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 ...
We sighted her one day early; the forenoon watch was begun,There was mist like wool on the water, and a ...
He had done with fleets and squadrons, with the restless, roaming seas,He had found the quiet haven he desired,And he ...
Flag that has flown o'er a thousand fields victorious,Flag that art first on the land and the seas,When hast thou ...
Throned like an empress on the south-most height, Keen, clear and brave, her eyes gaze northward farTo where, still ...
Nigh Bethlehem town poor shepherds heardBeside their cotes a wondrous word:"Nowell, Nowell" (the song did pour),"Nowell, Nowell, from ship to ...
Not for the wealth of thy teeming markets, Roaring factory, thronging way,Stern strong city of toil and commerce ...
"Who's for the breach?" they said,At the chill dark close of a wintry day,"For the Light Division who ...
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 sun and the clouds above them Their lights and shadows weave,And nought on earth shall glad them ...
Girded by wastes of sounding foam, Slumbers unseen the fruitful isle;Day in, day out, the cloudless dome Looks down with ...
Out of the dust of cities and the din of men I come to the clean spaces of the ...
I wandered in a garden-square, By pathways walled with straight-clipt yew,And over-arched by jasmine fair, ...
As I was a-walking on Chilbolton Down,I saw an old farmer there driving to town,A-jogging to market behind his old ...
Great captains of the bygone days, — Whose spirits 'mid our spirits lurk, —Who fearless trod the ocean ways, Look ...
Not for their grandsires' homes they fell, — For names passed down from sire to son;Not for the soil ...
We who are gone from the lands that are dear to us, We who were merry in days that ...
It is the close of day:Over the hill and townThe sun goes down:Clearly from hillside fields with evening grayI hear ...
Why do you smile so glad, sons of the English? Why do your eyes gaze forward, happy and glowing?"Only ...
High on the bank the tall trees idly dream, Bough and green leaf against an infinite sky,And fleck with ...
Have you heard the seagull calling, the seagull out at sea? And sorry is its voice, though its wings ...
Along the wharves in sailor town a singing whisper goesOf the wind among the anchored ships, the wind that blowsOff ...
Over the upland fields, where free and strong The fresh hill-breezes swept,I heard a wild bird calling all day ...
Winged seraph of the summer heaven, Whose wondrous rapture, wild and long,A hundred bards in vain have striven ...
Thou, mounted on thy gallant steed, A mighty man dost ride,And I, thy little serving-boy, Run singing at ...
Happy the dead on some resounding field, —Dead with the joy of battle in their hearts, —Dead — with the ...
Where at the central pulse of England's might The Abbey towers stand stately, rears its head One column, ...
Sink her in deep waterWhere her proud sisters lie,Wrecked in storm or sunk in fightIn the times gone by;Far from ...
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