
Charles Kingsley
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
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,
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
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
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
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
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;
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
The Longbeards Saga AD 400
Over the
Drank I with heroes,
Under the Donau bank,
Warm in the snow trench:
The Night Bird A Myth
A floating, a
Across the sleeping sea,
All night I heard a singing
Upon the topmost tree
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
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,