By Flood and Field 2 (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
They have saddled a hundred milk-white steeds,They have bridled a hundred black.-Old Ballad.'He turned in his saddle, now follow who ...
They have saddled a hundred milk-white steeds,They have bridled a hundred black.-Old Ballad.'He turned in his saddle, now follow who ...
In leaving us, whom thou hast governed well Holding the helm of state through all these yearsThe land at large unites ...
"Men may weill wyt, thouch nane thaim tell,How angry for sorow, and how fell,Is to tyne sic a Lord as ...
On the banks o' Deer Crick! There's the place fer me!-- Worter slidin' past ye jes as clair as it kin be:-- See ...
Ils vont pieds nus le plus souvent. L'hiverMet a leurs doigts des mitaines d'onglee.Le soir, helas! ils soupent du grand ...
And I would have you clad like dominoesIn every stripe and lozenge you would dare,A gauged discord, irregular and clair,Or ...
O la splendeur de notre joie,Tiss?e en or dans l'air de soie!Voici la maison douce et son pignon l?ger,Et le ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
FRAGMENT I.--PROLOGUE. Dans nos vastes cit?s, par le sort partag?s, Sous deux injustes lois les hommes sont rang?s: Les uns, ...
M?re du vain caprice et du l?ger prestige, La fantaisie ail?e autour d'elle voltige, Nymphe au corps ondoyant, n? de ...
J'aime les ombres Et les ?chos, Les reflets sombres Au fond des eaux. Le ciel si beau Mire sa face ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
When young, in tones quite positive I said, "The world shall see That I can keep myself from sin; A ...
for J.L.D. Why should we do this? What good is it to us? Above all, how can we do such ...
O listen, listen, ladies gay! No haughty feat of arms I tell; Soft is the note, and sad the lay ...
Filaments of light slant like windswept rain. The orange seller hawks into the sky, a man with a hat stops ...
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