Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Sick Stockrider By Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Sick Stockrider By Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Sick Stockrider Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you’ve had your work cut out to guide Both horses, and to hold me in the saddle when I swayed, All through the hot, slow, sleepy, silent ride. The dawn at “Moorabinda” was a mist rack dull... »

Finis Exoptatus By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Finis Exoptatus By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Finis Exoptatus Boot and saddle, see, the slanting Rays begin to fall, Flinging lights and colours flaunting Through the shadows tall. Onward ! onward ! must we travel ? When will come the goal ? Riddle I may not unravel, Cease to vex my soul. Harshly break those peals of laughter From the jays alof... »

Quare Fatigasti By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Quare Fatigasti By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Quare Fatigasti Two years ago I was thinking On the changes that years bring forth ; Now I stand where I then stood drinking The gust and the salt sea froth ; And the shuddering wave strikes, linking With the waves subsiding and sinking, And clots the coast herbage, shrinking, With the hue of the wh... »

By Flood And Field 2 By Adam Lindsay Gordon

By Flood And Field 2 By Adam Lindsay Gordon

By Flood And Field 2 They have saddled a hundred milk-white steeds, They have bridled a hundred black.—Old Ballad. ‘He turned in his saddle, now follow who dare, I ride for my country, quoth . . .’—Lawrence. I REMEMBER the lowering wintry morn, And the mist on the Cotswold hills, Where I... »

Wolf And Hound By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Wolf And Hound By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Wolf And Hound You’ll take my tale with a little salt; But it needs none, nevertheless! I was foiled completely – fair at fault – Disheartened, too, I confess! At the splitters’ tent I had seen the track Of horse-hoofs fresh on the sward; And though Darby Lynch and Donovan Ja... »

No Name By Adam Lindsay Gordon

No Name By Adam Lindsay Gordon

No Name “A stone upon her heart and head, But no name written on that stone; Sweet neighbours whisper low instead, This sinner was a loving one.” — Mrs. Browning. ‘Tis a nameless stone that stands at your head — The gusts in the gloomy gorges whirl Brown leaves and red till they cover your bed... »

A Dedication By Adam Lindsay Gordon

A Dedication By Adam Lindsay Gordon

A Dedication They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, And songless bright birds; Where, with fire and fierce drought on her tresses, Insatiable Summer oppresses Sere woodlands and sad wildernesses, And faint flocks and herds... »

The Song Of The Surf By Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Song Of The Surf By Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Song Of The Surf White steeds of ocean, that leap with a hollow and wearisome roar On the bar of ironstone steep, not a fathom’s length from the shore, Is there never a seer nor sophist can interpret your wild refrain, When speech the harshest and roughest is seldom studied in vain ? My ea... »

Fauconshawe By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Fauconshawe By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Fauconshawe [A Ballad] To fetch clear water out of the spring The little maid Margaret ran, From the stream to the castle’s western wing It was but a bowshot span ; On the sedgy brink where the osiers cling Lay a dead man, pallid and wan. The lady Mabel rose from her bed, And walked in the cas... »

Scene 3. A Cliff On The Breton Coast, Overhanging The Sea By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Scene 3. A Cliff On The Breton Coast, Overhanging The Sea By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Scene 3. A Cliff On The Breton Coast, Overhanging The Sea Hugo. Down drops the red sun; through the gloaming They burst-raging waves of the sea, Foaming out their own shame-ever foaming Their leprosy up with fierce glee; Flung back from the stone, snowy fountains Of feathery flakes, scarcely flag Wh... »

Borrow’D Plumes By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Borrow’D Plumes By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Borrow’D Plumes [A Preface and a Piracy] PROLOGUE OF borrow’d plumes I take the sin, My extracts will apply To some few silly songs which in These pages scatter’d lie. The words are Edgar Allan Poe’s, As any man may see, But what a Poe-t wrote in prose, Shall make blank verse for me. »

Verses Inspired By ‘My Old Black Pipe’ By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Verses Inspired By ‘My Old Black Pipe’ By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Verses Inspired By ‘My Old Black Pipe’ Aye ! Many a sport old Homer names. By Achilles held ‘ at his little games ‘, On the banks of the swift Scamander ; And Pindar sings the Olympian deeds Of the ivory car and the milk-white steeds Of Catullus or Lysander. How clouds of dus... »

Lex Talionis By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Lex Talionis By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Lex Talionis To beasts of the field, and fowls of the air, And fish of the sea alike, Man’s hand is ever slow to spare, And ever ready to strike ; With a license to kill, and to work our will, In season by land or by water, To our heart’s content we may take our fill Of the joys we deriv... »

A Basket Of Flowers By Adam Lindsay Gordon

A Basket Of Flowers By Adam Lindsay Gordon

A Basket Of Flowers From Dawn to Dusk DAWN ON skies still and starlit White lustres take hold, And grey flushes scarlet, And red flashes gold. And sun-glories cover The rose, shed above her, Like lover and lover They flame and unfold. . . . . . . . Still bloom in the garden Green grass-plot, fresh l... »

The Swimmer By Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Swimmer By Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Swimmer With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of the surges livid, The seas that climb and the surfs that comb, Only the crag and the cliff to nor’ward, And rocks receding, and reefs flung forward, And waifs wreck’d se... »

Exodus Parthenidae By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Exodus Parthenidae By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Exodus Parthenidae The Lay of the Last Squatter Draw your chair to the fire, old woman, The days are warm, but the nights are cold ; So, they’ve hunted our milkers off the common, And pounded them, calves and all, I’m told. Had I caught ‘Long Henderson’ driving ‘Molly,&... »

Scene 1. A Castle In Normandy By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Scene 1. A Castle In Normandy By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Scene 1. A Castle In Normandy Hugo. Well, boy, what is it? Henry. The feast is spread. Hugo. Why tarry the guests for me? Let Eric sit at the table’s head; Alone I desire to be. [Henry goes out.] What share have I at their festive board? Their mirth I can only mar; To me no pleasure their cups... »

Bellona By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Bellona By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Bellona Thou art moulded in marble impassive, False goddess, fair statue of strife, Yet standest on pedestal massive, A symbol and token of life. Thou art still, not with stillness of languor, And calm, not with calm boding rest; For thine is all wrath and all anger That throbs far and near in the b... »

Whisperings In Wattle-Boughs By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Whisperings In Wattle-Boughs By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Whisperings In Wattle-Boughs Oh, gaily sings the bird, and the wattle-boughs are stirr’d And rustled by the scented breath of spring ; Oh, the dreary, wistful longing ! Oh, the faces that are thronging ! Oh, the voices that are vaguely whispering ! Oh, tell me, father mine, ere the good ship c... »

In Utrumque Paratus By Adam Lindsay Gordon

In Utrumque Paratus By Adam Lindsay Gordon

In Utrumque Paratus ‘Then hey for boot and horse, lad ! And round the world away ! Young blood will have its course, lad ! And every dog his day !’—C. Kingsley. There’s a formula which the west country clowns Once used, ere their blows fell thick, At the fairs on the Devon and Corn... »

The Romance Of Britomarte By Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Romance Of Britomarte By Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Romance Of Britomarte I’LL tell you a story ; but pass the ‘jack’, And let us make merry to-night, my men. Aye, those were the days when my beard was black— I like to remember them now and then— Then Miles was living, and Cuthbert there, On his lip was never a sign of down ; Bu... »

Early Adieux By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Early Adieux By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Early Adieux Adieu to kindred hearts and home, To pleasure, joy, and mirth, A fitter foot than mine to roam Could scarcely tread the earth ; For they are now so few indeed (Not more than three in all), Who e’er will think of me or heed What fate may me befall. For I through pleasure’s pa... »

Rippling Water By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Rippling Water By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Rippling Water The maiden sat by the river side (The rippling water murmurs by), And sadly into the clear blue tide The salt tear fell from her clear blue eye. ‘ ‘Tis fixed for better, for worse,’ she cried, ‘And to-morrow the bridegroom claims the bride. Oh ! wealth and powe... »

Ashtaroth; A Dramatic Lyric By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Ashtaroth; A Dramatic Lyric By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Ashtaroth; A Dramatic Lyric Dramatis Personae HUGO, a Norman Baron and a Scholar. ERIC, a friend of Hugo’s. THURSTON, | EUSTACE, | RALPH, | Followers of Hugo. HENRY, a Page. LUKE, | HUBERT, | Monks living in a Norman Chapel. BASIL, Abbot of a Convent on the Rhine. CYRIL, a Monk of the same Con... »

Wormwood And Nightshade By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Wormwood And Nightshade By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Wormwood And Nightshade The troubles of life are many, The pleasures of life are few ; When we sat in the sunlight, Annie, I dreamt that the skies were blue— When we sat in the sunlight, Annie, I dreamt that the earth was green ; There is little colour, if any, ‘Neath the sunlight now to be se... »

Laudamus By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Laudamus By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Laudamus The Lord shall slay or the Lord shall save ! He is righteous whether He save or slay— Brother ! give thanks for the gifts He gave, Though the gifts He gave He hath taken away. Shall we strive for that which is nothing ? Nay. Shall we hate each other for that which fled ? She is but a marvel... »

Sunlight On The Sea By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Sunlight On The Sea By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Sunlight On The Sea [The Philosophy of a Feast] Make merry, comrades, eat and drink (The sunlight flickers on the sea), The garlands gleam, the glasses clink, The grape juice mantles fair and free, The lamps are trimm’d, although the light Of day still lingers on the sky ; We sit between the d... »

Doubtful Dreams By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Doubtful Dreams By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Doubtful Dreams Aye, snows are rife in December, And sheaves are in August yet, And you would have me remember, And I would rather forget ; In the bloom of the May-day weather, In the blight of October chill, We were dreamers of old together,— As of old, are you dreaming still ? For nothing on earth... »

Podas Okus By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Podas Okus By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Podas Okus Am I waking ? Was I sleeping ? Dearest, are you watching yet ? Traces on your cheeks of weeping Glitter, ’tis in vain you fret ; Drifting ever ! drifting onward ! In the glass the bright sand runs Steadily and slowly downward ; Hushed are all the Myrmidons. Has Automedon been banish... »

Ars Longa By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Ars Longa By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Ars Longa [A Song of Pilgrimage] Our hopes are wild imaginings, Our schemes are airy castles, Yet these, on earth, are lords and kings, And we their slaves and vassals ; Yon dream, forsooth, of buoyant youth, Most ready to deceive is, But age will own the bitter truth, ‘Ars longa, vita brevis.... »

Unshriven By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Unshriven By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Unshriven Oh ! the sun rose on the lea, and the bird sang merrilie, And the steed stood ready harness’d in the hall. And he left his lady’s bower, and he sought the eastern tower, And he lifted cloak and weapon from the wall. ‘We were wed but yester-noon, must we separate so soon, ... »

How We Beat The Favourite By Adam Lindsay Gordon

How We Beat The Favourite By Adam Lindsay Gordon

How We Beat The Favourite A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup ‘Aye, squire,’ said Stevens, ‘they back him at evens ; The race is all over, bar shouting, they say ; The Clown ought to beat her ; Dick Neville is sweeter Than ever—he swears he can win all the way. ‘A gentleman rider... »

The Rhyme Of Joyous Garde By Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Rhyme Of Joyous Garde By Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Rhyme Of Joyous Garde Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly ; And gold is shower’d on grass unshorn, And poppy-fire on shuddering corn, With May-dew flooded and flush’d with morn, And scented with swee... »

Deliah By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Deliah By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Deliah [From a Picture] The sun has gone down, spreading wide on The sky-line one ray of red fire ; Prepare the soft cushions of Sidon, Make ready the rich loom of Tyre. The day, with its toil and its sorrow, Its shade, and its sunshine, at length Has ended ; dost fear for the morrow, Strong man, in... »

Pastor Cum By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Pastor Cum By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Pastor Cum When he, that shepherd false, ‘neath Phrygian sail ; Carried his hostess Helen o’er the seas, In fitful slumber Nereus hush’d the gales, That he might sing their future destinies. A curse to your ancestral home you take With her, whom Greece, with many a soldier bold, Sh... »

Argemone By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Argemone By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Argemone The terrible night-watch is over, I turn where I lie, To eastward my dim eyes discover Faint streaks in the sky ; Faint streaks on a faint light that dapples And dawns like the ripening of apples, Closes with darkness and grapples, And darkness must die. And the dawn finds us where the dusk... »

To A Proud Beauty (‘A Valentine’) By Adam Lindsay Gordon

To A Proud Beauty (‘A Valentine’) By Adam Lindsay Gordon

To A Proud Beauty (‘A Valentine’) Though I have loved you well, I ween, And you, too, fancied me, Your heart hath too divided been A constant heart to be. And like the gay and youthful knight, Who loved and rode away, Your fleeting fancy takes a flight With every fleeting day. So let it ... »

Gone By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Gone By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Gone IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great and small, Of the dust reclaimed from the sand waste lone; Weary and wasted, and worn and wan, Feeble and faint, and languid and low, He lay on the desert a dying man; Who has gone, my fr... »

The Last Leap By Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Last Leap By Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Last Leap ALL is over! fleet career, Dash of greyhound slipping thongs, Flight of falcon, bound of deer, Mad hoof-thunder in our rear, Cold air rushing up our lungs, Din of many tongues. Once again, one struggle good, One vain effort;—he must dwell Near the shifted post, that stood Where the spl... »

Cui Bono By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Cui Bono By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Cui Bono Oh! wind that whistles o’er thorns and thistles, Of this fruitful earth like a goblin elf; Why should he labour to help his neighbour Who feels too reckless to help himself? The wail of the breeze in the bending trees Is something between a laugh and a groan; And the hollow roar of th... »

Part Iii; Credat Judaeus Apella By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Part Iii; Credat Judaeus Apella By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Part Iii; Credat Judaeus Apella Dear Bell,—I enclose what you ask in a letter, A short rhyme at random, no more and no less, And you may insert it, for want of a better Or leave it, it doesn’t much matter, I guess ; And as for a tip, why, there isn’t much in it, I may hit the right nail,... »

An Exile’s Farewell By Adam Lindsay Gordon

An Exile’s Farewell By Adam Lindsay Gordon

An Exile’s Farewell The ocean heaves around us still With long and measured swell, The autumn gales our canvas fill, Our ship rides smooth and well. The broad Atlantic’s bed of foam Still breaks against our prow; I shed no tears at quitting home, Nor will I shed them now! Against the bul... »

To My Sister By Adam Lindsay Gordon

To My Sister By Adam Lindsay Gordon

To My Sister On 4th August, 1853. Being three days before he sailed for Australia. Across the trackless seas I go, No matter when or where, And few my future lot will know, And fewer still will care. My hopes are gone, my time is spent, I little heed their loss, And if I cannot feel content, I canno... »

Hippodromania; Or, Whiffs From The Pipe By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Hippodromania; Or, Whiffs From The Pipe By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Hippodromania; Or, Whiffs From The Pipe Part I Visions in the Smoke Rest, and be thankful! On the verge Of the tall cliff rugged and grey, But whose granite base the breakers surge, And shiver their frothy spray, Outstretched, I gaze on the eddying wreath That gathers and flits away, With the surf b... »

The Feud; A Border Ballad By Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Feud; A Border Ballad By Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Feud; A Border Ballad PLATE I Rixa super mero They sat by their wine in the tavern that night, But not in good fellowship true : The Rhenish was strong and the Burgundy bright, And hotter the argument grew. ‘I asked your consent when I first sought her hand, Nor did you refuse to agree, Th... »

Confiteor By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Confiteor By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Confiteor The shore-boat lies in the morning light, By the good ship ready for sailing ; The skies are clear, and the dawn is bright, Tho’ the bar of the bay is fleck’d with white, And the wind is fitfully wailing ; Near the tiller stands the prit, and the knight Leans over the quarter-r... »

Part Iv; Banker’s Dream By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Part Iv; Banker’s Dream By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Part Iv; Banker’s Dream Of chases and courses dogs dream, so do horses— Last night I was dozing and dreaming, The crowd and the bustle were there, and the rustle Of the silk in the autumn sky gleaming. The stand throng’d with faces, the broadcloth and laces, The booths, and the tents, and the ... »

A Song Of Autumn By Adam Lindsay Gordon

A Song Of Autumn By Adam Lindsay Gordon

A Song Of Autumn ‘WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad At the falling of the year, When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad, When the boughs are yellow and sere? Where are the old ones that once we had, And when are the new ones near? What shall we do for our garlands glad At the falling of the... »

Thick-Headed Thoughts By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Thick-Headed Thoughts By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Thick-Headed Thoughts No. I I’ve something of the bull-dog in my breed, The spaniel is developed somewhat less ; While life is in me I can fight and bleed, But never the chastising hand caress. You say the stroke was well intended. ‘True.’ You mention ‘It was meant to do me g... »

From The Wreck By Adam Lindsay Gordon

From The Wreck By Adam Lindsay Gordon

From The Wreck ‘Turn out, boys’—’What’s up with our super. to-night ? The man’s mad—Two hours to daybreak I’d swear— Stark mad—why, there isn’t a glimmer of light.’ ‘Take Bolingbroke, Alec, give Jack the young mare ; Look sharp. A large vessel li... »

The Roll Of The Kettledrum By Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Roll Of The Kettledrum By Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Roll Of The Kettledrum ‘You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one ?’—Byron. ONE line of swart profiles, and bearded lips dressing, One ridge of bright helmets, one crest of fair plumes, One st... »

Cito Pede Preterit Aetas By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Cito Pede Preterit Aetas By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Cito Pede Preterit Aetas A mellower light doth Sol afford, His meridian glare has pass’d And the trees on the broad and sloping sward Their length’ning shadows cast. ‘Time flies.’ The current will be no joke, If swollen by recent rain, To cross in the dark, so I’ll have... »

Part Ii; The Fields Of Coleraine By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Part Ii; The Fields Of Coleraine By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Part Ii; The Fields Of Coleraine On the fields of Col’raine there’ll be labour in vain Before the Great Western is ended, The nags will have toil’d, and the silks will be soil’d. And the rails will require to be mended. For the gullies are deep, and the uplands are steep, And... »

A Legend Of Madrid By Adam Lindsay Gordon

A Legend Of Madrid By Adam Lindsay Gordon

A Legend Of Madrid Francesca Crush’d and throng’d are all the places In our amphitheatre, ‘Midst a sea of swarming faces I can yet distinguish her ; Dost thou triumph, dark-brow’d Nina ? Is my secret known to thee ? On the sands of yon arena I shall yet my vengeance see. Now ... »

Thora’s Song (‘Ashtaroth’) By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Thora’s Song (‘Ashtaroth’) By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Thora’s Song (‘Ashtaroth’) We severed in Autumn early, Ere the earth was torn by the plough; The wheat and the oats and the barley Are ripe for the harvest now. We sunder’d one misty morning Ere the hills were dimm’d by the rain; Through the flowers those hills adorning... »

Fragmentary Scenes From The Road To Avernus By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Fragmentary Scenes From The Road To Avernus By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Fragmentary Scenes From The Road To Avernus Scene I ‘Discontent’ LAURENCE RABY. Laurence: I said to young Allan M’Ilveray, Beside the swift swirls of the North, When, in lilac shot through with a silver ray, We haul’d the strong salmon fish forth Said only, ‘He gave us ... »

‘The Old Leaven’ By Adam Lindsay Gordon

‘The Old Leaven’ By Adam Lindsay Gordon

‘The Old Leaven’ Mark: So, Maurice, you sail to-morrow, you say? And you may or may not return? Be sociable, man! for once in a way, Unless you’re too old to learn. The shadows are cool by the water side Where the willows grow by the pond, And the yellow laburnum’s drooping p... »

De Te By Adam Lindsay Gordon

De Te By Adam Lindsay Gordon

De Te A burning glass of burnish’d brass, The calm sea caught the noontide rays, And sunny slopes of golden grass And wastes of weed-flower seem to blaze. Beyond the shining silver-greys, Beyond the shades of denser bloom, The sky-line girt with glowing haze, The farthest faintest forest gloom... »

Zu Der Edlen Yagd By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Zu Der Edlen Yagd By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Zu Der Edlen Yagd I remember some words my father said, When I was an urchin vain ;— God rest his soul, in his narrow bed These ten long years he hath lain. When I think one drop of the blood he bore This faint heart surely must hold, It may be my fancy and nothing more, But the faint heart seemeth ... »

Part I; Visions In The Smoke By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Part I; Visions In The Smoke By Adam Lindsay Gordon

Part I; Visions In The Smoke Rest, and be thankful ! On the verge Of the tall cliff rugged and grey, But whose granite base the breakers surge, And shiver their frothy spray, Outstretched, I gaze on the eddying wreath That gathers and flits away, With the surf beneath, and between my teeth The stem ... »

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