To A Proud Beauty - A Valentine

Though I have loved you well, I ween,
And you, too, fancied me,
Your heart hath too divided been
A constant heart to be.
And like the gay and youthful knight,
Who loved and rode away,
Your fleeting fancy takes a flight
With every fleeting day.

So let it be as you propose,
Tho hard the struggle be;
Tis fitter far, that goodness knows!
Since we cannot agree.
Lets quarrel once for all, my sweet,
Forget the past, and then
Ill kiss each pretty girl I meet,
While youll flirt with the men.

Adam Lindsay Gordon

Adam Lindsay Gordon was an Australian poet, jockey, and politician. Born in the Azores to Scottish parents, he moved to Australia in 1853. Known for his bush ballads and lyrical poetry, Gordon's works often reflect his passions for horse racing and the Australian landscape. His notable works include "The Sick Stockrider" and "Bush Ballads and Galloping Rhymes." Unfortunately, he struggled with depression and financial troubles, leading to his untimely death at the age of 36.

Adam Lindsay Gordon

A Song Of Autumn

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Sea Spray And Smoke Drift

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The Rhyme Of Joyous Garde

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The Swimmer

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1.

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