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").
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
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