Francis William Lauderdale Adams

(27 September 1862 – 4 September 1893)

Poems of Francis William Lauderdale Adams

81. To Japan 4/20/2010
82. To John Ruskin 4/20/2010
83. To Karl Marx 4/20/2010
84. To Queen Victoria In England 4/20/2010
85. To Sydney Jephcott 4/20/2010
86. To The Christians 4/20/2010
87. To The Emperor William I 4/20/2010
88. To The Girls Of The Unions 4/20/2010
89. To The Sons Of Labour 4/20/2010
90. Toil 4/20/2010
91. Why He Loves Her 4/20/2010
92. William Wallace 4/20/2010

Dai Butsu

He sits. Upon the kingly head doth rest
The round-balled wimple, and the heavy rings
Touch on the shoulders where the swallow clings;
The downward garment shows the ambiguous breast;
The Face--that Face one scarce can look on, lest
One learn the secret of unspeakable things;
But the dread gaze descends with shudderings
To the veiled couched knees, the hands and thumbs close-pressed.
O lidded downcast eyes that bear the weight

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