Adam Lindsay Gordon

(19 October 1833 – 24 June 1870 / Azores)

Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems

1. From The Wreck 2/27/2010
2. Part I: Visions In The Smoke 2/27/2010
3. Part Ii: The Fields Of Coleraine 2/27/2010
4. Part Iii: Credat Judaeus Apella 2/27/2010
5. Part Iv: Banker’s Dream 2/27/2010
6. Part V: Ex Fumo Dare Lucem 2/27/2010
7. How We Beat The Favourite 2/27/2010
8. Fauconshawe 2/27/2010
9. Pastor Cum 2/27/2010
10. Podas Okus 2/27/2010
11. Quare Fatigasti 2/27/2010
12. The Feud: A Border Ballad 2/27/2010
13. The Rhyme Of Joyous Garde 2/27/2010
14. The Roll Of The Kettledrum 2/27/2010
15. Thick-Headed Thoughts 2/27/2010
16. To A Proud Beauty ('A Valentine') 2/27/2010
17. Unshriven 2/27/2010
18. Zu Der Edlen Yagd 2/27/2010
19. In Utrumque Paratus 2/27/2010
20. Hippodromania; Or, Whiffs From The Pipe 9/7/2012
21. Fragmentary Scenes From The Road To Avernus 9/7/2012
22. Scene 1. A Castle In Normandy 9/7/2012
23. 'The Old Leaven' 9/7/2012
24. Scene 3. A Cliff On The Breton Coast, Overhanging The Sea 9/7/2012
25. No Name 3/3/2010
26. To My Sister 3/3/2010
27. Lex Talionis 2/27/2010
28. Sunlight On The Sea 2/27/2010
29. The Three Friends 2/27/2010
30. Verses Inspired By 'My Old Black Pipe' 2/27/2010
31. Rippling Water 2/27/2010
32. The Song Of The Surf 2/27/2010
33. Whisperings In Wattle-Boughs 2/27/2010
34. Wormwood And Nightshade 2/27/2010
35. Laudamus 2/27/2010
36. Cito Pede Preterit Aetas 2/27/2010
37. Thora's Song ('Ashtaroth') 1/1/2004
38. Potters' Clay 2/27/2010
39. By Flood And Field 2 2/27/2010
40. Wolf And Hound 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Adam Lindsay Gordon

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,
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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?

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