"WHO WILL SAY THE WORLD IS DYING? WHO WILL SAY OUR PRIME IS PAST?-(CHARLES KINGSLEY) 244 66 THE WRATH OF THE SEA IS AGAINST US."-KINGSLEY. REV. CHARLES KINGSLEY. Reb. Charles Kingsley. [CANON KINGSLEY is, emphatically, a many-sided writer. He has gained Charles Kingsley was born at Holmes Vicarage, near Dartmoor, in His principal works are:-"The Saint's Tragedy," a poem (1848); THE PROCESSION OF THE SEA-NYMPHS. INWARD they came in their joy, and around them the Myriad fiery globes, swam panting and heaving; and "THE THUNDERING WALLS OF THE SURGES."-KINGSLEY. SPARKS FROM HEAVEN, WITHIN US LYING, FLASH, AND WILL FLASH, TILL THE LAST."-KINGSLEY. "SO MANY A WIFE, FOR CRUEL MAN'S CARESSES, MUST INLY PINE AND PINE,-(KINGSLEY) OH, GREEN IS THE COLOUR OF FAITH AND TRUTH,-(KINGSLEY) THE PROCESSION OF THE SEA-NYMPHS. 245 Crimson and azure and emerald, were broken in star-showers; lighting Far through the wine-dark depths of the crystal, the gardens of Nereus, Coral and sea-fan and tangle, the blooms and the palms of the ocean. Onward they came in their joy, more white than the foam which they scattered, Laughing and singing and tossing and twining, while eager, Blinded with kisses their eyes, unreproved, and above them in Hovered the terns, and the sea-gulls swept past them on silvery Echoing softly their laughter; around them the wantoning Sighed as they plunged, full of love; and the great sea-horses Curved up their crests in their pride to the delicate arms of the Pawing the spray into gems, till a fiery rain-fall, unharming, Onward they went in their joy, bathed round with the fiery Needing nor sun nor moon, self-lighted, immortal: but Pitiful, floated in silence apart; in their bosoms the sea-boys, Hapless, whom never again on strand or on quay shall their Welcome with garlands and vows to the temple, but wearily pining, AND ROSE THE COLOUR OF LOVE AND YOUTH."-C. KINGSLEY. YET OUTWARD BEAR A GALLANT FRONT TO THIS WORLD'S GAUDY GLARE."-C. KINGSLEY. 246 "A WOMAN'S SOUL, MOST SOFT, YET STRONG.”—KINGSLEY. REV. CHARLES KINGSLEY. Gaze over island and bay for the sails of the sunken; they Sleep in soft bosoms for ever, and dream of the surge and the [From "Andromeda."] "I CANNOT TELL WHAT YOU SAY, GREEN LEAVES, I CANNOT TELL WHAT YOU SAY,-(KINGSLEY) SAPPHO. HE lay among the myrtles on the cliff; The lazy sea-fowl dried their steaming wings; And sighed for sleep, for sleep that would not But left her tossing still; for night and day *The (Italian) grasshopper. HELPFUL CARE, A MOTHER'S PERFECT SWAY. -KINGSLEY. BUT I KNOW THAT THERE IS A SPIRIT IN YOU, AND A WORD IN YOU TO-DAY."-C. KINGSLEY. WISDOM, SELF-SACRIFICE, DARING, AND LOVE, (C. KINGSLEY) THE SANDS OF DEE. Her crisp hot lips against the crisp hot sward: Beside her lay her lyre. She snatched the shell, The words of nobler natures than thine own." [From "Andromeda, and Other Poems," Parker, edit. 1862.] "WHILE A LIP GROWS RIPE FOR KISSING, WHILE A MOAN FROM MAN IS WRUNG,-(KINGSLEY) THE SANDS OF DEE. MARY, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee;" The western wind was wild and dank with foam, 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 eyes could see. The rolling mist came down and hid the land: And never home came she. HASTE TO THE BATTLE-FIELD, STOOP FROM ABOVE."-KINGSLEY. 247 KNOW, BY EVERY WANT AND BLESSING, THAT THE WORLD IS YOUNG."-CHARLES KINGSLEY. 248 TRUE HEARTS WILL LEAP UP AT THE TRUMPET OF GOD, REV. CHARLES KINGSLEY. "Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair A tress of golden hair, A drowned maiden's hair, Above the nets at sea? Was never salmon yet that shone so fair Among the stakes on Dee." They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel hungry foam,+ To her grave beside the sea: But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee. [From "Andromeda, and Other Poems," edit. 1862.] "FALL WARM, FALL FAST, THOU MELLOW RAIN; THOU RAIN OF GOD, MAKE FAT THE LAND M ..A FAREWELL. |Y fairest child, I have no song to give you; Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; [From "Andromeda, and Other Poems," edit. 1862.] * "With what an hungry life the ocean deep ALEXANDER SMITH. These expressions are quoted by Ruskin in his "Modern Painters," vol. iii., part iv., as an instance of what he calls the pathetic fallacy in modern poetry. And yet, to any one who has seen the in-rush of the tide of a great estuary, the foam does, of a truth, seem hungry and cruel-in search of victims. AND THOSE WHO CAN SUFFER, CAN DARE."-C. KINGSLEY. THAT ROOTS, WHICH PARCH IN BURNING SAND, MAY BUD TO FLOWER AGAIN."-C. KINGSLEY. |