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 ...
I had tramped along through dockland till the day was all but spent,But for all the ships I there did ...
Fiddler John he used to dwellA long while since, so I've heard tell,In an old thatched house with a leaning ...
I'm weary of the summer lanes, and of the blackbird's lay;I'm weary of the red cock that crows at dawn ...
When days are getting' short an' cold, an' the long nights begin,With waves like mountains rollin' high, an' the norther ...
Along the wharves in sailor town a singing whisper goesOf the wind among the anchored ships, the wind that blowsOff ...
In the high halls of morning, Where the red dawnlights glow,On the threshold of sunrise Four buglers stand arow,In the ...
Winged seraph of the summer heaven, Whose wondrous rapture, wild and long,A hundred bards in vain have striven ...
In the palace garden-closeMany a flower buds and blows, —Many a lily, ne'er a rose;And, when on the purple fellsHum ...
Far in the West lies sleeping Brandan's Isle in the sea;The wind and the waves together Moan round ...
All morning rang the gardens where grew the roses sweetWith sound of drum and bugle, and tramp of marching feet;And ...
Against the oaken pew he leant, A child of summers three or four,And smiled to see each stained-glass saint Cast ...
Rosemary for remembrance, — O gentle memoriesOf hours whose fragrance is like flowers In olden pleasaunces!When all the ...
England's woods are green to-day;Every day and all day longIn among the trees do strayThe birds' song and the winds' ...
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