Poems by Adam Lindsay Gordon
The Patrol And The Gold-Digger
... Presently the Patrol rises to depart, and, loq ...
No Name
... You have had your chance, you have taken your choice ...
Whisperings in Wattle-Boughs
... On your sweet face lies the mould, and your bed is straight and cold -- ...
A Translation
... Refines the manners and takes off the rough, ...
To The Same (Charles Walker again)
... Got home drowsy, crabbed and beat, ...
The Road to Avernus, Scene XI 'Ten Paces Off'
... ' HELEN RUBY Where the grave-deeps rot, where the grave-dews rust, ...
Laudamus
... Nay. Shall we hate each other for that which fled ...
A Basket of Flowers
... The warm wind breathes strong breath, ...
Thick-headed Thoughts: Part 1
... That I felt sure 'twould take him, at the least, ...
Thick-Headed Thoughts: Part 3
... Friends desert us, bailiffs tease us-- ...
The Song of the Surf
... You break, with a rainbow of glory, through the spray of your glittering tears ...
Unpublished Poem II
... Who tells you of crackers through clay or loam, ...
Quare Fatigasti
... Through the shoals and the quicksands shifting - ...
Fragmentary Scenes From The Road To Avernus
... He (aside): Perhaps she will swallow her camel when she has strained at her gnat ...
Wormwood And Nightshade
... - now They have flown - if e'er they existed - ...
