Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems
A Fragment Poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon A Fragment They say that poison-sprinkled flowers Are sweeter in perfume Than when, untouched by deadly dew, They glowed in early bloom. They say that men condemned to die Have quaffed the sweetened wine With higher relish than the juice Of the untampered vine. They say that in …
A Hunting Song By Adam Lindsay Gordon A Hunting Song Here’s a health to every sportsman, be he stableman or lord, If his heart be true, I care not what his pocket may afford; And may he ever pleasantly each gallant sport pursue, If he takes his liquor fairly, and his fences fairly, too. He …
A Legend of Madrid By Adam Lindsay Gordon A Legend of Madrid A Legend of Madrid [Translated from the Spanish] 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 …
A Song of Autumn By Adam Lindsay Gordon 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 …
An Exile’s Farewell Poem By Adam Lindsay Gordon 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! …
Ars Longa by Adam Lindsay Gordon Ars Longa Our hopes are wild imaginings, Our schemes are airy castles, Yet these, on earth, are lords and kings, And we their slaves and vassals; Your dream, forsooth, of buoyant youth, Most ready to deceive is; But age will own the bitter truth, “Ars longa, vita brevis.” The …
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 …
