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 ...
I had tramped along through dockland till the day was all but spent,But for all the ships I there did ...
In the days when every seaport had its figureheads to show —Queens, princesses, sea-nymphs, witches, girls of all sorts, row ...
In Salthouse Dock as I did pass one day not long ago,I chanced to meet a sailorman that once I ...
When I leave this Western ocean, to the South'ard I will steerIn a tall Colonial clipper, far an' far enough ...
They called 'em from the breakers' yards, the shores of Dead Men's Bay,From coaling wharves the wide world round, red-rusty ...
They called them from the breakers' yards, the shores of Dead Men's Bay,From coaling wharves the wide world round, red-rusty ...
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 ...
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 ...
Ever the story liveth of the fight on the far hillside,Fraught with the ancient sorrow that is brother born of ...
There's an office back in London, and the dusty sunlight fallsWith its swarms of dancing motes across the floor,On the ...
"The sword of the Lord, and of Gideon." Through the years — from the far day of Flodden,From the gardens ...
Did you see the poor old hooker, by the ocean wharf she lay?Her decks are foul with harbour grime, she ...
The "Bride" o' Leith swings out to sea, Breasting the snow-white foam,And the pier is thronged with waving hands, ...
All in the slime of the stagnant Arm, the mouldering slips beside,Where dark as sin slinks out and in the ...
Flag that has flown o'er a thousand fields victorious,Flag that art first on the land and the seas,When hast thou ...
(Baa, baa, black sheep! — whose fault but your ownThat you're here on the western prairie, herding the sheep alone, ...
Silent the ruined house, slowly rotting and falling;Empty the great barns, dumb and lifeless and blind;But for the thin voices ...
Out of the sword's swift lightning, And the cannon's withering breath,And the legions stern and eager, And the ...
Who were the builders of Great Zimbabwe?No man knows . . .Who were thoseThat quarried, chiseled, hewed,Laid stone on stone,Till ...
Oh, sweet is life in living, And earth is fair and sweet,When limbs are strong and supple, And ...
We're a score of men together To drink to the days of yore,To the little joys and sorrows ...
The frost is on the pane and the rime's on the ground And pitch-dark the morn,And a bitter wind ...
Great captains of the bygone days, — Whose spirits 'mid our spirits lurk, —Who fearless trod the ocean ways, Look ...
The clock with one finger Was made in the daysWhen time used to linger By leisurely ways —When nobody reckoned(Or ...
The last grim fight was over, the last red trench was wonAbout the taken and re-taken hill,And far beyond the ...
O it's "ah fare ye well," for the deep sea's crying,You thought you could forget it, but it's no use ...
Her decks are drowned in sea-wrack, her guns are sunk in sand,Where she lies in the still water, hard by ...
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