Adam Lindsay Gordon's Poetry, by written

• Fragmentary Scenes From The Road To Avernus

  Scene I
  "Discontent"

  316 lines
• Podas Okus

  Am I waking?  Was I sleeping?
  Dearest, are you watching yet?

  187 lines
• Thick-Headed Thoughts: Part 3

  'Tis a wicked world we live in;
  Wrong in reason, wrong in rhyme;

  23 lines
• The Road to Avernus, Scene XI 'Ten Paces Off'

  FORREST
  I've won the two tosses from Prescot;

  84 lines
• Rippling Water

  The maiden sat by the river side
  (The rippling water murmurs by),

  89 lines
• Whisperings in Wattle-Boughs

  Oh, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirr'd
  And rustled by the scented breath of spring;

  33 lines, 1 comment
• Thick-headed Thoughts: Part 1

  I've something of the bull-dog in my breed,
  The spaniel is developed somewhat less;

  34 lines
• Thick-Headed Thoughts: Part 2

  A man is independent of the world,
  And little recks of strife or angry brawl,

  8 lines
• Hippodromania; Or, Whiffs From The Pipe

  Part I
  Visions in the Smoke

  742 lines
• The Rhyme of Joyous Garde

  Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense
  With fumes of the flowery frankincense

  357 lines
• The Race

  On the hill they are crowding together,
  In the stand they are crushing for room,

  206 lines
• The Song of the Surf

  WHITE steeds of ocean, that leap with a hollow and wearisome roar
  On the bar of ironstone steep, not a fathom’s length from the shor

  34 lines
• A Translation

  Ingenuas didicisse fideliter artes
  Emolht mores, nee sinit esseferos,

  6 lines
• To A. Patchett Martin

  I 'VE something of the bulldog in my breed,
  The spaniel is developed rather less,

  3 lines
• To The Same (Charles Walker)

  PUT no faith in aught you meet with, friends or lovers,
  new or old,

  26 lines
• Valedictory Poem

  Lay me low, my work is done;
  I am weary. Lay me low,

  43 lines
• The Road to Avernus Scene VII: Two Exhortations

  MELCHIOR
  Surely, in the great beginning God made all things good, and still

  62 lines
• The Feud: A Border Ballad

  PLATE I
  Rixa super mero

  390 lines
• A Hunting Rhyme

  THERE'S lots of refusing and falls and mishaps.
  Who 's down on the Chestnut ? He 's hurt himself p'raps.

  3 lines
• To The Same (Charles Walker again)

  CHARLEY  Here I am at last
  Quartered in my old position,

  7 lines
• To Charles Walker

  WHEREAS ! L. Gordon having gone away
  By virtue of the law we here decree

  18 lines
• To My Soul

  GORDON'S LAST POEM
  Tired and worn, and wearisome for love

  22 lines
• Argemone

  The terrible night-watch is over,
  I turn where I lie,

  152 lines
• The Patrol And The Gold-Digger

  An Episode in the Life of the Poet while in the
  Mounted, Police Force in Australia

  60 lines
• An Unfinished Poem

  All night I've heard the marsh-frog's croak,
  The jay's rude matins now prevail,

  87 lines
• Unpublished Poem I

  JONES plays the deuce with his grammar,
  Knocks time and tense into tin-tacks ;

  43 lines
• Unpublished Poem II

  WHENEVER you meet with a man from home
  Who laughs at the falls and the fences here,

  27 lines
• The Death Of Nelson

  'TWAS midst the battle's echoing din
  And the cannon's thundering roar,

  79 lines
• How We Beat The Favourite

  A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup
  "Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him at evens;

  124 lines, 5 comments
• Bellona

  Thou art moulded in marble impassive,
  False goddess, fair statue of strife,

  78 lines

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