Adam Lindsay Gordon
Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems
- A Song Of Autumn ‘WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad ...
- An Exile's Farewell The ocean heaves around us still With ...
- The Swimmer With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To ...
- A Dedication They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less ...
- Deliah [From a Picture] The sun has gone down, spreading ...
- Ashtaroth: A Dramatic Lyric Dramatis Personae
- Doubtful Dreams Aye, snows are rife in December, And sheaves...
Gordon was born at Fayal in the Azores, son of Captain Adam Durnford Gordon who had married his first cousin, Harriet Gordon, both of whom were descended from Adam of Gordon of the ballad. Captain Gordon, who had retired from the Bengal cavalry and taught Hindustani, was then staying at the Azores for the sake of his wife's health. After living on the island of Madeira, they went to England and lived at Cheltenham in 1840.
Gordon was sent to Cheltenham College in 1841 when he was only seven, but after he had been there a year he was sent to a school kept by the Rev. Samuel Ollis Garrard in Gloucestershire. He attended the Royal Military Academy, Woolwich in 1848, where he was a ... more »
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A Song Of Autumn
‘WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad
At the falling of the year,
When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad,
When the boughs are yellow and sere?
Where are the old ones that once we had,
And when are the new ones near?
What shall we do for our garlands glad
At the falling of the year?’
‘Child! can I tell where the garlands go?
Can I say where the lost leaves veer
On the brown-burnt banks, when the wild winds blow,
When they drift through the dead-wood drear?
Girl! when the garlands of next year glow,