Francis William Lauderdale Adams

(27 September 1862 – 4 September 1893)

Francis William Lauderdale Adams Poems

1. Art 4/20/2010
2. Defeat? 4/20/2010
3. Love And Death 1/4/2003
4. A Death At Sea 4/20/2010
5. To Queen Victoria In England 4/20/2010
6. Anarchism 4/20/2010
7. Dedication To His Love 4/20/2010
8. London 4/20/2010
9. Axiom 4/20/2010
10. Drill 4/20/2010
11. Why He Loves Her 4/20/2010
12. William Wallace 4/20/2010
13. The Peasants' Revolt 4/20/2010
14. A Street Fight 4/20/2010
15. Australia 4/20/2010
16. Père-La-Chaise 4/20/2010
17. Hong-Kong Lyrics 4/20/2010
18. Dirge 4/20/2010
19. A Mahomedan Ship Fireman 4/20/2010
20. To The Girls Of The Unions 4/20/2010
21. To Sydney Jephcott 4/20/2010
22. Aux Ternes 4/20/2010
23. At The West India Docks 4/20/2010
24. The Caged Eagle 4/20/2010
25. Elsie 4/20/2010
26. An Assassin 4/20/2010
27. A South-Sea Islander 4/20/2010
28. To Karl Marx 4/20/2010
29. Toil 4/20/2010
30. To John Ruskin 4/20/2010
31. Dai Butsu 1/1/2004
32. To The Sons Of Labour 4/20/2010
33. A Glimpse Of China 4/20/2010
34. Dublin At Dawn 4/20/2010
35. In Trafalgar Square 4/20/2010
36. Epode 4/20/2010
37. England 4/20/2010
38. To The Emperor William I 4/20/2010
39. A Visitor In The Camp 4/20/2010
40. England In Egypt 4/20/2010
Best Poem of Francis William Lauderdale Adams

Art

'YES, let Art go, if it must be
That with it men must starve —
If Music, Painting, Poetry
Spring from the wasted hearth!'
Yes, let Art go, till once again
Through fearless heads and hands
The toil of millions and the pain
Be passed from out the lands:
Till from the few their plunder falls
To those who've toiled and earned
But misery's hopeless intervals
From those who've robbed and spurned.
Yes, let Art go, without a fear,
Like Autumn flowers we burn,
For, with her reawakening year,
Be sure she will return! —
Return, but greater, nobler ...

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Gordon's Grave

All the heat and the glow and the hush
   of the summer afternoon;
the scent of the sweet-briar bush
   over bowing grass-blades and broom;

the birds that flit and pass;
   singing the song he knows,
the grass-hopper in the grass;
   the voice of the she-oak boughs.

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