White steeds of ocean, that leap with a hollow and wearisome roar On the bar of ironstone steep, not a fathom�s length from the shore, Is there…
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The Sick Stockrider By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you�ve had your work cut out to guide Both horses, and…
The Romance Of Britomarte By Adam Lindsay Gordon
As related by Sergeant Leigh on the night he got his captaincy at the Restoration. I�ll tell you a story; but pass the �jack�, And let…
The Roll Of The Kettledrum; or, The Lay Of The Last Charger By Adam Lindsay Gordon
�You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?� – Byron. One line of…
The Rhyme Of Joyous Garde By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly; And gold is shower�d on grass unshorn, And poppy-fire on shuddering…
The Race By Adam Lindsay Gordon
On the hill they are crowding together, In the stand they are crushing for room, Like midge-flies they swarm on the heather, They gather like bees on the…
The Old Leaven – A Dialogue By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Mark: So, Maurice, you sail to-morrow, you say? And you may or may not return? Be sociable, man! for once in a way, Unless you�re too old to learn. The…
The Last Leap By Adam Lindsay Gordon
All is over! fleet career, Dash of greyhound slipping thongs, Flight of falcon, bound of deer, Mad hoof-thunder in our rear, Cold air rushing up our lungs, Din of many…
The Fields Of Coleraine By Adam Lindsay Gordon
On the fields of Col�raine there�ll be labour in vain Before the Great Western is ended, The nags will have toil�d, and the silks will be soil�d, And…
The Feud: A Border Ballad By Adam Lindsay Gordon
PLATE I Rixa super mero They sat by their wine in the tavern that night, But not in good fellowship true: The Rhenish was strong and the Burgundy…