Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems
Quare Fatigasti Poem By Adam Lindsay Gordon Quare Fatigasti Poem 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, …
Rippling Water Poem By Adam Lindsay Gordon Rippling Water Poem 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 …
Sunlight on the Sea Poem By Adam Lindsay Gordon Sunlight on the Sea Poem 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 …
The Last Leap Poem By Adam Lindsay Gordon The Last Leap Poem 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 …
The Sick Stockrider Poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon The Sick Stockrider Poem 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 …
The Song of the Surf Poem By Adam Lindsay Gordon The Song of the Surf Poem 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 Swimmer Poem By Adam Lindsay Gordon The Swimmer Poem 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 …
How we Beat the Favourite Poem By Adam Lindsay Gordon How we Beat the Favourite 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 …
Laudamus Poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon Laudamus Poem 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 …
Bellona Poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon Bellona Poem 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 …
