Adam Lindsay Gordon

Here's a health to every sportsman, be he stableman or lord,
If his heart be true,
I care not what his pocket may afford;
And may he ever pleasantly each gallant sport pursue,

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,

Aye, snows are rife in December,
And sheaves are in August yet,
And you would have me remember,
And I would rather forget;

The Lord shall slay or the Lord shall save
He is righteous whether He save or slay —Brother, give thanks for the gifts He gave,
Though the gifts He gave He hath taken away
Shall we strive for that which is nothing

Adieu to kindred hearts and home,
To pleasure, joy, and mirth,
A fitter foot than mine to roam Could scarcely tread the earth;
For they are now so few indeed (Not more than three in all),

IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great and small, Of the dust reclaimed from the sand waste lone; Weary and wasted, and worn and wan, Feeble and faint, and languid and low, He la...

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