Cicely Fox Smith
Biography of Cicely Fox Smith
Born Feb 1st 1882
Died April 8th 1954
Cicely was born into a middle class family in Northern England during the later half of the reign of Queen Victoria. Her father was a lawyer and her grandfather was a clergyman. A typical female child of that era might have been expected to have a short education and then to settle down to life as a homemaker either for her family or her marriage partner. Thankfully that did not happen in Cicely's case.
Cicely Fox Smith Poems
Lovely is the white town, and smiling it lies With little green gardens underneath the blue skies,
Rosemary for remembrance, - O gentle memories Of hours whose fragrance is like flowers In olden pleasaunces!
The Silent Navy
Oh, it is not in the papers and we cannot always know Where to find the Silent Service whose address is 'G.P.O.' And to-day you can't be certain wh ...
Song For St. George's Day
St. George for merry England! Fair 'fall the cross of red, Beneath whose folds, unyielding
In Animal House (by which title I call A dwelling whose true name is not that at all) There are dogs on the sofas and cats on the chairs;
The Oldest Thing In London
A thousand landmarks perish, A hundred streets grow strange; With all the dreams they cherish They go the ways of change;
The Smell Of The Sea
I'd tramped the whole day long on the weary roads ashore, I was tired as a dog, and my heart was sick and sore,
The Lost Rivers
Far down from the thunder And rush of the street, Flow Westbourne and Tyebourne And Effra and Fleet,
Fraser river's flooding high, Cold and deep and cruel flowing, All lonely stand the hills nearby, And man may drown and no one knowing.
Shipmates (Clipper Ship Mary Ambree)
These are the men that sailed with me In the Colonies clipper Mary Ambree
The Enchanted Forest
The gnarled boughs hand darkling down, And biers sweep my knees; The moon is low, like a gold lamp, Behind the twisted trees.
A Ship In A Bottle
In a sailormen's restaurant Rotherhithe way, Where the din of the docksides is loud all the day, And the breezes come bringing off basin and pond
Racing Clippers (A Wool Fleet Memory)
I've not made much o' my life, Lord knows; I'm a has-been through an' through, An' meanin' 's as far as I've mostly got with the things as I've
Good-bye and fare ye well; for we'll sail no more together, Broad seas and narrow in fair or foul weather:
A Ballad Of Old And New
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;
I met a fellow of an old-style build, with a look both bold and free, -
With varnished hat and buckled shoes, like the men of the Old Navee.
'What news, what news, young fellow,' he said, 'of rigging loft and yard;
What ships are new, and what are built this year at Buckler's Hard?
And is the cry, 'More frigates,' still, as I mind it used to be?
Do England's oaks bu