The Quest Of The Queen (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
All on a windy morn in lusty March,Rode Godwin hawking thro' his father's woodsAnd singing as he rode: stalwart was ...
All on a windy morn in lusty March,Rode Godwin hawking thro' his father's woodsAnd singing as he rode: stalwart was ...
IShe was spoken off Saint Vincent, outward bound . . .Some lumber-laden barque from Puget Sound,Heaving her sodden deck-load through ...
In lands that are now forgotten, In the old wild days of yore,The Four Strong Men made compact That they ...
I had tramped along through dockland till the day was all but spent,But for all the ships I there did ...
In Daly's Bar, when night is come, and the lighted gas-lamps glow,All red and gold the drinks do shine, and ...
In the days when every seaport had its figureheads to show —Queens, princesses, sea-nymphs, witches, girls of all sorts, row ...
I had ridden far from the battle, from the red wrack, and the lastLost hope that had clung to hope ...
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 ...
A ship there sailed in the nitrate trade,And she went by the name of the Captive Maid . . .Built ...
In a sailormen's restaurant Rotherhithe way,Where the din of the docksides is loud all the day,And the breezes come bringing ...
Twelve o' the clock! the nightmare hours Crawl through my brain like years;All the hot sleepless night I hear ...
We sighted her one day early; the forenoon watch was begun,There was mist like wool on the water, and a ...
A man there was, called — what you will; he came of an ancient breed:Sprung from the loins of the ...
This is the ship the Man built . . .In time's grey dawn, by the unsailed sea,Hairy and lonely and ...
Of all the names of ford and town,Hamlet and bridge and furzy down.That makes sweet music to the earBy troutful ...
As I went down by London Bridge(And I not long on land),I met a lad from the North Country,And gripped ...
Silent the ruined house, slowly rotting and falling;Empty the great barns, dumb and lifeless and blind;But for the thin voices ...
The Witch-wife dwells by the Northern Sea And it's oh but the wind pipes shrill!Alone on the waveworn shore ...
Oo seen her off? . . . "Me," says the tide,"I 'ad to, for why, there was no one ...
I don't know who Saint Mawes was, but he surely can't have beenA stiff old stone gazebo on a carved ...
Close-locked in fight, — beat by battle's raging passion, A stern wall of steel on a hillside drenched with ...
Never a swallow wets his wingIn Lavender Pond from Spring to Spring;Never a lily, pure and chill,Holds her cup for ...
Wind from the eastward whose breath goes seaward surely Over the cold grey rollers that hold me apart,Would I ...
Cruel is the sea, and the hardest thing of allIs her taking and her leaving, and the way it seems ...
Too good for the knacker, too poor for the lurry!Let him go to the army that buys in a hurry!Too ...
We're a score of men together To drink to the days of yore,To the little joys and sorrows ...
Sweet in the leafy woods the round Of singing birds in June;And sweet on wintry hills the soundOf hounds that ...
When the racing sea-tides flow, And the strong ships seaward go,When the voice of the ocean's crying, And the ...
O shipmates all, as you lay sleeping(Blow, boys, blow!)Across the world the day came creeping(Blow, boys, bully boys, blow!)With a ...
It is the close of day:Over the hill and townThe sun goes down:Clearly from hillside fields with evening grayI hear ...
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