The Works Of Charles Kingsley (volume 4); Yeast Poems: Yeast; Poems. by Maurice KingsleyThe Works Of Charles Kingsley (volume 4); Yeast Poems: Yeast; Poems. by Maurice Kingsley

The Works Of Charles Kingsley (volume 4); Yeast Poems: Yeast; Poems.

byMaurice Kingsley

Paperback | February 5, 2012

Pricing and Purchase Info


Earn 185 plum® points

Prices and offers may vary in store

Out of stock online

Not available in stores


This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899. Excerpt: ... THE SAINT'S TRAGEDY ACT I Scene I. A.d. 1220 The Doorway of a closed Chapel in the Wartburg Elizabeth sitting on the Steps. Eliz. Baby Jesus, who dost lie Far above that stormy sky, In Thy mother's pure caress, Stoop and save the motherless. Happy birds! whom Jesus leaves Underneath His sheltering eaves; There they go to play and sleep, May not I go in to weep? All without is mean and small, All within is vast and tall; All without is harsh and shrill, All within is hushed and still. Jesus, let me enter in, Wrap me safe from noise and sin. Let me list the angels' songs, See the picture of Thy wrongs; Let me kiss Thy wounded feet, Drink Thine incense, faint and sweet, While the clear bells call Thee down From Thine everlasting throne. At Thy doorstep low I bend, Who have neither kin nor friend; Let me here a shelter find, Shield the shorn lamb from the wind. Jesu, Lord, my heart will break: Save me for Thy great love's sake! Enter ISENTRUDIS. Ism. Aha! I had missed my little bird from the nest, And judged that she was here. What's this? fie, tears? Eliz. Go! you despise me like the rest. Isen. Despise you? What's here? King Andrew's child? St. John's sworn maid? Who dares despise you? Out upon these Saxons! They sang another note when I was younger, When from the rich East came my queenly pearl, Lapt on this fluttering heart, while mighty heroes Rode by her side, and far behind us stretched The barbs and sumpter mules, a royal train, Ladtn with silks and furs, and priceless gems, Wedges of gold, and furniture of silver, Fit for my princess. Eliz. Hush now, I 've heard all, nurse, A thousand times. Isen, Oh, how their hungry mouths Did water at the booty! Such a prize, Since the three Kings came wandering into Coin, They ne'er saw, nor their fathers;--well ...
Title:The Works Of Charles Kingsley (volume 4); Yeast Poems: Yeast; Poems.Format:PaperbackDimensions:178 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.38 inPublished:February 5, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217285759

ISBN - 13:9780217285759