�Turn out, boys!�, �What�s up with our super to-night? The man�s mad, Two hours to daybreak I�d swear, Stark mad, why, there isn�t a glimmer of light.� �Take Bolingbroke, Alec, give Jack the young mare; Look sharp. A large vessel lies jamm�d on the reef, And many on board still, and some wash�d on shore. Ride straight with the news, they…
From Lightning And Tempest By Adam Lindsay Gordon
The spring-wind pass�d through the forest, and whispered low in the leaves, And the cedar toss�d her head, and the oak stood firm in his pride; The…
Fragmentary Scenes From The Road To Avernus – An Unpublished Dramatic Lyric By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Scene I�Discontent� LAURENCE RABY. Laurence: I said to young Allan M�Ilveray, Beside the swift swirls of the North, When, in lilac shot through with a silver ray, We haul�d…
Finis Exoptatus – A Metaphysical Song By Adam Lindsay Gordon
�There�s something in this world amiss Shall be unriddled by-and-bye.� – Tennyson. Boot and saddle, see, the slanting Rays begin to fall, Flinging lights and colours flaunting Through the shadows…
Fauconshawe – A Ballad By Adam Lindsay Gordon
To fetch clear water out of the spring The little maid Margaret ran; From the stream to the castle�s western wing It was but a bowshot span; On the…
Exeunt By Adam Lindsay Gordon
HELEN RABY. Where the grave-deeps rot, where the grave-dews rust, They dug, crying, �Earth to earth�, Crying, �Ashes to ashes and dust to dust�, And what are my…
Ex Fumo Dare Lucem – �Twixt The Cup And The Lip By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Prologue Calm and clear! the bright day is declining, The crystal expanse of the bay, Like a shield of pure metal, lies shining �Twixt headlands of purple and…
Early Adieux By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Adieu to kindred hearts and home, To pleasure, joy, and mirth, A fitter foot than mine to roam Could scarcely tread the earth; For they are now so few…
Doubtful Dreams By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Aye, snows are rife in December, And sheaves are in August yet, And you would have me remember, And I would rather forget; In the bloom of the May-day…
Discontent By Adam Lindsay Gordon
LAURENCE RABY. Laurence: I said to young Allan M�Ilveray, Beside the swift swirls of the North, When, in lilac shot through with a silver ray, We haul�d the strong…