Arthur Cleveland Coxe

  • The Chimes of England

    The Chimes, the chimes of Motherland,
        Of England green and old,
    That out from fane and ivied tower
        A thousand years have tolled;
    How glorious must their music be
        As breaks the hallowed day,
    And calleth with a seraph’s voice
        ...

  • Iona

    We gazed on Corryvrekin’s whirl,
      We sailed by Jura’s shore,
    Where sang of old the mermaid-girl,
      Whose shell is heard no more;
    We came to Fingal’s pillared cave,
      That minster in the sea,
    And sang—while clapped its hands the wave
      And...