The Clough Among The Hills (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
I know a clough where nightlyMy spirit goes in dream,Where wind-bent trees grow scantlyBeside a brawling stream,And there, by gorse ...
I know a clough where nightlyMy spirit goes in dream,Where wind-bent trees grow scantlyBeside a brawling stream,And there, by gorse ...
Mother Earth, who bred us stalwart, Bred us lusty, bred us free,She hath spread her nets to take us, ...
About the shaking window,Across the bleak brown hill,Old Graybeard wanders lonelyBeneath the starshine chill.And ever, as he walks there,In a ...
I know it's only dreaming, and it never may be more,But I'm thinking, as I have done many and many ...
Fare you well, you Sydney girls, time for us to go!The Peter's at the fore truck, and five thousand bales ...
I will not lift the door-latch, I will not step inFrom the dark fields and the starlight and the bent ...
The ships he served of old,When blood was young and hot,Long wrecked or scrapped or sold;Their very names forgot;The ships ...
There are lights a-flashing in the harbour from the ships at anchor where they ride,And a dry wind going through ...
Sink her in deep waterWhere her proud sisters lie,Wrecked in storm or sunk in fightIn the times gone by;Far from ...
So I at last attainAll I have longed to gain;The fairy fleeting shade,The bliss so long delayed, —Now stress and ...
Brooding he dreams his age-long dream:He sees not London's pouring streamAround him, with these eyes that seemAs if for aye ...
In a dear land, in a dim land,By well-remembered streams,Bare trees in moorland hollows standWhere a lost sunset gleams;There joy ...
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