Francis William Lauderdale Adams Poems

(After reading his 'Modern Painters')
YES, you do well to mock us, you
Who knew our bitter woe —
To jeer the false, deny the true
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He sits. Upon the kingly head doth rest
The round-balled wimple, and the heavy rings
Touch on the shoulders where the swallow clings;
The downward garment shows the ambiguous breast;
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GRAVE this deep in your hearts,
Forget not the tale of the past!
Never, never believe
That any will help you, or can,
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I
In a Sampan
(Min River, Fo Kien)
Up in the misty morning,
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IN the chill grey summer dawn-light
We pass through the empty streets;
The rattling wheels are all silent;
No friend his fellow greets.
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THE stars shone faint through the smoky blue;
The church-bells were ringing;
Three girls, arms laced, were passing through,
Tramping and singing.
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BEYOND the Night, down o'er the labouring East,
I see light's harbinger of day released:
Upon the false gleam of the ante-dawn,
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WHERE'ER I go in this dense East,
In sunshine or shade,
I retch at the villainous feast
That England has made,
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YOU are at least a Man, of men a King.
You have a heart, and with that heart you love.
The race you come from is not gendered of
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To Mary Robinson
'WHAT, are you lost, you pretty little lady?
This is no place for such sweet things as you.
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