sat biggin' in the broom

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#the2 мин. чтения

The Tide River

Clear and cool, clear and cool,
By laughing shallow and dreaming pool;
Cool and clear, cool and clear,
By shining shingle and foaming weir;

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Trehill Well

There stood a low and ivied roof,
As gazing rustics tell,
In times of chivalry and song'Yclept the holy well
Above the ivies' branchlets

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#the3 мин. чтения

The Longbeards Saga AD 400

Over the
Drank I with heroes,
Under the Donau bank,
Warm in the snow trench:

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#the1 мин. чтения

The Night Bird A Myth

A floating, a
Across the sleeping sea,
All night I heard a singing
Upon the topmost tree

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Hypotheses Hypochondriacae

And should she die, her grave should
Upon the bare top of a sunny hill,
Among the moorlands of her own fair land,
Amid a ring of old and moss-grown

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In An Illuminated Missal

I would have loved: there are no mates in heaven;
I would be great: there is no pride in heaven;
I would have sung, as doth the
The summer's night beneath the moone pale,

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