Pastor Cum Adam Lindsay Gordon When he, that shepherd false, ‘neath Phrygian sail ; Carried his hostess Helen o’er the seas, In fitful slumber Nereus hushed the gales, That he might sing their future destinies. A curse to your ancestral home...
No Name Adam Lindsay Gordon A stone upon her heart and head, But no name written on that stone; Sweet neighbours whisper low instead, This sinner was a loving one. Mrs. Browning. ‘Tis a nameless stone that stands at your head...
Lex Talionis Adam Lindsay Gordon To beasts of the field, and fowls of the air, And fish of the sea alike, Man’s hand is ever slow to spare, And ever ready to strike ; With a license to kill, and to...
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...
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...
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...
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,...
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...
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...
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...