Adam Lindsay Gordon
Adam Lindsay Gordon (1833–1870) was an Australian poet, horseman, and politician. His bush ballads — "The Sick Stockrider," "How We Beat the Mace" — made him Australia's…
"They say that poison-sprinkled flowers Are sweeter in perfume Than when, untouched by deadly dew, They glowed in early bloom."
"Laurence Rabys Chamber. LAURENCE enters, a little the worse for liquor. Laurence: He never gave me a chance to speak, And he call"
"Beneath the greenwood bough. - W. Scott. Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though laden with faint perfume, Tis"
"The maiden sat by the river side (The rippling water murmurs by), And sadly into the clear blue tide The salt tear fell from her cl"
"Aye, snows are rife in December, And sheaves are in August yet, And you would have me remember, And I would rather forget; In"
"Mark: So, Maurice, you sail to-morrow, you say? And you may or may not return? Be sociable, man! for once in a way, Unless you"
"All is over! fleet career, Dash of greyhound slipping thongs, Flight of falcon, bound of deer, Mad hoof-thunder in our rear, C"
"Turn out, boys!, Whats up with our super to-night? The mans mad, Two hours to daybreak Id swear, Stark mad, why, there isnt a gli"
"Our hopes are wild imaginings, Our schemes are airy castles, Yet these, on earth, are lords and kings, And we their slaves and vass"
"The spring-wind passd through the forest, and whispered low in the leaves, And the cedar tossd her head, and the oak stood firm in his prid"
"On the fields of Colraine therell be labour in vain Before the Great Western is ended, The nags will have toild, and the silks will b"
"White steeds of ocean, that leap with a hollow and wearisome roar On the bar of ironstone steep, not a fathoms length from the shore, I"
"A burning glass of burnished brass, The calm sea caught the noontide rays, And sunny slopes of golden grass And wastes of weed-flow"