Adam Lindsay Gordon
Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems
- An Exile's Farewell The ocean heaves around us still With ...
- A Song Of Autumn ‘WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad ...
- Borrow'D Plumes [A Preface and a Piracy] PROLOGUE OF ...
- A Hunting Song Here's a health to every sportsman, be he ...
- Doubtful Dreams Aye, snows are rife in December, And sheaves...
- The Swimmer With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To ...
- A Dedication They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less ...
Gordon was born at Fayal in the Azores, son of Captain Adam Durnford Gordon who had married his first cousin, Harriet Gordon, both of whom were descended from Adam of Gordon of the ballad. Captain Gordon, who had retired from the Bengal cavalry and taught Hindustani, was then staying at the Azores for the sake of his wife's health. After living on the island of Madeira, they went to England and lived at Cheltenham in 1840.
Gordon was sent to Cheltenham College in 1841 when he was only seven, but after he had been there a year he was sent to a school kept by the Rev. Samuel Ollis Garrard in Gloucestershire. He attended the Royal Military Academy, Woolwich in 1848, where he was a ... more »
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An Exile's Farewell
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 bed of foam
Still breaks against our prow;
I shed no tears at quitting home,
Nor will I shed them now!
Against the bulwarks on the poop
I lean, and watch the sun
Behind the red horizon stoop —
His race is nearly run.
Those waves will never quench his light,
O'er which they seem to close,
To-morrow he will rise as bright
As he this morning rose.
How brightly gleams the orb of day