Fytte I By Wood and Wold [A Preamble] �Beneath the greenwood bough.� – W. Scott. Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though laden with faint perfume, �Tis the…
Author: Samantha Evans
Wormwood And Nightshade By Adam Lindsay Gordon
The troubles of life are many, The pleasures of life are few; When we sat in the sunlight, Annie, I dreamt that the skies were blue, When we sat…
Wolf And Hound By Adam Lindsay Gordon
�The hills like giants at a hunting lay Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay.� – Browning. You�ll take my tale with a little salt, But…
Whisperings In Wattle-Boughs By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Oh, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirr�d And rustled by the scented breath of spring; Oh, the dreary wistful longing! Oh, the faces that…
Visions In The Smoke By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Rest, and be thankful! On the verge Of the tall cliff rugged and grey, But whose granite base the breakers surge, And shiver their frothy spray, Outstretched, I gaze…
Valedictory Poem By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Lay me low, my work is done; I am weary. Lay me low, Where the wild flowers woo the sun, Where the balmy breezes blow, Where the butterfly takes…
Unshriven By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Oh! the sun rose on the lea, and the bird sang merrilie, And the steed stood ready harness�d in the hall, And he left his lady�s bower,…
Two Exhortations By Adam Lindsay Gordon
A Shooting-box in the West of Ireland. A Bedchamber. LAURENCE RABY and MELCHIOR. Night. Melchior: Surely in the great beginning God made all things good, and still That…
To My Sister By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Lines written by the late A. L. Gordon On 4th August, 1853, Being three days before he sailed for Australia. Across the trackless seas I go, No matter…
To A Proud Beauty – A Valentine By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Though I have loved you well, I ween, And you, too, fancied me, Your heart hath too divided been A constant heart to be. And like the gay and…