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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.

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The Song Of The Surf By Adam Lindsay Gordon

    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…

October 1, 2019
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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…

October 1, 2019
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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…

October 1, 2019
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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…

October 1, 2019
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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…

October 1, 2019
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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…

October 1, 2019
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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…

October 1, 2019
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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…

October 1, 2019
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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…

October 1, 2019
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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…

October 1, 2019

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