To My Sister (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
Across the trackless seas I go, No matter when or where,And few my future lot will know, And fewer still ...
Across the trackless seas I go, No matter when or where,And few my future lot will know, And fewer still ...
If I should die this night, (as well might be, So pain has on my weakness ...
The morn hath risen clear and bright,The sun displays his glorious light; Through heaven's vault of azure dye,Where peeps the ...
WHO heeds thee, poor flower? No fragrance is thine, No sunbeam has dress'd thee with hues of delight,Thou hast ...
The curtain falls—closed is the Drama's page:Why lingers Beatrice upon the stage?Away, illusion!—this is not thy sphere—The sigh is faithful, ...
"IF e'er for human bliss or woe I feel the sympathetic glow; If e'er my heart has learn'd to know ...
"THO' dark are the prospects and heavy the hours, Tho' life is a desert, and cheerless the way; Yet still ...
WHEN I'm dead, and silent lying,Should you in an hour of aweGaze upon me, softly sighing,Back the solemn curtain draw;But ...
WHERE the cowslip and primrose grew, But now they were growing no more,All wet with the drops of the ...
You "never loved me," Ada. These slow words Dropped softly from your gentle woman-tongue Out of your true and kindly ...
He wore an old blue shirt the night that first we met,An old and tattered cabbage-tree concealed his locks of ...
Love sleeps! O do not strive to break His slumbers, he too soon will wake. But now all tranquilly he ...
How few people there are and even fewerLonging to reveal themselves!… They pass, they pass They push each other away ...
In the cold change which time hath wrought on love (The snowy winter of his summer prime), Should a chance ...
Here's our story, page by page, Happy youth and middle-age, Smile and tear-drop, weal and woe Such as all who ...
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
THE Moon more indolently dreams to-night Than a fair woman on her couch at rest, Caressing, with a hand distraught ...
WAE is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e; Lang, lang has Joy been a stranger to me: Forsaken ...
For certain minutes at the least That crafty demon and that loud beast That plague me day and night Ran ...
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