The Sick Stockrider 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 to hold me in the saddle when I swayed, All through the...
The Romance Of Britomarte Adam Lindsay Gordon I’LL tell you a story ; but pass the ‘jack’, And let us make merry to-night, my men. Aye, those were the days when my beard was black? I like to remember them now and then? Then Miles...
The Roll Of The Kettledrum 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 swart profiles, and bearded lips dressing, One...
The Rhyme Of Joyous Garde Adam Lindsay Gordon Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly ; And gold is showered on grass unshorn, And poppy-fire on shuddering corn, With May-dew flooded and flushed with...
The Last Leap 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 tongues. Once again, one struggle good, One vain effort;?he...
The Feud: A Border Ballad 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 bright, And hotter the argument grew. ‘I asked...
Sunlight On The Sea 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 and free, The lamps are trimmed, although the light Of...
Scene 1. A Castle In Normandy Adam Lindsay Gordon Hugo. Well, boy, what is it? Henry. The feast is spread. Hugo. Why tarry the guests for me? Let Eric sit at the table’s head; Alone I desire to be. [Henry goes out.] What share have...
Rippling Water 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 fixed for better, for worse,’ she cried, ‘And to-morrow the...
Quare Fatigasti 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 the shuddering wave strikes, linking With the waves subsiding...
