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THORA’S SONG (From Ashtaroth) By Adam Lindsay Gordon “We severed in autumn early, Ere the earth was torn by the plough ; The wheat and the oats and the barley Are ripe for the harvest now. We sunder'd one misty morning, Ere the hills were dimm'd by the rain ; Through the flowers those hills adorning— Thou comest not back again.”  For the poem in full:   http://adamlindsaygordon.org/works_thorasong.htm

THORA’S SONG (From Ashtaroth) By Adam Lindsay Gordon “We severed in autumn early, Ere the earth was torn by the plough ; The wheat and the oats and the barley Are ripe for the harvest now. We sunder'd one misty morning, Ere the hills were dimm'd by the rain ; Through the flowers those hills adorning— Thou comest not back again.” For the poem in full: http://adamlindsaygordon.org/works_thorasong.htm

VISIONS IN THE SMOKE By Adam Lindsay Gordon "There's a lull in the tumult on yonder hill, And the clamour has grown less loud, Though the Babel of tongues is never still, With the presence of such a crowd. The bell has rung. With their riders up At the starting post they muster, The racers stripp'd for the 'Melbourne Cup'," http://adamlindsaygordon.org/works_visionsinthesmoke.htm

VISIONS IN THE SMOKE By Adam Lindsay Gordon "There's a lull in the tumult on yonder hill, And the clamour has grown less loud, Though the Babel of tongues is never still, With the presence of such a crowd. The bell has rung. With their riders up At the starting post they muster, The racers stripp'd for the 'Melbourne Cup'," http://adamlindsaygordon.org/works_visionsinthesmoke.htm

The Ride "From The Wreck" By Adam Lindsay Gordon 'TURN out, boys'—'What's up with our super. to-night ? The man's mad—Two hours to daybreak I'd swear— Stark mad—why, there isn't a glimmer of light.' 'Take Bolingbroke, Alec, give Jack the young mare ; Look sharp. A large vessel lies jamm'd on the reef, For the poem in full-  http://adamlindsaygordon.org/works_fromthewreck.htm

The Ride "From The Wreck" By Adam Lindsay Gordon 'TURN out, boys'—'What's up with our super. to-night ? The man's mad—Two hours to daybreak I'd swear— Stark mad—why, there isn't a glimmer of light.' 'Take Bolingbroke, Alec, give Jack the young mare ; Look sharp. A large vessel lies jamm'd on the reef, For the poem in full- http://adamlindsaygordon.org/works_fromthewreck.htm

A LEGEND OF MADRID BY ADAM LINDSAY GORDON Francesca CRUSH'D and throng'd are all the places In our amphitheatre, 'Midst a sea of swarming faces I can yet distinguish her ; Dost thou triumph, dark-brow'd Nina ? Is my secret known to thee ? On the sands of yon arena I shall yet my vengeance see. For Poem in full: http://adamlindsaygordon.org/works_alegendofmadrid.htm

A LEGEND OF MADRID BY ADAM LINDSAY GORDON Francesca CRUSH'D and throng'd are all the places In our amphitheatre, 'Midst a sea of swarming faces I can yet distinguish her ; Dost thou triumph, dark-brow'd Nina ? Is my secret known to thee ? On the sands of yon arena I shall yet my vengeance see. For Poem in full: http://adamlindsaygordon.org/works_alegendofmadrid.htm

A Basket of Flowers By Adam Lindsay Gordon Still bloom in the garden Green grass-plot, fresh lawn, Though pasture lands harden And drought fissures yawn. While leaves not a few fall, Let rose-leaves for you fall Leaves pearl-strung with dew-fall, And gold shot with dawn. For The Poem In Full: http://adamlindsaygordon.org/works_abasketofflowers.htm

A Basket of Flowers By Adam Lindsay Gordon Still bloom in the garden Green grass-plot, fresh lawn, Though pasture lands harden And drought fissures yawn. While leaves not a few fall, Let rose-leaves for you fall Leaves pearl-strung with dew-fall, And gold shot with dawn. For The Poem In Full: http://adamlindsaygordon.org/works_abasketofflowers.htm

A SCENE FROM "ASHTAROTH" By Adam Lindsay Gordon "From fathomless depths of abysses, Where fires unquenchable burst, From the blackness of darkness, where hisses The brood of the serpent accurs'd ; From shrines where the hymns are the weeping And wailing and gnashing of teeth, Where the palm is the pang never sleeping, Where the worm never dying is the wreath ;

A SCENE FROM "ASHTAROTH" By Adam Lindsay Gordon "From fathomless depths of abysses, Where fires unquenchable burst, From the blackness of darkness, where hisses The brood of the serpent accurs'd ; From shrines where the hymns are the weeping And wailing and gnashing of teeth, Where the palm is the pang never sleeping, Where the worm never dying is the wreath ;

Ars Longa (On fully mastering a technique, with our lives being so short) [A Song of Pilgrimage] OUR hopes are wild imaginings, Our schemes are airy castles, Yet these, on earth, are lords and kings, And we their slaves and vassals ; Yon dream, forsooth, of buoyant youth, Most ready to deceive is, But age will own the bitter truth, 'Ars longa, vita brevis.'

Ars Longa (On fully mastering a technique, with our lives being so short) [A Song of Pilgrimage] OUR hopes are wild imaginings, Our schemes are airy castles, Yet these, on earth, are lords and kings, And we their slaves and vassals ; Yon dream, forsooth, of buoyant youth, Most ready to deceive is, But age will own the bitter truth, 'Ars longa, vita brevis.'

Whisperings in Wattle-Boughs OH, gaily sings the bird, and the wattle-boughs are stirr'd And rustled by the scented breath of spring ; Oh, the dreary, wistful longing ! Oh, the faces that are thronging ! Oh, the voices that are vaguely whispering !                       Adam Lindsay Gordon Poem in full. http://adamlindsaygordon.org/works_whisperingsinwattle.htm

Whisperings in Wattle-Boughs OH, gaily sings the bird, and the wattle-boughs are stirr'd And rustled by the scented breath of spring ; Oh, the dreary, wistful longing ! Oh, the faces that are thronging ! Oh, the voices that are vaguely whispering ! Adam Lindsay Gordon Poem in full. http://adamlindsaygordon.org/works_whisperingsinwattle.htm

De Te (Of Thee) A BURNING glass of burnish'd brass, The calm sea caught the noontide rays, And sunny slopes of golden grass And wastes of weed-flower seem to blaze. Beyond the shining silver-greys, Beyond the shades of denser bloom, The sky-line girt with glowing haze, The farthest faintest forest gloom, And the everlasting hills that loom. (Adam Lindsay Gordon)

De Te (Of Thee) A BURNING glass of burnish'd brass, The calm sea caught the noontide rays, And sunny slopes of golden grass And wastes of weed-flower seem to blaze. Beyond the shining silver-greys, Beyond the shades of denser bloom, The sky-line girt with glowing haze, The farthest faintest forest gloom, And the everlasting hills that loom. (Adam Lindsay Gordon)

A Moral Discourse Lex Talionis  (The Law of Retaliation) http://www.animalsaustralia.org/  "TO beasts of the field, and fowls of the air, And fish of the sea alike, Man's hand is ever slow to spare, And ever ready to strike ; With a license to kill, and to work our will, In season by land or by water, To our heart's content we may take our fill Of the joys we derive from slaughter. (Adam Lindsay Gordon 1833-1870

A Moral Discourse Lex Talionis (The Law of Retaliation) http://www.animalsaustralia.org/ "TO beasts of the field, and fowls of the air, And fish of the sea alike, Man's hand is ever slow to spare, And ever ready to strike ; With a license to kill, and to work our will, In season by land or by water, To our heart's content we may take our fill Of the joys we derive from slaughter. (Adam Lindsay Gordon 1833-1870