Adam Lindsay Gordon

You'll take my tale with a little salt;
But it needs none, nevertheless
I was foiled completely - fair at fault -Disheartened, too,
I confess

I've something of the bull-dog in my breed,
The spaniel is developed somewhat less;
While life is in me I can fight and bleed,
But never the chastising hand caress

Delilah[From a Picture]The sun has gone down, spreading wide on The sky-line one ray of red fire;
Prepare the soft cushions of Sidon,
Make ready the rich loom of Tyre
The day, with its toil and its sorrow,

We severed in Autumn early,
Ere the earth was torn by the plough;
The wheat and the oats and the
Are ripe for the harvest now

The maiden sat by the river side (The rippling water murmurs by),
And sadly into the clear blue tide The salt tear fell from her clear blue eye
"'Tis fixed for better, for worse," she cried,"And to-morrow the bridegroom cl...

With short, sharp violent lights made vivid,
To the southward far as the sight can roam,
Only the swirl of the surges livid,
The seas that climb and the surfs that comb,

Fauconshawe[A Ballad]To fetch clear water out of the spring The little maid Margaret ran;
From the stream to the castle's western wing It was but a bowshot span;
On the sedgy brink where the osiers cling Lay a dead man, pallid and wan