Francis William Lauderdale Adams

(27 September 1862 – 4 September 1893)

Francis William Lauderdale Adams Poems

41. Hong-Kong Lyrics 4/20/2010
42. In An East End Hovel 4/20/2010
43. In The Edgware Road 4/20/2010
44. In The Pit 4/20/2010
45. In The Sea-Gardens 4/20/2010
46. In The Street 4/20/2010
47. In Trafalgar Square 4/20/2010
48. Ireland 4/20/2010
49. Jesus 4/20/2010
50. Labour — Capital — Land 4/20/2010
51. Liberty! 4/20/2010
52. London 4/20/2010
53. Lord Leitrim 4/20/2010
54. Love And Death 1/4/2003
55. Move On! 4/20/2010
56. New Guinea 4/20/2010
57. One Among So Many 4/20/2010
58. Parallels For The Pious 4/20/2010
59. Père-La-Chaise 4/20/2010
60. Post-Mortem 4/20/2010
61. Prayer 4/20/2010
62. Proem 4/20/2010
63. Something 1/4/2003
64. Song Of The Dispossessed 4/20/2010
65. The Answer 4/20/2010
66. The Australian Flag 4/20/2010
67. The Caged Eagle 4/20/2010
68. The Fisherman 4/20/2010
69. The Mass Of Christ 4/20/2010
70. The New Locksley Hall 4/20/2010
71. The Outcasts 4/20/2010
72. The Peasants' Revolt 4/20/2010
73. The Truth 4/20/2010
74. To A. L. Gordon 1/4/2003
75. To An Artist 4/20/2010
76. To An Old Friend In England 4/20/2010
77. To Charles Parnell 4/20/2010
78. To England 4/20/2010
79. To His Love 4/20/2010
80. To India 4/20/2010
Best Poem of Francis William Lauderdale Adams

The Peasants' Revolt

THRO' the mists of years,
Thro' the lies of men,
Your bloody sweat and tears,
Your desperate hopes and fears
Reach us once again,
Brothers, who long ago,
For life's bitter sake,
Toiled and suffered so,
Robbery, insult, blow,
Rope and sword and stake:
Toiled and suffered, till
It burst, the brightening hope,
'Might and right' and 'will and skill,'
That scorned, and does, and will,
Sword and stake and rope!
Wat and Jack and John,
Tyler, Straw, and Ball,
Souls that faltered not,
Hearts like white iron hot,
Still we hear your call!
Yes, ...

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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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