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Cicely Fox Smith

I lived from 1882-1954. I was from England, and am in the English category.

I was influenced by poet John Masefield.

Cicely Fox Smith's (pronounced "sigh-sli" as in precisely) produced some excellent poetry books and contributed to many more. She is best known as a writer of maritime poetry and as a knowledgeable writer on maritime themes. She has however written poetry on many other themes and has produced some excellent travel books and some standard fiction work.
With her sister Madge she also wrote some fine children's novels.

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  • When the long day's tramp is over, when the journey's done,
    I shall dip down from some hilltop at the going down o' the sun,
    14 lines, 3 comments
  • Along the wharves in sailor town a singing whisper goes
    Of the wind among the anchored ships, the wind that blows
    23 lines, 10 comments
  • Why did I dream last night, I wonder, about the ship Ledore
    I made a passage in from China — was it 'eighty-three or four &mda
    34 lines, 2 comments
  • In a sailormen's restaurant Rotherhithe way,
    Where the din of the docksides is loud all the day,
    62 lines, 2 comments
  • There was ten men hauling on the lee fore brace
    In the rain an' the drivin' hail,
    48 lines, 6 comments
  • I will put by my violent days, and the ill deeds that I have wrought,
    All wayward sins of a wild heart, all empty joys I sought,
    19 lines
  • Good-bye and fare ye well; for we'll sail no more together,
    Broad seas and narrow in fair or foul weather:
    24 lines, 4 comments
  • The gnarled boughs hand darkling down,
        And biers sweep my knees;
    24 lines
  • By Chinese Charley's junk-store, by the Panama Saloon,
    Where 'longshore loafers lean and spit, at morning, night, and noon, —
    63 lines, 2 comments
  • Oh, hump your swag and leave, lads, the ships are in the bay —
    We've got our marching orders now, it's time to come away &mdas
    23 lines, 7 comments
  • "There's a bloke I sometimes want to kick the worst way in the world,"
    Said Bill, while from his short black pipe the dog-watch smok
    0 lines, 2 comments
  • Wet, streaming sand, and the tide going down;
    Boats on the beach, and the sails patched and brown,
    11 lines
  • Are you coming, Johnnie Bowline,
    Have you had your fill of fun?
    47 lines
  • Thro' the roaring dark of the tempest
        We had struggled the whole night long,
    41 lines
  • Little Gorilla, why do you look so sad? . . .
    Are you thinking about the glorious times that you had
    13 lines
  • "I'm goin' to get 'er 'ome
    For Christmas," said the skipper
    65 lines, 1 comment
  • When the old  Cutty Sark  goes to sea again,
    Crowding on her flying kites once more,
    58 lines
  • These are the men that sailed with me
    In the Colonies clipper Mary Ambree.
    29 lines, 1 comment
  • The frost is on the pane and the rime's on the ground
        And pitch-dark the morn,
    29 lines
  • Ham, Shem, and Japhet went a-sailing in the Ark,
    With all the kinds of animals that grunt and squeak and bark,
    14 lines
  • Hark for'ard, hark for'ard, hark for'ard, to hills where October
    Lingers awhile in his vesture resplendent yet sober,
    23 lines
  • Behind a trench in Flanders the sun was dropping low,
    With tramp, and creak and jingle I heard the gun-teams go;
    33 lines, 2 comments
  • I've loops o' string in the place o' buttons, I've mostly holes for a shirt;
    My boots are bust and my hat's a goner, I'm gritty with
    33 lines, 3 comments
  • Oh, a ship in the Tropics, a-foaming along,
    With every stitch drawing, the Trade blowing strong,
    44 lines
  • "Oh, a sailor's life's a dog's life, an' that's the truth," says Bill,
    "A sailor's life's a dog's life, look at it 'ow you will;
    28 lines
  • "Shanghai Brown, Shanghai Brown!"
    The Skipper o' the Harvest Moon is rampin' round the town
    35 lines, 2 comments
  • In a breaker's yard by the Millwall Docks,
    With its piled-up litter of sheaveless blocks,
    47 lines
  • I'm weary of the summer lanes, and of the blackbird's lay;
    I'm weary of the red cock that crows at dawn of day:
    26 lines
  • "Christmas," said Bill, "on Christmas cards, it's winders all aglow,
    An' lots o' stuff to eat an' drink an' a good three feet o' sno
    42 lines, 2 comments
  • John Company's ships, they sailed the seas —
    The Merchant's Hope and the Trade's Increase ,
    39 lines

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