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").
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
An Assassin
. . . They caught him at the bend. He and his sonSat in the car, revolvers in their laps.From either side the stone-walled wintry roadThere flashed..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
A South-Sea Islander
ALOLL in the warm clear water,On her back with languorous limbs,She lies. The baby upon her breastsPaddles and falls and swims.With half-closed eyes..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
The Peasants' Revolt
THRO' the mists of years,Thro' the lies of men,Your bloody sweat and tears,Your desperate hopes and fearsReach us once again,Brothers, who long..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Elsie
A MemoryLITTLE elfin maid,Old, though scarce two years,With your big dark hazel eyesTenderer than tears,And your rosebud mouthLisping jocund..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
The Caged Eagle
. . . I went the other dayTo see the birds and beasts they keep enmewedIn the London Zoo. One of the first I saw —One of the first I noticed, was an..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
At The West India Docks
(A Memory of August, 1883)I STOOD in the ghastly gleaming night by the swollen, sullen flowOf the dreadful river that rolls her tides through the..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
To Sydney Jephcott
(The friend my verse won for me)With a Copy of My 'Poetical Works''TAKE with all my heart, friend, this,The labour of my past,Though the heart here..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
To The Girls Of The Unions
GIRLS, we love you, and loveAsks you to give againThat which draws it above,Beautiful, without stain.Give us weariless faithIn our Cause pure..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Dirge
(Brisbane)'A little Soldier of the Army of the Night'BURY him without a word!No appeal to death;Only the call of the birdAnd the blind spring's..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
A Mahomedan Ship Fireman
UP from the oven pit,The hell where poor men toil,At the sunset hour he comesClean-clothed, washed from soil.On the fo'c's'le head he kneels,His face..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Hong-Kong Lyrics
IAT anchor in that harbour of the island,The Chinese Gate,We lay where, terraced under green-clad highland,The Sea-town sate.Ships, steamers..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams
Père-La-Chaise
(PARIS)I STOOD in Père-la-Chaise. The putrid City,Paris, the harlot of the nations, lay,The bug-bright thing that knows not love nor pity,Flashing..
© Francis William Lauderdale Adams