Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems
The Three Friends Poem By Adam Lindsay Gordon The Three Friends Poem The Three Friends (From the French) The sword slew one in deadly strife; One perish’d by the bowl; The third lies self-slain by the knife; For three the bells may toll — I loved her better than my life, And better than my …
Thick-headed Thoughts Poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon Thick-headed Thoughts Poem 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 …
To My Sister Poem By Adam Lindsay Gordon To My Sister Poem 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 …
Unshriven Poem By Adam Lindsay Gordon Unshriven Poem 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, …
Whispering in Wattle -Boughs Poem By Adam Lindsay Gordon Whispering in Wattle -Boughs Poem OH, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirred 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, …
Wolf and Hound Poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon Wolf and Hound Poem 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 …
Wormwood and Nightshade Poem By Adam Lindsay Gordon Wormwood and Nightshade Poem 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 …
No Name Poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon No Name Poem “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 …
Pastor Cum Poem By Adam Lindsay Gordon Pastor Cum Poem When he, that shepherd false, ‘neath Phrygian sails, 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 …
Podas Okus Poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon Podas Okus Poem 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 …
