News In Daly’s Bar (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
In Daly's Bar, when night is come, and the lighted gas-lamps glow,All red and gold the drinks do shine, and ...
In Daly's Bar, when night is come, and the lighted gas-lamps glow,All red and gold the drinks do shine, and ...
Father, I gave my gold and gear, Cattle and goods full tale,To save my soul from utter dark: ...
This is the yarn that M'Larty told by the brazier fire,Where over the mud-filled trenches the star-shells blaze and expire ...
Hushed is the midnight rush and roar, At rest the pulse that all day long Throbbed onward like the endless ...
Ever the story liveth of the fight on the far hillside,Fraught with the ancient sorrow that is brother born of ...
Between the dark and the day,To the King's room where he layWith crucifix and winding-sheet,And chanting brethren two or three,Queen ...
"The sword of the Lord, and of Gideon." Through the years — from the far day of Flodden,From the gardens ...
There's an office back in London, and the dusty sunlight fallsWith its swarms of dancing motes across the floor,On the ...
Oo seen her off? . . . "Me," says the tide,"I 'ad to, for why, there was no one ...
Who were the builders of Great Zimbabwe?No man knows . . .Who were thoseThat quarried, chiseled, hewed,Laid stone on stone,Till ...
I always wished to see the world, I 'ad no chanst before,Nor I don't suppose I should 'ave if there ...
I wandered in a garden-square, By pathways walled with straight-clipt yew,And over-arched by jasmine fair, ...
There's an office back in London, and the dusty sunlight falls With its swarms of dancing motes across the floor, ...
Guido Sebaldi the mason Worked at a house of stone:Guido Sebaldi the mason Sand at his work alone.Till ...
We who are gone from the lands that are dear to us, We who were merry in days that ...
Nigh the mouldering staitheWhere the lads came to bathe,And the tidal river as it passesLicks with salty lipsThe wiry grassesWhere ...
Times, they say, must change, and folks must change with 'em too:That's how it is in the West, now 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 ...
Fife, fife and drum, and the feet along the highway, Crying: "Follow, O my masters, to the field of ...
Where rest the dead for England? . . .In fields of France afar,And shell-torn plains of Flanders,Once loud with England's ...
Blackthorn winter is over and done with(Pale gold sunsets and brimming rivers,And the robin's note where the bare copse shivers);And ...
We in our citied ease, Far from the noise of war,Often we think on you, Sentries by gates ...
She took her tide and she passed the Bar with the first o' the morning light;She dipped her flag to ...
Over the hills of heather Wakens the windy morn,In the island of Inisfalen Where my fathers were bred and born.Round ...
Not his the lifelong loud renown, The head with weight of years grown gray: But his a gallant ...
IHere, a soldier plain, I kneel,Sword on thigh, spur on heel.If I fall or if I stand,Lord, my times are ...
Under the blue sky,And the white clouds sailing high,Where the gallant wind went by,A bird sang on — sang onTill ...
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