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").
Parallels For The Pious
'HE holds a pistol to my head,Swearing he will shoot me dead,If he have not my purse instead,The robber!''He, with the lash of wealth and power,Flogs..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
In The Pit
'Chant of the Firemen''THIS is the steamer's pit.The ovens like dragons of fireGlare thro' their close-lidded eyesWith restless hungry desire.'Down..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
In The Edgware Road
(TO LORD——)WILL you not buy? She asks you, my lord, youWho know the points desirable in such.She does not say that she is perfect. True,She's not too..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Lord Leitrim
BRUTE beast, at last you have it! Now we knowTruth's not a phrase, justice an idle show.Your life ran red with murder, green with lust.Blood has..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Greek Lyrics
O WORDS as clear as are the dawn sky-riftsBetween the still cloud-layers, and eke as sweetAs violets are, looking through crystal dew,And with such..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
The Fisherman
(Mindanao, Philippines)IN the dark waveless sea,Deep blue under deep blue,The fisher drifts by on the tideIn his small pole-balanced canoe.Above him..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Evening Hymn In The Hovels
'WE sow the fertile seed and then we reap it;We thresh the golden grain; we knead the bread.Others that eat are glad. In store they keep it,While we..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
To His Love
(With his first book of 'Songs')'MY Sweet, my Child, through all this nightOf dark and wind and rain,Where thunder crashes, and the lightSears the..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
The Truth
COME then, let us at least know what's the truth.Let us not blink our eyes and sayWe did not understand; old age or youthBenumbed our sense or stole..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
From A Verandah
(Sydney)'Armageddon'O CITY lapped in sun and Sabbath rest,With happy face of plenteous ease possessed,Have you no doubts that whisper, dreams that..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Algernon Charles Swinburne
SHRIEKS out of smoke, a flame of dung-straw fireThat is not quenched but hath for only fruitWhat writhes and dies not in its rotten root:Two things..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
A Fool
HE asked me of my friend — 'a clever man;Such various talent, business, journalism;A pen that might some day have sent out ‘leaders’From our greatest..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
England In Egypt
FROM the dusty jaded sunlight of the careless Cairo streets,Through the open bedroom window where the pale blue held thepalms,There came a sound of..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
A Visitor In The Camp
To Mary Robinson'WHAT, are you lost, you pretty little lady?This is no place for such sweet things as you.Our bodies, rank with sweat, will make you..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
To The Emperor William I
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 ofThe filthy sty whose..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
England
WHERE'ER I go in this dense East,In sunshine or shade,I retch at the villainous feastThat England has made,And my shame cannot understand,As scorn..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Epode
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,Lo, the fair heaven of..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
In Trafalgar Square
THE stars shone faint through the smoky blue;The church-bells were ringing;Three girls, arms laced, were passing through,Tramping and singing.Their..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Dublin At Dawn
IN the chill grey summer dawn-lightWe pass through the empty streets;The rattling wheels are all silent;No friend his fellow greets.Here and there..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
A Glimpse Of China
IIn a Sampan(Min River, Fo Kien)Up in the misty morning,Up past the gardened hills,With the rhythmic stroke of the rowers,While the blue deep pales..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
To The Sons Of Labour
GRAVE this deep in your hearts,Forget not the tale of the past!Never, never believeThat any will help you, or can,Saving only Yourselves!What have..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Dai Butsu
He sits. Upon the kingly head doth restThe round-balled wimple, and the heavy ringsTouch on the shoulders where the swallow clings;The downward..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
To John Ruskin
(After reading his 'Modern Painters')YES, you do well to mock us, youWho knew our bitter woe —To jeer the false, deny the trueIn us blind-struggling..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Toil
I TOIL, I toil, as toils a jaded horseAround the ever-changing changeless trackFrom sunrise on to sunset, till the mill,That grinds in flour my heart..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
To Karl Marx
NOT for the thought that burns on keen and clear,Heat that the heat has turned from red to white,The passion of the lone remembering nightOne with..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams