Missing (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
IShe was spoken off Saint Vincent, outward bound . . .Some lumber-laden barque from Puget Sound,Heaving her sodden deck-load through ...
IShe was spoken off Saint Vincent, outward bound . . .Some lumber-laden barque from Puget Sound,Heaving her sodden deck-load through ...
Down at Devine's Hotel — where night and dayThe noises of the harbour find their way,The endless stir of ships ...
I've loops o' string in the place o' buttons, I've mostly holes for a shirt;My boots are bust and my ...
Some likes pictures o' women, said Bill, "an' some like 'orses best,"As he fitted a pair of fancy shackles on ...
This is the ship the Man built . . .In time's grey dawn, by the unsailed sea,Hairy and lonely and ...
About the dead dark o' the night,Ere the first cock clapped his wing,The Hun Lord's soul had wandered far —A ...
Oo seen her off? . . . "Me," says the tide,"I 'ad to, for why, there was no one ...
Thro' the roaring dark of the tempest We had struggled the whole night long,With seas that broke on the ...
Many streets have the citiesNear and far,Underneath the tropic sunAnd Northern star . . .Wide streets and narrow streets,Grim streets ...
When the time comes, as it will, that I go to sea no longer — Though maybe, please the ...
When gorse-pods are popping And heather's in bloomAnd nuts begin dropping In coppice and cwm,Then down through the valleysThat echoed ...
Women wear trousersTo trail round the shops;Women in trousersWield brushes and mops.Women wear trousersFor sleeping and sittingAnd pouring out tea ...
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