Laudamus Adam Lindsay Gordon The Lord shall slay or the Lord shall save ! He is righteous whether He save or slay Brother ! give thanks for the gifts He gave, Though the gifts He gave He hath taken away. Shall we strive for that...
In Utrumque Paratus Adam Lindsay Gordon ‘Then hey for boot and horse, lad ! And round the world away ! Young blood will have its course, lad ! And every dog his day !’C. Kingsley. There’s a formula which the west country clowns Once used,...
How We Beat The Favourite Adam Lindsay Gordon A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup ‘Aye, squire,’ said Stevens, ‘they back him at evens ; The race is all over, bar shouting, they say ; The Clown ought to beat her ; Dick Neville is...
Hippodromania; Or, Whiffs From The Pipe Adam Lindsay Gordon Part I Visions in the Smoke Rest, and be thankful! On the verge Of the tall cliff rugged and grey, But whose granite base the breakers surge, And shiver their frothy spray, Outstretched, I gaze on...
Gone Adam Lindsay Gordon IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great and small, Of the dust reclaimed from the sand waste lone; Weary and wasted, and worn and wan, Feeble and faint,...
From The Wreck Adam Lindsay Gordon ‘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 Boling broke, Alec, give Jack the young mare ; Look sharp....
From Lightning and Tempest 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 spring-wind pass’d through the town, through the housetops, casements, and...
Fragmentary Scenes From The Road To Avernus 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 the strong salmon fish forth...
Finis Exoptatus Adam Lindsay Gordon Boot and saddle, see, the slanting Rays begin to fall, Flinging lights and colours flaunting Through the shadows tall. Onward ! onward ! must we travel ? When will come the goal ? Riddle I may not unravel, Cease to...
Fauconshawe Adam Lindsay Gordon [A Ballad] 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 sedgy brink where the osiers cling Lay a dead...
