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Adam Lindsay Gordon
1833 - 1870
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A Basket Of Flowers - From Dawn To Dusk
On skies still and starlit / White lustres take hold, / And grey flushes scarlet,
A Dedication To The Author Of “Holmby House”
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less / Of sound than of words, / In lands where bright blossoms are scentless,
A Hunting Song
Here’s 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 ever pleasantly each gallant sport pursue,
A Legend Of Madrid
Crush’d and throng’d are all the places / In our amphitheatre, / ’Midst a sea of swarming faces
A Song Of Autumn
“Where shall we go for our garlands glad / At the falling of the year, / When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad,
After The Quarrel
Laurence: / He never gave me a chance to speak, / And he call’d her, worse than a dog,
An Exile’s Farewell
The ocean heaves around us still / With long and measured swell, / The autumn gales our canvas fill,
Ars Longa - A Song Of Pilgrimage
Our hopes are wild imaginings, / Our schemes are airy castles, / Yet these, on earth, are lords and kings,
Bellona
Thou art moulded in marble impassive, / False goddess, fair statue of strife, / Yet standest on pedestal massive,
Borrow’d Plumes
Of borrow’d plumes I take the sin, / My extracts will apply / To some few silly songs which in
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