Nitrates (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
All alone I went a-walking by the London Docks one day,For to see the ships discharging in the basins where ...
All alone I went a-walking by the London Docks one day,For to see the ships discharging in the basins where ...
DelilahThe sun has gone down, spreading wide on The sky-line one ray of red fire;Prepare the soft cushions ...
You've watched the ground-hog's shadow and the shiftin' weather signsTill the Northern prairie starred itse'f with flowers;You've seen the snow ...
Is it a will-o'-the-wisp, or is dawn breaking, That our horizon wears so strange a hue? Is it but ...
When I kneel down the dawn is only breaking; Sleep fetters still the brown wings of the lark; The ...
From plains that reel to southward, dim,The road runs by me white and bare;Up the steep hill it seems to ...
Often and often it came back againTo mind, the day I passed the horizon ridgeTo a new country, the path ...
Still on the sand and shingle gleams the sun; Still an unclouded heaven arches o'er; And still the languid ...
Over hill and valley, flame, O king of morning, Before thee in thy glory the hoary vapours scud,Bring forth thy ...
Grotesque! we said, the moment we espied him,For there he stood, supreme in his conceit,With short ears close together and ...
A brown sad-coloured hillside, where the soil,Fresh from the frequent harrow, deep and fine,Lies bare; no break in the remote ...
I too remember distant golden daysWhen even my soul was young; I see the sandWhirl in a blinding pillar towards ...
The boats go out and the boats come inUnder the wintry sky;And the rain and foam are white in the ...
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
1901 ". . . and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge." District Orders-Lines of Communication, South African ...
'O WHICH is the last rose?' A blossom of no name. At midnight the snow came; At daybreak a vast ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
WHAT do we see here in the sand dunes of the white moon alone with our thoughts, Bill, Alone with ...
(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at ...
We have sung the song of the droving days, Of the march of the travelling sheep; By silent stages and ...
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