Cito Pede Preterit Aetas (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
A mellower light doth Sol afford,His meridian glare has pass'dAnd the trees on the broad and sloping swardTheir length'ning shadows ...
A mellower light doth Sol afford,His meridian glare has pass'dAnd the trees on the broad and sloping swardTheir length'ning shadows ...
The sun has gone down, spreading wide onThe sky-line one ray of red fire ;Prepare the soft cushions ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
Part IVisions in the SmokeRest, and be thankful! On the verge Of the tall cliff rugged and grey,But whose granite ...
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler ...
PLATE IRixa super meroThey sat by their wine in the tavern that night,But not in good fellowship true:The Rhenish was ...
Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly; And gold ...
I'll tell you a story; but pass the "jack",And let us make merry to-night, my men.Aye, those were the days ...
Turn out, boys! — "What's up with our super. to-night? The man's mad — Two hours to daybreak I'd swear ...
Am I waking? Was I sleeping? Dearest, are you watching yet?Traces on your cheeks of weeping Glitter, 'tis in vain ...
The Three Friends(From the French)The sword slew one in deadly strife; One perish'd by the bowl;The third lies self-slain by ...
A burning glass of burnished brass, The calm sea caught the noontide rays,And sunny slopes of golden grass And wastes ...
All night I've heard the marsh-frog's croak,The jay's rude matins now prevail,The smouldering fire of bastard oakNow blazes, freshened by ...
Thou art moulded in marble impassive, False goddess, fair statue of strife,Yet standest on pedestal massive, A symbol and token ...
DelilahThe sun has gone down, spreading wide on The sky-line one ray of red fire;Prepare the soft cushions ...
'TWAS midst the battle's echoing dinAnd the cannon's thundering roar,When brave men fought to die or winAnd the decks ran ...
Lay me low, my work is done;I am weary. Lay me low,Where the wild flowers woo the sun,Where the balmy ...
The spring-wind pass'd through the forest, and whispered low in the leaves, And the cedar toss'd her head, and the ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great ...
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