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Cicely Fox Smith's Poetry, by title

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  • As I went down through Portsmouth Town, with my bundle in my hand,
    I met a chap in a pigtail rig, just newly come to land;
    44 lines
  • A man there was, called — what you will; he came of an ancient breed:
    Sprung from the loins of the grey North, his sires were
    33 lines
  • Over the upland fields, where free and strong
        The fresh hill-breezes swept,
    29 lines
  • On a hill-top brown it stands:
    One side, open tablelands
    41 lines
  • With loud talking and laughter,
      And a long, careless stride,
    34 lines, 1 comment
  • Start Point and Beachy Head
    Tell their tale of quick and dead.
    26 lines
  • Why — can anybody say? —
    Has upon my natal day
    24 lines
  • I wandered in a garden-square,
        By pathways walled with straight-clipt yew,
    39 lines
  • Girded by wastes of sounding foam,
      Slumbers unseen the fruitful isle;
    47 lines, 1 comment
  • This is the yarn that M'Larty told by the brazier fire,
    Where over the mud-filled trenches the star-shells blaze and expire —
    47 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
  • The frost is on the pane and the rime's on the ground
        And pitch-dark the morn,
    29 lines
  • Yestreen I walked where wind and tree
    Called all the lost years back to me,
    28 lines
  • "I ain't no glutton for work," said Bill, "though I done my whack in my day,
    An' I'd never say 'No' to a boss's job if such was to c
    30 lines
  • It induces a sensation
    Of irritation
    21 lines
  • O brown are the moors in the grey morning lying
    Where the west wind comes singing o'er wide sea and plain;
    26 lines
  • It is the close of day:
    Over the hill and town
    38 lines
  • When the road it is rough and the sun it is strong,
    And the miles of the country seem long and more long,
    24 lines
  • It was about the midnight hour,
    I heard the wind go by:
    25 lines, 1 comment
  • When the last of my hunts is over and done,
    And I go to my rest with the sinking sun,
    34 lines
  • Beneath the golden eagle's shade
        Gleam restless eyes of steely grey,
    26 lines
  • Now hark, all good hunters, I'll sing you the praise
    Of a brave hound and goodly, that's worth
    23 lines, 3 comments
  • "I come ashore off a Cardiff tramp — the worst as ever I see:
    She was all the things you could name," said Bill, "as a ship's
    21 lines
  • In a dear land, in a dim land,
    By well-remembered streams,
    12 lines
  • She sent her five fighting ships once on a day
    To meet the bold Spaniard in battle array:
    29 lines
  • Women wear trousers
    To trail round the shops;
    23 lines, 1 comment
  • I don't know who Saint Mawes was, but he surely can't have been
    A stiff old stone gazebo on a carved cathedral screen,
    26 lines
  • A ship swinging
    As the tide swings, up and down,
    18 lines
  • 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
  • A gray-roof'd church on a hill, set in the sound of the waves,
        Hearing them all day long on the shingle murmuring,
    29 lines
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