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 ...
Cicely Fox Smith Poems on Weather (26 Poems)
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 ...
The Figurehead (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
In the days when every seaport had its figureheads to show —Queens, princesses, sea-nymphs, witches, girls of all sorts, row ...
The Rhyme Of The (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
In Salthouse Dock as I did pass one day not long ago,I chanced to meet a sailorman that once I ...
Nitrates (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
All alone I went a-walking by the London Docks one day,For to see the ships discharging in the basins where ...
Squareheads (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
I never did 'ave no use for Germans (said Bill the bosun to me,As he sat on the after hatchway ...
Ships That Pass (An Episode Of The Cruiser Patrol) (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
We sighted her one day early; the forenoon watch was begun,There was mist like wool on the water, and a ...
Poor Old Ship (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
She wasn't much to brag about, she wasn't much to see,A rusty, crusty hooker as a merchant ship could be;They ...
Odyssey (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
It's all very well these 'ere blessed flim-flammers — These 'ere bloomin' OMERS an' suchlikeWritin' books about the ol' ...
Might Have Been (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
If I was a bloke as could paint,Bill said, "which I ain't,Lord! The pictures I'd doOf ships runnin' freeIn the ...
Sailor’s Picture Model (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Yonder she sails on her paper sea —Masts just a trifle too tall, maybe —Chain-plates and whiskers, all, in short,That ...
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' ...
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. ...
The Silent Navy (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Oh, it is not in the papers and we cannot always knowWhere to find the Silent Service whose address is ...
The Optimist (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Ships — they're all right, said Murphy, "for all you hear folks tell.There some shoves their bows under in a ...
The Blue Peter (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Last night when I left her my true love was weeping For sorrow at parting, but parting must be: ...
Rain (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
I don't 'old with grousin' about weather,Nor never did, that's flat:I jus' takes the good an' bad togetherAn' lets it ...
Hans Dans An’ Me (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Hans Dans an' me was shipmates once, an' shared the wind an' weather,An' many a job o' work in them ...
Shipmates (1914) (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Good-bye and fare ye well; for we'll sail no more together,Broad seas and narrow in fair or foul weather:We'll sail ...
Elegy (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
So the Ol' Man's gone, said Bill — "ol' Cap'n Warren I signed with onst in the clipper ...
The Survivor (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
So they couldn't save the old Frenchie at the finish,Bill said, "an' now she's gone —Gone, an' left the little ...
Steel Rails (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
She sailed out o' Sunderland with a cargo o' rails —She sailed out o' Sunderland all among the March gales;With ...
Little Waxy (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Wake, little Waxy! Hunting-time again,The short days and goodly, the clean Autumn rain:In the old North country, in the grey ...
Memories (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Ships . . . they go, said Murphy, "like a spent pay-roll . . . They're sunk in the deep ...
Winter Morning (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Five teams at plough, All at plough together . . .Red the beeches bough, Crisp and cold the ...
Hay Harvest: 1916 (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
I saw the mowers swingingTheir scythes in the English hay . . . What swathes of dead are lyingIn fields ...