Adam Lindsay Gordon

Adam Lindsay Gordon. 1833 to 1870 Australia's first poet of note who created the foundations for Australian Literature. Gordon was a Police Trooper, Drover, Jockey, Member of Parliament and above all, a poet. He is the only Australian to have his memorial in The Poets' Corner of Westminster Abbey.
Adam Lindsay Gordon, reckless in everything that he did. On 28th July 1864 he was out horse riding with friends  near the Blue Lake Mount Gambier, South Australia. The spent the day in seeing who could follow in doing the most daring of jumps. On their way home they heard a rattle of hooves behind them and turned to see Gordon jump over a post and rail fence And then back again on an extremely narrow ledge with a 250 perpendicular drop. A false step would have meant certain death.

Adam Lindsay Gordon, reckless in everything that he did. On 28th July 1864 he was out horse riding with friends near the Blue Lake Mount Gambier, South Australia. The spent the day in seeing who could follow in doing the most daring of jumps. On their way home they heard a rattle of hooves behind them and turned to see Gordon jump over a post and rail fence And then back again on an extremely narrow ledge with a 250 perpendicular drop. A false step would have meant certain death.

BELLONA - GODDESS OF WAR (Canberra's First Statue) http://www.canberrahistoryweb.com/bellona.htm "Thy breath stirreth faction and party. Men rise, and no voice can avail To stay them—rose-tinted Astarte Herself at thy presence turns pale. For deeper and richer the crimson That gathers behind thee throws forth A halo thy raiment and limbs on, And leaves a red track in the path That flows thy wine-press of wrath." (Adam Lindsay Gordon)

BELLONA - GODDESS OF WAR (Canberra's First Statue) http://www.canberrahistoryweb.com/bellona.htm "Thy breath stirreth faction and party. Men rise, and no voice can avail To stay them—rose-tinted Astarte Herself at thy presence turns pale. For deeper and richer the crimson That gathers behind thee throws forth A halo thy raiment and limbs on, And leaves a red track in the path That flows thy wine-press of wrath." (Adam Lindsay Gordon)

Flemington Racecourse Melbourne Hunt Club Meeting Saturday 10 October 1868 Adam Lindsay Gordon, as a jockey, won 3 steeplechase races in one day. For a full description of the race meeting see:  http://1drv.ms/1mRFbAW

Flemington Racecourse Melbourne Hunt Club Meeting Saturday 10 October 1868 Adam Lindsay Gordon, as a jockey, won 3 steeplechase races in one day. For a full description of the race meeting see: http://1drv.ms/1mRFbAW

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

DELILAH (From a Picture) By Adam Lindsay Gordon. "Sleep sound on that breast fair and ample ; Dull brain, and dim eyes, and deaf ears, Feel not the cold touch on your temple, Heed not the faint clash of the shears. It comes !—with the gleam of the lamps on The curtains—that voice—does it jar On thy soul in the night-watch ? Ho ! Samson, Upon thee the Philistines are."

DELILAH (From a Picture) By Adam Lindsay Gordon. "Sleep sound on that breast fair and ample ; Dull brain, and dim eyes, and deaf ears, Feel not the cold touch on your temple, Heed not the faint clash of the shears. It comes !—with the gleam of the lamps on The curtains—that voice—does it jar On thy soul in the night-watch ? Ho ! Samson, Upon thee the Philistines are."

Adam Lindsay Gordon, who died in Brighton, Victoria in 1870.                                                                   The only Australian to have a Memorial and Bust in The Poets' Corner of Westminster Abbey.                         Unveiled in 1934 (80 years ago) by King George the Sixth who was the then Duke of York.                The Bust was made by Kathleen Hilton-Young, whose first husband was Robert Scott, Antarctic Explorer. Website: http://www.adamlindsaygordon.org

Adam Lindsay Gordon, who died in Brighton, Victoria in 1870. The only Australian to have a Memorial and Bust in The Poets' Corner of Westminster Abbey. Unveiled in 1934 (80 years ago) by King George the Sixth who was the then Duke of York. The Bust was made by Kathleen Hilton-Young, whose first husband was Robert Scott, Antarctic Explorer. Website: http://www.adamlindsaygordon.org

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

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