Poems by Adam Lindsay Gordon
Argemone
... By the gathering of great things and small things ...
Cui Bono
... - They are roaring, those waves, in their echoing caves - ...
The Three Friends
... Her white hands neither touched the hilt, ...
Fauconshawe
... And his face might have match'd the face of the dead, ...
An Unfinished Poem
... All night I've heard the marsh-frog's croak, ...
Bellona
... Thou art still, not with stillness of languor, ...
The Race
... Brighter dreams than mere pastimes we've follow'd, ...
Rippling Water
... Saying, "There are words that I fain would speak - ...
Thick-Headed Thoughts: Part 2
... How queer that such a difference should be ...
Sunlight On The Sea
... Who cares, 'mid wines and fruits and flowers, ...
The Old Leaven
... Maurice: But our perjured loves and our faithless friends ...
A Fragment
... There blends a wild, mysterious strain ...
How We Beat The Favourite
... "The Clown!" The white railing races with all the white faces, ...
The Feud: A Border Ballad
... And the fairest bride on the Border side, may she too be forgiven! ...
Early Adieux
... I'd reck not what my friends might know, ...
