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 shadows are cool by the water side Where the willows grow by the pond, And the yellow laburnum�s drooping pride Sheds a golden gleam beyond. For the blended tints of the summer flowers, For 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…
Ten Paces Off By Adam Lindsay Gordon
An open country. LAURENCE RABY and FORREST, BRIAN AYLMER and PRESCOT. Forrest: I�ve won the two tosses from Prescot; Now hear me, and hearken and heed, And pull that…
Sunlight On The Sea By Adam Lindsay Gordon
The Philosophy of a Feast Make merry, comrades, eat and drink (The sunlight flickers on the sea), The garlands gleam, the glasses clink, The grape juice mantles fair…
Sea Spray And Smoke Drift By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Podas Okus Am I waking? Was I sleeping? Dearest, are you watching yet? Traces on your cheeks of weeping Glitter, ’tis in vain you fret; Drifting ever! drifting onward! In the…
Rippling Water By Adam Lindsay Gordon
The maiden sat by the river side (The rippling water murmurs by), And sadly into the clear blue tide The salt tear fell from her clear blue eye. ��Tis…
Quare Fatigasti By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Two years ago I was thinking On the changes that years bring forth; Now I stand where I then stood drinking The gust and the salt sea froth; And…
Potters� Clay – An Allegorical Interlude By Adam Lindsay Gordon
�Nec propter vitam vivendi perdere causas.� Though the pitcher that goes to the sparkling rill Too oft gets broken at last, There are scores of others its…