Francis William Lauderdale Adams

(27 September 1862 – 4 September 1893)

Francis William Lauderdale Adams Poems

1. A Death At Sea 4/20/2010
2. A Fool 4/20/2010
3. A Glimpse Of China 4/20/2010
4. A Mahomedan Ship Fireman 4/20/2010
5. A South-Sea Islander 4/20/2010
6. A Story 4/20/2010
7. A Street Fight 4/20/2010
8. A Visitor In The Camp 4/20/2010
9. Algernon Charles Swinburne 4/20/2010
10. An Assassin 4/20/2010
11. Analogy 4/20/2010
12. Anarchism 4/20/2010
13. Art 4/20/2010
14. At The West India Docks 4/20/2010
15. Australia 4/20/2010
16. Aux Ternes 4/20/2010
17. Axiom 4/20/2010
18. Belgravia By Night 7/10/2012
19. Dai Butsu 1/1/2004
20. Dedication To His Love 4/20/2010
21. Defeat? 4/20/2010
22. Dirge 4/20/2010
23. Drill 4/20/2010
24. Dublin At Dawn 4/20/2010
25. Elsie 4/20/2010
26. England 4/20/2010
27. England In Egypt 4/20/2010
28. Epode 4/20/2010
29. Evening Hymn In The Hovels 4/20/2010
30. Farewell To The Children 4/20/2010
31. Farewell To The Market 4/20/2010
32. Father Abe 4/20/2010
33. Fling Out The Flag 4/20/2010
34. From A Verandah 4/20/2010
35. Gordon's Grave 1/4/2003
36. Greek Lyrics 4/20/2010
37. Hagar 4/20/2010
38. Henry George 4/20/2010
39. Her Poem 4/20/2010
40. Holy Russia 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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Love And Death

Death? is it death you give? So be it! O Death,
   thou hast been long my friend, and now thy pale
cool cheek shall have my kiss, while the faint breath
expires on thy still lips, O lovely Death!

Come then, loose hands, fair Life, without a wail!
   We've had good hours together, and you were sweet
what time love whispered with the nightingale,
tho' ever your music by the lark's would fail.

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