The Works of Charles Kingsley ...: Yeast; Poems

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J.D. Morris, 1899
 

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Page 353 - 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.
Page 214 - King for ever and ever, and the heathen are perished out of the land. 19 LORD, thou hast heard the desire of the poor ; thou preparest their heart, and thine ear hearkeneth thereto : 20 To help the fatherless and poor unto their right, that the man of the earth be no more exalted against them.
Page 273 - The western wind was wild and dank wi' foam, And all alone went she. The western tide crept up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see: The rolling mist came down and hid the land — And never home came she. "Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair — A tress o...
Page 124 - Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear; forget also thine own people, and thy father's house ; so shall the King greatly desire thy beauty : for He is thy Lord ; and worship thou Him.
Page 336 - I played in the heath one day ; And I cried for her more than a week, dears ; But I never could find where she lay. I found my poor little doll, dears, As I played...
Page 234 - AIRLY BEACON. Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon ; O the pleasant sight to see Shires and towns from Airly Beacon, While my love climbed up to me ! Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon ; O the happy hours we lay Deep in fern on Airly Beacon, Courting through the summer's day ! Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon ; O the weary haunt for me, All alone on Airly Beacon With his baby on my knee ! A BOAT-SONG.
Page 324 - I floated starving, and a negro lass beside, Till, for all I tried to cheer her, the poor young thing she died ; But as I lay a-gasping, a Bristol sail came by, And brought me home to England here, to beg until I die. And now...
Page 248 - I'll show you how : Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho ! Young maids must marry. From sea to stream the salmon roam ; Sing heigh-ho ! From sea to stream the salmon roam ; Each finds a mate, and leads her home ; Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho ! Young maids must marry.
Page 310 - ODE TO THE NORTH-EAST WIND Welcome, wild North-easter ! Shame it is to see Odes to every zephyr ; Ne'er a verse to thee. Welcome, black North-easter ! O'er the German foam ; O'er the Danish moorlands, From thy frozen home. Tired we are of summer, Tired of gaudy glare, Showers soft and steaming, Hot and breathless air.
Page 92 - Was raised by intense pensiveness, . . . two eyes. Two starry eyes, hung in the gloom of thought, And seemed with their serene and azure smiles To beckon him.

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