Adam Lindsay Gordon

"The shore-boat lies in the morning light,     By the good ship ready for sailing;     The skies are clear, and the dawn is bright,     Tho the"

"Now, welcome, welcome, masters mine,     Thrice welcome to the noble chase,     Nor earthly sport, nor sport divine,     Can take such honoura"

"‘WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad At the falling of the year, When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad, When the boughs are yellow and sere?"

"The ocean heaves around us still With long and measured swell, The autumn gales our canvas fill, Our ship rides smooth and well. The broad Atlantic's"

"Oh, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirrd     And rustled by the scented breath of spring;     Oh, the dreary wistful longing!"

"An open country.     LAURENCE RABY and FORREST, BRIAN AYLMER and PRESCOT.     Forrest:     Ive won the two tosses from Prescot;     Now hear"

"Scene I     Discontent     LAURENCE RABY.     Laurence:     I said to young Allan MIlveray,     Beside the swift swirls of the North,"

"And if theres blood upon his hand,     Tis but the blood of deer.     - W. Scott.     To beasts of the field, and fowls of the air,"

"Dawn     On skies still and starlit     White lustres take hold,     And grey flushes scarlet,     And red flashes gold.     And sun-glories"

"Oh! the sun rose on the lea, and the bird sang merrilie,     And the steed stood ready harnessd in the hall,     And he left his ladys bower,"

"A Shooting-box in the West of Ireland. A Bedchamber.     LAURENCE RABY and MELCHIOR. Night.     Melchior:     Surely in the great beginning Go"

"Where shall we go for our garlands glad     At the falling of the year,     When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad,     When the boughs ar"

"Podas Okus     Am I waking? Was I sleeping?     Dearest, are you watching yet?     Traces on your cheeks of weeping     Glitter, 'tis in vain"

"Then hey for boot and horse, lad!     And round the world away!     Young blood will have its course, lad!     And every dog his day!     -"

"Two years ago I was thinking     On the changes that years bring forth;     Now I stand where I then stood drinking     The gust and the salt s"

"HELEN RABY.     Where the grave-deeps rot, where the grave-dews rust,     They dug, crying, Earth to earth,     Crying, Ashes to ashes and"

"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 Ne"

"To fetch clear water out of the spring     The little maid Margaret ran;     From the stream to the castles western wing     It was but a bows"

"Thou art moulded in marble impassive,     False goddess, fair statue of strife,     Yet standest on pedestal massive,     A symbol and token of"

"Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense     With fumes of the flowery frankincense     From hawthorn blossoming thickly;     And gold"

"A Preface and a Piracy     Prologue     Of borrowd plumes I take the sin,     My extracts will apply     To some few silly songs which in"

"You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,     Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?     Of two such lessons, why forget     The nobler and the manlier o"

"Adieu to kindred hearts and home,     To pleasure, joy, and mirth,     A fitter foot than mine to roam     Could scarcely tread the earth;"

"Lay me low, my work is done;     I am weary. Lay me low,     Where the wild flowers woo the sun,     Where the balmy breezes blow,     Where t"

"Rest, and be thankful! On the verge     Of the tall cliff rugged and grey,     But whose granite base the breakers surge,     And shiver their"

"Nec propter vitam vivendi perdere causas.     Though the pitcher that goes to the sparkling rill     Too oft gets broken at last,     There"

"Dear Bell, I enclose what you ask in a letter,     A short rhyme at random, no more and no less,     And you may insert it, for want of a better"

"A stone upon her heart and head,     But no name written on that stone;     Sweet neighbours whisper low instead,     This sinner was a loving"

"Dramatis Personae     HUGO,a Norman Baron and a Scholar.ERIC,a friend of Hugos.THURSTON,|EUSTACE,|RALPH,| Followers of Hugo.HENRY,a Page.LUKE,|HUBE"

"With short, sharp, violent lights made vivid,     To southward far as the sight can roam,     Only the swirl of the surges livid,     The seas"

"In Five Parts     Part I     Visions in the Smoke     Rest, and be thankful! On the verge     Of the tall cliff rugged and grey,     But whose"

"Fytte I     By Wood and Wold     [A Preamble]     Beneath the greenwood bough.     - W. Scott.     Lightly the breath of the spring wind"

"Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade.     Old man, youve had your work cut out to guide     Both horses, and to hold"

"The sword slew one in deadly strife;     One perishd by the bowl;     The third lies self-slain by the knife;     For three the bells may toll"

"On the hill they are crowding together,     In the stand they are crushing for room,     Like midge-flies they swarm on the heather,     They g"

"Translated from the Spanish     Francesca.     Crushd and throngd are all the places     In our amphitheatre,     Midst a sea of swarming fa"

"They have saddled a hundred milk-white steeds, They have bridled a hundred black. Old Ballad. He turned in his saddle, now follow who dare. I ri"

"The ocean heaves around us still     With long and measured swell,     The autumn gales our canvas fill,     Our ship rides smooth and well."

"Oh! wind that whistles oer thorns and thistles,     Of this fruitful earth like a goblin elf;     Why should he labour to help his neighbour"

"The troubles of life are many,     The pleasures of life are few;     When we sat in the sunlight, Annie,     I dreamt that the skies were blue"

"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,     Th"

"PLATE I     Rixa super mero     They sat by their wine in the tavern that night,     But not in good fellowship true:     The Rhenish was str"

"LAURENCE RABY.     Laurence:     I said to young Allan MIlveray,     Beside the swift swirls of the North,     When, in lilac shot through w"

"Gillians dead, God rest her bier,     How I loved her many years syne;     Marions married, but I sit here,     Alive and merry at three-sco"

"Aylmers Garden, near the Lake. LAURENCE RABY and ESTELLE.     He:     Come to the bank where the boat is moord to the willow-tree low;     B"

"They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less     Of sound than of words,     In lands where bright blossoms are scentless,     And songless b"

"The hills like giants at a hunting lay     Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay.     - Browning.     Youll take my tale with a little s"

"We severed in autumn early,     Ere the earth was torn by the plough;     The wheat and the oats and the barley     Are ripe for the harvest no"

"As related by Sergeant Leigh on the night he got his captaincy at the Restoration.     Ill tell you a story; but pass the jack,     And let us m"

"Am I waking? Was I sleeping?     Dearest, are you watching yet?     Traces on your cheeks of weeping     Glitter, Tis in vain you fret;     D"

"Translation from Horace     When he, that shepherd false, neath Phrygian sails,     Carried his hostess Helen oer the seas,     In fitful slumb"

"No. I     Ive something of the bull-dog in my breed,     The spaniel is developed somewhat less;     While life is in me I can fight and blee"

"Though I have loved you well, I ween,     And you, too, fancied me,     Your heart hath too divided been     A constant heart to be.     And l"

"In Collins-street standeth a statue tall,*     A statue tall on a pillar of stone,     Telling its story, to great and small,     Of the dust r"

"Prologue     Calm and clear! the bright day is declining,     The crystal expanse of the bay,     Like a shield of pure metal, lies shining"

"The Philosophy of a Feast     Make merry, comrades, eat and drink     (The sunlight flickers on the sea),     The garlands gleam, the glasses cli"

"From a Picture     The sun has gone down, spreading wide on     The sky-line one ray of red fire;     Prepare the soft cushions of Sidon,     Ma"

"Lines written by the late A. L. Gordon     On 4th August, 1853,     Being three days before he sailed for Australia.     Across the trackless"

"Heres a health to every sportsman, be he stableman or lord,     If his heart be true, I care not what his pocket may afford;     And may he eve"

"Theres something in this world amiss     Shall be unriddled by-and-bye.     - Tennyson.     Boot and saddle, see, the slanting     Rays b"