From a Picture The sun has gone down, spreading wide on The sky-line one ray of red fire; Prepare the soft cushions of Sidon, Make ready the rich loom of Tyre. The day, with its toil and its sorrow, Its shade, and its sunshine, at length Has ended; dost fear for the morrow, Strong man, in the pride of thy strength? Like…
De Te By Adam Lindsay Gordon
A burning glass of burnished brass, The calm sea caught the noontide rays, And sunny slopes of golden grass And wastes of weed-flower seem to blaze. Beyond the shining…
Cui Bono By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Oh! wind that whistles o�er thorns and thistles, Of this fruitful earth like a goblin elf; Why should he labour to help his neighbour Who feels too reckless…
Credat Judaeus Apella By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Dear Bell, I enclose what you ask in a letter, A short rhyme at random, no more and no less, And you may insert it, for want…
Confiteor By Adam Lindsay Gordon
The shore-boat lies in the morning light, By the good ship ready for sailing; The skies are clear, and the dawn is bright, Tho� the bar of the…
Cito Pede Preterit Aetas – A Philosophical Dissertation By Adam Lindsay Gordon
�Gillian�s dead, God rest her bier, How I loved her many years syne; Marion�s married, but I sit here, Alive and merry at three-score year, Dipping my nose in…
By Wood And Wold – A Preamble By Adam Lindsay Gordon
�Beneath the greenwood bough.� – W. Scott. Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though laden with faint perfume, �Tis the fragrance rare that the bushman knows, The…
By Flood And Field – A Legend Of The Cottiswold By Adam Lindsay Gordon
�They have saddled a hundred milk-white steeds,They have bridled a hundred black.� Old Ballad.�He turned in his saddle, now follow who dare.I ride for my…
Borrow�d Plumes By Adam Lindsay Gordon
A Preface and a Piracy Prologue Of borrow�d plumes I take the sin, My extracts will apply To some few silly songs which in These pages scatter�d lie….
Bellona By Adam Lindsay Gordon
Thou art moulded in marble impassive, False goddess, fair statue of strife, Yet standest on pedestal massive, A symbol and token of life. Thou art still, not with stillness…