Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Francis William Lauderdale Adams Poems
- Art 'YES, let Art go, if it must be That with it men must ...
- Defeat? WHO is it speaks of defeat? — I tell you a Cause ...
- A Story DO you want to hear a story, With a nobler praise ...
- The Answer Men and boys, O fathers, brothers, Burst these ...
- Love And Death Death? is it death you give? So be it! O ...
- A Street Fight SIR, we approve your curling lip and nose At ...
- A Death At Sea I DEAD in the sheep-pen he lies, Wrapped in ...
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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'YES, let Art go, if it must be
That with it men must starve —
If Music, Painting, Poetry
Spring from the wasted hearth!'
Yes, let Art go, till once again
Through fearless heads and hands
The toil of millions and the pain
Be passed from out the lands:
Till from the few their plunder falls
To those who've toiled and earned
But misery's hopeless intervals
From those who've robbed and spurned.
Yes, let Art go, without a fear,
Like Autumn flowers we burn,
For, with her reawakening year,
Be sure she will return! —
Return, but greater, nobler ...