Adam Lindsay Gordon

(19 October 1833 – 24 June 1870 / Azores)

Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems

41. Thora's Song ('Ashtaroth') 1/1/2004
42. Wolf And Hound 1/1/2004
43. The Last Leap 1/1/2004
44. Bellona 3/3/2010
45. From Lightning And Tempest 2/27/2010
46. Confiteor 2/26/2010
47. Gone 1/1/2004
48. Argemone 2/26/2010
49. By Wood And Wold 2/27/2010
50. Exodus Parthenidae 2/26/2010
51. Ars Longa 2/26/2010
52. A Basket Of Flowers 2/26/2010
53. Finis Exoptatus 2/27/2010
54. Cui Bono 3/3/2010
55. A Legend Of Madrid 2/26/2010
56. Early Adieux 2/26/2010
57. The Sick Stockrider 1/1/2004
58. A Fragment 3/3/2010
59. De Te 2/26/2010
60. Ashtaroth: A Dramatic Lyric 1/1/2004
61. Deliah 2/26/2010
62. A Dedication 1/1/2004
63. The Swimmer 1/1/2004
64. Borrow'D Plumes 2/26/2010
65. Doubtful Dreams 2/26/2010
66. A Hunting Song 3/3/2010
67. A Song Of Autumn 1/1/2004
68. An Exile's Farewell 1/1/2004

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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
Across ...

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The Last Leap

ALL is over! fleet career,
Dash of greyhound slipping thongs,
Flight of falcon, bound of deer,
Mad hoof-thunder in our rear,
Cold air rushing up our lungs,
Din of many tongues.

Once again, one struggle good,
One vain effort;—he must dwell

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