Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Gordon's Grave
All the heat and the glow and the hush of the summer afternoon;the scent of the sweet-briar bush over bowing grass-blades and broom;the birds..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
The New Locksley Hall
'Forty Years After'COMRADE, yet a little further I would go before the nightCloses round and chills in darkness all the glorious sunset light —Yet a..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Post-Mortem
BURY me with clenched handsAnd eyes open wide,For in storm and struggle I lived,And in struggle and storm I died.
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Song Of The Dispossessed
'BE with us by day, by night,O lover, O friend;Hold before us thy lightUnto the end!'See, all these children of oursStarved and ill-clad.Speak to thy..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
To Japan
SIMPLE You were, and good. No kindlier heartBeat than the heart within your gentle breast.Labour You had, and happiness, and rest,And were the maid..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Farewell To The Market
'Susannah and Mary-Jane'TWO little Darlings alone,Clinging hand in hand;Two little Girls come outTo see the wonderful land!Here round the flaring..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
In An East End Hovel
To a Workman, a would-be SuicideMAN of despair and death,Bought and slaved in the gangs,Starved and stripped and leftTo the pitiful, pitiless..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
New Guinea
I SAW them as they were born,Erect and fearless and free,Facing the sun and the windOf the hills and the sea.I saw them naked, superb,Like the Greeks..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Proem
IN the black night, along the mud-deep roads,Amid the threatening boughs and ghastly streams,Hark! sounds that gird the darknesses like goads,Murmurs..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Something
It is something in this darker dream demented to have wrestled with its pleasure and its pain:it is something to have sinned, and have..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Liberty!
'LIBERTY?' Is that the cry, then?We have heard it oft of yore.Once it had, we think, a meaning;Let us hear it now no more.We have read what history..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
The Mass Of Christ
IDOWN in the woodlands, where the streamlet runs,Close to the breezy river, by the dellsOf ferns and flowers that shun the summer sunsBut gather..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
To Charles Parnell
ONE thing we praise you for that is past praise —The dauntless eyes that faced the rain and night,The hand that never wearied in the fight,Till..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Ireland
O WE have loved you through cold and rainAnd pitiless frost,Consuming our offering of blood and brainGladly again and again and again,Though it all..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
In The Street
Lord ShaftesburyYOU have done well, we say it. You are dead,And, of the man that with the right hand takesLess than the left hand gives, let it be..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Her Poem
'My baby girl, that was born and died on the same day''WITH wild torn heart I see them still,Wee unused clothes and empty cot.Though glad my love has..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
One Among So Many
. . . In a dark street she met and spoke to me,Importuning, one wet and mild March night.We walked and talked together. O her taleWas very common;..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
To An Artist
YOU tell me these great lords have raised up Art?I say they have degraded it. Look you,When ever did they let the Poet sing,The Painter paint, the..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
To A. L. Gordon
In night-long days, in aeons where all Time's nights are one;where life and death sing paeansas of Greeks and Galileans, never begun or..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
The Outcasts
(Melbourne)HERE to the parks they come,The scourings of the town,Like weary wounded animalsSeeking where to lie them down.Brothers, let us take..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Move On!
'THE foxes have holes,And the birds of the air have nests,But where shall the heads of the sons of menBe laid, be laid?''Where the cold corpse..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
To An Old Friend In England
WAS it for nothing in the years gone by,O my love, O my friend,You thrilled me with your noble words of faith? —Hope beyond life, and love, love..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Prayer
THIS is what I prayIn this horrible day,In this terrible night —I may still have light.Such as I have had,That I go not mad.This is what I seek —I..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Henry George
(Melbourne)I CAME to buy a book. It was a shopDown in a narrow quiet street, and hereThey kept, I knew, these socialistic books.I entered. All was..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
The Australian Flag
PURE blue Flag of heavenWith your silver stars,Not beside those Crosses'Blood-stained torture-bars:Not beside the tokenThe foul sea-harlot gave,Pure..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams