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 ...
Cicely Fox Smith Poems on Place (44 Poems)
Resurrection (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Down at Devine's Hotel — where night and dayThe noises of the harbour find their way,The endless stir of ships ...
The King’s Grief (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
The king was lonely, the king was sad,Sad in his youth, when the world was glad:Sick at heart on his ...
The Three Ships (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
I had tramped along through dockland till the day was all but spent,But for all the ships I there did ...
Pretty Meadow (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
In the field the farm-folk call, One and ...
The Comrade (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Father, I gave my gold and gear, Cattle and goods full tale,To save my soul from utter dark: ...
The Ballad Of The Only Love (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Oh, have you been to Rio Grande, or yet to 'Frisco town,Or west away to Mobile Bay where they roll ...
Coastwise (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
The ships that trade foreign, to London they bearTheir cargoes unnumbered both common and rare,Their bales and their gunny-sacks, tea-chests ...
The Call 2 (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
There's an office back in London, and the dusty sunlight fallsWith its swarms of dancing motes across the floor,On the ...
The Traveller (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
I've loops o' string in the place o' buttons, I've mostly holes for a shirt;My boots are bust and my ...
Peninsular Ballads: Prologue (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
This is the lot of the English; — in many a page it is written, — To weep for ...
British Merchant Service (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Oh, down by Millwall Basin as I went the other day, I met a skipper that I knew, and to ...
A Job O’ Work (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
I ain't no glutton for work, said Bill, "though I done my whack in my day,An' I'd never say 'No' ...
Half-Past Eleven Square (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
There's a town I know in Flanders, an' there ain't much else to say,But it's pretty much like most towns ...
Christmas Night (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
IWe shipped a sea on Christmas night — On Christmas night, on Christmas night! — From ...
Stoke Charity – A Hampshire Placename (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Of all the names of ford and town,Hamlet and bridge and furzy down.That makes sweet music to the earBy troutful ...
The Ballad Of The Hun King’s Dream (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
About the dead dark o' the night,Ere the first cock clapped his wing,The Hun Lord's soul had wandered far —A ...
Rolling Home (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Oh, there's places up and down that are queer and quaint and pretty;Sydney's a pleasant port, Frisco's a giddy city;But ...
Ciudad Rodrigo (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
"Who's for the breach?" they said,At the chill dark close of a wintry day,"For the Light Division who ...
News From The North (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
As I went down by London Bridge(And I not long on land),I met a lad from the North Country,And gripped ...
The Convalescent (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
We've billiards, bowls an' tennis courts, we've teas an' motor-rides;We've concerts nearly every night, an' 'eaps o' things besides;We've all ...
Port O’ Dreams (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
'There's a deal o' ports,' said Murphy, 'an' I guess I've sampled most,Round about the Gulf o' Guinea, and up ...
The Finger Post (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Across the field, beyond the church. You see the sign post stand.And towards the highway lean and lurch. ...
Sea Sorrow (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Didn't you sail with Billy Riley las' v'yage —Bloke I used to knowIn the port watch o' the old 'Eliza ...
The Call (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
There's an office back in London, and the dusty sunlight falls With its swarms of dancing motes across the floor, ...
Home Along (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
When days are getting' short an' cold, an' the long nights begin,With waves like mountains rollin' high, an' the norther ...
The Red Duster (R. N. R. Demobilised) (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Oh, some will save their Navy pay and take their ease ashoreAnd some will sit at an office desk and ...
Sailor’s Pleasure (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
When the time comes, as it will, that I go to sea no longer — Though maybe, please the ...
The Last Trek (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Across the veld the homeless wind goes wailing, O'er leagues of heath and grassland wild and brown,And the broad ...
Market Day (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
As I rode on the limberThrough the old French market-square,There were bricks and fallen timberAnd shell-holes everywhere.The place was blank ...