Bellona (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
Thou art moulded in marble impassive, False goddess, fair statue of strife,Yet standest on pedestal massive, A symbol and token ...
Thou art moulded in marble impassive, False goddess, fair statue of strife,Yet standest on pedestal massive, A symbol and token ...
Poor heart, that wast so proud, how art thou tamed, ...
To Arms! the maddening bugles call; Make ready-ready for the fray.Be true to Britain, one and all, We ...
I. O HEART of man! be humble, nor disdain The latest gospel preached beneath the sun; Learn of the brute ...
I.I see thy house, but I am blown about,A wind-mocked kite, between the earth and sky,All out of doors—alas! of ...
THOU standest within thy tabernacle, crowned, Rapt from the world's vain pleasures and turmoil, While, filled with blessing, and sweet ...
THOU shinest in the morning's eye alone, Pure on the blue, a pyramid of light, Immaculate, but lifted to that ...
LORD, is it Thou disguised in Palmer's weed, That coming in life's early morning frore, Standest so humbly knocking at ...
If any comfort lies within the zone Of ruddy gold that round thy finger clings; If from the ruby's steady ...
O melancholy bird, a winter's dayThou standest by the margin of the pool,And, taught by God, dost thy whole being ...
Cloud-topped and splendid, dominating all The little lesser hills which compass thee, Thou standest, bright with April's buoyancy, Yet holding ...
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, With banners, by great gales incessant fanned, Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, ...
Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood! O ease my heart of verse and let me rest; Throw me upon thy ...
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West, That fearest nor sea ...
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
Beautiful new railway bridge of the Silvery Tay, With your strong brick piers and buttresses in so grand array, And ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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