The Old (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
It was the old Vindictive out of Dover put to sea,And she sailed to the Lowlands low,With cruisers and with ...
It was the old Vindictive out of Dover put to sea,And she sailed to the Lowlands low,With cruisers and with ...
(OMNIBUS WICCAMICIS)The green and grey and purple day is barred with clouds of dun,From Ypres city smouldering before the setting ...
The full September moon sheds floods of light,And all the bayou's face is gemmed with starsSave where are dropped fantastic ...
Matchless in breeding and beauty,a fine lady has taken refugein this forsaken valley.She is of good family, she says,but her ...
NIGHT.I LIFT to Heaven my longing eyes, Knowing that yonder tranquil moon Is bright for you in Spanish skies; And ...
'Tis the song of the morning,The words of the sun,As he swings o'er the mountains:"There's work to be done:I must ...
Oh, sailed you by the Goodwins,Oh, came you by the Sound?And saw you there my true love.That was homeward bound?"Oh, ...
In Lyonesse was beauty enough, men say: Long Summer loaded the orchards to excess, And fertile lowlands lengthening far away, ...
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
The rain it rains without a stay In the hills above us, in the hills; And presently the floods break ...
The continent's a tamed ox, with all its mountains, Powerful and servile; here is for plowland, here is for park ...
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings; Now on ...
GIVE me your hand, old Revolutionary; The hill-top is nigh-but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;) Up the path you ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
In Lyonesse was beauty enough, men say: Long Summer loaded the orchards to excess, And fertile lowlands lengthening far away, ...
To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who spoke. 'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be ...
FLANDERS, the name of a place, a country of people, Spells itself with letters, is written in books. "Where is ...
Sir Robert the Bruce at Bannockburn Beat the English in every wheel and turn, And made them fly in great ...
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