Hippodromani (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
Part IVisions in the SmokeRest, and be thankful! On the verge Of the tall cliff rugged and grey,But whose granite ...
Part IVisions in the SmokeRest, and be thankful! On the verge Of the tall cliff rugged and grey,But whose granite ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler ...
Scene I"Discontent"LAURENCE RABY.Laurence:I said to young Allan M'Ilveray, Beside the swift swirls of the North,When, in lilac shot through with ...
A DialogueMark:So, Maurice, you sail to-morrow, you say? And you may or may not return?Be sociable, man! for once in ...
On the hill they are crowding together, In the stand they are crushing for room, Like midge-flies they swarm on ...
Am I waking? Was I sleeping? Dearest, are you watching yet?Traces on your cheeks of weeping Glitter, 'tis in vain ...
Sunlight On The SeaMake merry, comrades, eat and drink (The sunlight flickers on the sea),The garlands ...
Across the trackless seas I go, No matter when or where,And few my future lot will know, And fewer still ...
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 ...
Borrow'd PlumesPrologueOf borrow'd plumes I take the sin, My extracts will applyTo some few silly songs ...
PUT no faith in aught you meet with, friends or lovers,new or old,Never trust the gamest racehorse that was everreared ...
Here's a health to every sportsman, be he stableman or lord,If his heart be true, I care not what his ...
'Tis a wicked world we live in;Wrong in reason, wrong in rhyme;But no matter: we'll not give inWhile we still ...
OH, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirred And rustled by the scented breath of Spring; Oh, the ...
ALL is over! fleet career, Dash of greyhound slipping thongs, Flight of falcon, bound of deer, Mad hoof-thunder in our ...
IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great ...
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