Poems by Adam Lindsay Gordon
A Hunting Song
... Then fill your glass, and drain it, too, with all your heart and soul, ...
Ashtaroth: A Dramatic Lyric
... Thurston: Bring the wine, lest those Germans should swallow it all ...
A Hunting Rhyme
... Oh, it 's Lindsay the Lanky,' says Hard-riding Bob, ...
Borrow'd Plumes
... In defence of my own taste, nevertheless, it is incumbent upon me to say that I think ...
Ars Longa
... " The staff is snapp'd, the sandal fray'd, ...
A Legend Of Madrid
... Nina. O'er the horn'd front drops the streamer, ...
Podas Okus
... Think'st thou, love, 'twill chafe my ghost in ...
De Te
... Through the wild heath flowers, white and red, ...
To My Soul
... Of some strange power that wears thy strength away ...
To Charles Walker
... range, The surplus they may keep and grab the change, ...
Ye Wearie Wayfarer Hys Ballad. Fytte 5. Lex Talionis
... hort of body and breath!Oh! 'battle and murder and sudden death!' Against which the Liturgy preaches ...
Ye Wearie Wayfarer Hys Ballad. Fytte I. By Wood and Wold
... eld myself once againTo the memories old that, like tales fresh told, Come flitting across the brain ...
