The Rhyme of Joyous Garde (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly; And gold ...
Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly; And gold ...
Am I waking? Was I sleeping? Dearest, are you watching yet?Traces on your cheeks of weeping Glitter, 'tis in vain ...
The terrible night-watch is over,I turn where I lie,To eastward my dim eyes discoverFaint streaks in the sky ;Faint streaks ...
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 ...
Aye, snows are rife in December, And sheaves are in August yet,And you would have me remember, And I would ...
The shore-boat lies in the morning light, By the good ship ready for sailing;The skies are clear, and the dawn ...
Across the trackless seas I go, No matter when or where,And few my future lot will know, And fewer still ...
The maiden sat by the river side (The rippling water murmurs by),And sadly into the clear blue tide The salt ...
DawnOn skies still and starlit White lustres take hold,And grey flushes scarlet, And red flashes gold.And sun-glories coverThe rose shed ...
The Lord shall slay or the Lord shall save! He is righteous whether He save or slay —Brother, give thanks ...
Oh, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirr'd And rustled by the scented breath of spring; Oh, the ...
Lay me low, my work is done;I am weary. Lay me low,Where the wild flowers woo the sun,Where the balmy ...
PUT no faith in aught you meet with, friends or lovers,new or old,Never trust the gamest racehorse that was everreared ...
'Tis a wicked world we live in;Wrong in reason, wrong in rhyme;But no matter: we'll not give inWhile we still ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
OH, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirred And rustled by the scented breath of Spring; Oh, the ...
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