Francis William Lauderdale Adams

(27 September 1862 – 4 September 1893)

Francis William Lauderdale Adams Poems

81. Anarchism 4/20/2010
82. Analogy 4/20/2010
83. An Assassin 4/20/2010
84. Algernon Charles Swinburne 4/20/2010
85. A Visitor In The Camp 4/20/2010
86. A Street Fight 4/20/2010
87. A Story 4/20/2010
88. A South-Sea Islander 4/20/2010
89. A Mahomedan Ship Fireman 4/20/2010
90. A Glimpse Of China 4/20/2010
91. A Fool 4/20/2010
92. A Death At Sea 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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