William Henry Giles Kingston Blue Poems

  • 1.
    Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
    One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
    When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
    Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine; -
    ...
  • 2.
    The night is come, but not too soon;
    And sinking silently,
    All silently, the little moon
    Drops down behind the sky.
    ...
  • 3.
    When the warm sun, that brings
    Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
    'Tis sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
    The first flower of the plain.
    ...
  • 4.
    With what a glory comes and goes the year!
    The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers
    Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy
    Life's newness, and earth's garnitude spread out
    ...
  • 5.
    There is a quiet spirit in these woods,
    That dwells where'er the gentle south wind blows;
    Where, underneath the whitethorn, in the glade,
    The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air,
    ...
  • 6.
    On sunny slope and beechen swell
    The shadowed light of evening fell:
    And, where the maple's leaf was brown,
    With soft and silent lapse came down
    ...
  • 7.
    I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch
    Was glorious with the sun's returning march,
    And woods were brightened, and soft gales
    Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
    ...
  • 8.
    Pleasant it was, when woods were green,
    And winds were soft and low,
    To lie amid some sylvan scene,
    Where, the long drooping boughs between,
    ...
Total 8 Blue Poems by William Henry Giles Kingston

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