Cicely Fox Smith

(1882-1954 / England)

Cicely Fox Smith Poems

1. A Castle In Spain 8/30/2010
2. A Cavalry Soldier 8/30/2010
3. A Channel Rhyme 8/30/2010
4. A Complaint 8/30/2010
5. A Declaration Of War 8/30/2010
6. A Dog's Life 8/30/2010
7. A Farewell (1904) 8/30/2010
8. A Garden In The North 8/30/2010
9. A Job O' Work 8/30/2010
10. A Lament 8/30/2010
11. A Lancashire Sunset 8/30/2010
12. A Lift By The Way 8/30/2010
13. A Message 8/30/2010
14. A Mighty Hunter Before The Lord 8/30/2010
15. A Norseman 8/30/2010
16. A North Country Hound (Old Style) 8/30/2010
17. A Parting 8/30/2010
18. A Place Of Dreams 8/30/2010
19. A Port Forsaken 8/30/2010
20. A Question 8/30/2010
21. A Saint Of Cornwall 8/30/2010
22. A Sea Burthen 8/30/2010
23. A Ballad Of Old And New 8/28/2010
24. A Ballad Of The Time 8/28/2010
25. A Seaside Church 8/30/2010
26. A Song Of The Day 8/30/2010
27. A Song Of The Open 8/30/2010
28. A Stave At Parting 8/30/2010
29. A Wool Fleet Chorus 8/30/2010
30. A Worshipper 8/30/2010
31. A Yarn Of Dan's 8/30/2010
32. Admiral Dugout 8/30/2010
33. Afoot 8/30/2010
34. After Dark 8/30/2010
35. After Preston Fight 8/30/2010
36. After The Storm 8/30/2010
37. Afterglow 8/30/2010
38. Age (Millwall Dock) 8/30/2010
39. Bill 8/30/2010
40. Bill Brewster 8/30/2010
Best Poem of Cicely Fox Smith

Animal House

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;
Wherever you sit you get covered with hairs;
While your progress is marked by the yelps and miaous*
Of beasts you have walked on in Animal House.

There’s an Old English bantam that welcomes the dawn,
There’s a cat that sings love-songs all night on the lawn,
There’s a bachelor turtle-dove making sweet moan
And a puppy lamenting because it’s alone;
The rowdiest tavern where topers carouse
Is a meeting of Quakers to Animal ...

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A Castle In Spain

On a hill-top brown it stands:
One side, open tablelands
Stretch to meet the sky:
On the other, winding dales,
Prospects fair of hills and vales
All unfolded lie.

And within are colonnades;
Cool, dim aisles whose groin'd roof shades

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