A Song Of The Day (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Queen of the waves of ocean, Sister to stars and dew,Flung wide to the sun and tempest, A ...
Queen of the waves of ocean, Sister to stars and dew,Flung wide to the sun and tempest, A ...
Here the inscrutable purpose of my God Set me, to be to men a thing of hate,Watching the way where ...
Red shines the sun thro' the purple gloaming Across the sea and athwart the sand,Where the weary billows moan ...
I dreamt of autumn in the window's twilight, And you, a tipsy jesters' throng amidst. ' And like a falcon, ...
Wet, streaming sand, and the tide going down;Boats on the beach, and the sails patched and brown,And the heath-smoke hanging ...
Ah, well! but the case seems hopeless, and the pen might write in vain; The people gabble of old things ...
The strength of twice three thousand horse That seeks the single goal; The line that holds the rending course, The ...
This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding ...
from late december onwards the day comes back but not till february do we see those glimpses that let us ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
When melancholy Autumn comes to Wembley And electric trains are lighted after tea The poplars near the stadium are trembly ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
"Ye shall hear of wars and rumors of wars; see that ye not be troubles; all these things must come ...
Courage mes gars: La guerre est proche. I plant my little plot of beans, I sit beneath my cyprus tree; ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
KEEP a red heart of memories Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky, Under the open sun and ...
IN the night, when the sea-winds take the city in their arms, And cool the loud streets that kept their ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
In your bosom we wake up with fear, In your sky there's only unending tears, You always roar, but within, ...
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