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 ...
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 ...
FauconshaweTo fetch clear water out of the spring The little maid Margaret ran;From the stream to the castle's western ...
On the hill they are crowding together, In the stand they are crushing for room, Like midge-flies they swarm on ...
Turn out, boys! — "What's up with our super. to-night? The man's mad — Two hours to daybreak I'd swear ...
The troubles of life are many, The pleasures of life are few;When we sat in the sunlight, Annie, I dreamt ...
The terrible night-watch is over,I turn where I lie,To eastward my dim eyes discoverFaint streaks in the sky ;Faint streaks ...
The shore-boat lies in the morning light, By the good ship ready for sailing;The skies are clear, and the dawn ...
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 ...
DawnOn skies still and starlit White lustres take hold,And grey flushes scarlet, And red flashes gold.And sun-glories coverThe rose shed ...
Adieu to kindred hearts and home, To pleasure, joy, and mirth,A fitter foot than mine to roam Could scarcely tread ...
Oh, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirr'd And rustled by the scented breath of spring; Oh, the ...
We severed in Autumn early,Ere the earth was torn by the plough;The wheat and the oats and the barleyAre ripe ...
A ValentineThough I have loved you well, I ween, And you, too, fancied me,Your heart hath too divided been A ...
We severed in Autumn early, Ere the earth was torn by the plough; The wheat and the oats and the ...
OH, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirred And rustled by the scented breath of Spring; Oh, the ...
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