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 ...
In Salthouse Dock as I did pass one day not long ago,I chanced to meet a sailorman that once I ...
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 ...
The Western Ocean rolls and roarsFrom Sandy Hook to Europe's shores,From Fastnet Light to Portland, Maine,And Newport News and back ...
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 ...
We sighted her one day early; the forenoon watch was begun,There was mist like wool on the water, and a ...
Oh, have you been to Rio Grande, or yet to 'Frisco town,Or west away to Mobile Bay where they roll ...
Stormy's dead, I heard them say, "he's dead and gone to rest";Of all the skippers I have known old Stormy ...
As I went down the Portsmouth Road, a careless, rambling fellow,The stormcock whistled on the bough, a stave both loud ...
Home from the fields the kine came slowly winding, Thro' the soft summer twilight, calm and still,Up the steep ...
Did you see the poor old hooker, by the ocean wharf she lay?Her decks are foul with harbour grime, she ...
I've loops o' string in the place o' buttons, I've mostly holes for a shirt;My boots are bust and my ...
As I looked over the water — as I looked over the foam,I saw an old-time packet-ship come cheerily plunging ...
The "Bride" o' Leith swings out to sea, Breasting the snow-white foam,And the pier is thronged with waving hands, ...
When I was a lad No more than a nipper ...
A man there was, called — what you will; he came of an ancient breed:Sprung from the loins of the ...
If one could be mine for the askingOf all the ships there be,The great and small and swift and tallThat ...
We left the murk of Merseyside, we left the flaring town;All smouldering red by Spanish Head the stormy sun went ...
As I went down by London Bridge(And I not long on land),I met a lad from the North Country,And gripped ...
Five ricks in a rowStand in my father's field, I know,Five ricks beside the hedgeThat marks the long field's topmost ...
To the home of primal Nature, to her woodlands wild and bright, Came a race of alien folk,And the virgin ...
Thro' the roaring dark of the tempest We had struggled the whole night long,With seas that broke on the ...
Wind from the eastward whose breath goes seaward surely Over the cold grey rollers that hold me apart,Would I ...
When days are getting' short an' cold, an' the long nights begin,With waves like mountains rollin' high, an' the norther ...
Often I think of my man that's dead, When I look o'er the salt sea-foam;It was forty years since ...
There's a wind up and a sighing along the waterside,And we're homeward bound at last on to-night's full tide:Round the ...
As I was a-walking on Chilbolton Down,I saw an old farmer there driving to town,A-jogging to market behind his old ...
The frost is on the pane and the rime's on the ground And pitch-dark the morn,And a bitter wind ...
All honour be to merchantmen,And ships of all degree,In warlike dangers manifoldWho sail and keep the sea, —In peril of ...
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