The Three Ships (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
I had tramped along through dockland till the day was all but spent,But for all the ships I there did ...
I had tramped along through dockland till the day was all but spent,But for all the ships I there did ...
Eighty men of Devon stood out to sweep the sea, To plough the Spanish Main, my boys, to plough ...
It was the good ship Caroline,That ploughed the Channel foam,All for the sake of England's fame,Of country, king, and home.Staunch ...
Fiddler John he used to dwellA long while since, so I've heard tell,In an old thatched house with a leaning ...
Twelve o' the clock! the nightmare hours Crawl through my brain like years;All the hot sleepless night I hear ...
This is the yarn that M'Larty told by the brazier fire,Where over the mud-filled trenches the star-shells blaze and expire ...
The ships that trade foreign, to London they bearTheir cargoes unnumbered both common and rare,Their bales and their gunny-sacks, tea-chests ...
There's an office back in London, and the dusty sunlight fallsWith its swarms of dancing motes across the floor,On the ...
Home from the fields the kine came slowly winding, Thro' the soft summer twilight, calm and still,Up the steep ...
Flag that has flown o'er a thousand fields victorious,Flag that art first on the land and the seas,When hast thou ...
As I went down by London Bridge(And I not long on land),I met a lad from the North Country,And gripped ...
This is the Song of the Sword, A proud and a ringing song,The song of the tempered blade ...
I've put the old mare's tail in plaits &mdash now ain't she lookin' gay,With ribbons in 'er mane likewise, you'd ...
There's an office back in London, and the dusty sunlight falls With its swarms of dancing motes across the floor, ...
There's a country wild and weary, and a scorching sun looks downOn the thirsty cattle ranges and a queer old ...
We who are gone from the lands that are dear to us, We who were merry in days that ...
The last grim fight was over, the last red trench was wonAbout the taken and re-taken hill,And far beyond the ...
Good-bye and fare ye well; for we'll sail no more together,Broad seas and narrow in fair or foul weather:We'll sail ...
Gather ye, galloping cross-country riders, Saddle your horses and arm for the right;Show now the scoffers and fireside deriders ...
When the road it is rough and the sun it is strong,And the miles of the country seem long and ...
Wake, little Waxy! Hunting-time again,The short days and goodly, the clean Autumn rain:In the old North country, in the grey ...
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