Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Francis William Lauderdale Adams Poems
- The Peasants' Revolt THRO' the mists of years, Thro' the ...
- London CRUEL City, London, London, Where, duped slaves of ...
- Art 'YES, let Art go, if it must be That with it men must ...
- A Death At Sea I DEAD in the sheep-pen he lies, Wrapped in ...
- Père-La-Chaise I STOOD in Père-la-Chaise. The putrid ...
- Love And Death Death? is it death you give? So be it! O ...
- The Caged Eagle . . . I went the other day To see the birds ...
Francis William Lauderdale Adams was an essayist, poet, dramatist, novelist and journalist who produced a large volume of work in his short life.
Adams was born in Malta the son of Andrew Leith Adams F.R.S., F.G.S., an army surgeon, who became afterwards well known as a scientist, a fellow of the Royal Society, and an author of natural history books set in different parts of the British empire. Francis' mother, Bertha Jane Grundy, became a well-known novelist. Francis was educated at Shrewsbury School and from 1879 as an attache in Paris. He took up a teaching position as an assistant master at Ventnor on the Isle of Wight, for two years. He joined the Social... more »
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The Peasants' Revolt
THRO' the mists of years,
Thro' the lies of men,
Your bloody sweat and tears,
Your desperate hopes and fears
Reach us once again,
Brothers, who long ago,
For life's bitter sake,
Toiled and suffered so,
Robbery, insult, blow,
Rope and sword and stake:
Toiled and suffered, till
It burst, the brightening hope,
'Might and right' and 'will and skill,'
That scorned, and does, and will,
Sword and stake and rope!
Wat and Jack and John,
Tyler, Straw, and Ball,
Souls that faltered not,
Hearts like white iron hot,
Still we hear your call!