An Exile’s Farewell
by Adam Lindsay Gordon
The ocean heaves around us still
With long and measured swell,
The autumn gales our canvas fill,
Our ship rides smooth and well.
The broad Atlantic’s bed of foam
Still breaks against our prow;
I shed no tears at quitting home,
Nor will I shed them now!
Against the bulwarks on the poop
I lean, and watch the sun
Behind the red horizon stoop —
His race is nearly run.
Those waves will never quench his light,
O’er which they seem to close,
To-morrow he will rise as bright
As he this morning rose.
How brightly gleams the orb of day
Across the trackless sea!
How lightly dance the waves that play
Like dolphins in our lee!
The restless waters seem to say,
In smothered tones to me,
How many thousand miles away
My native land must be!
Speak, Ocean! is my Home the same
Now all is new to me? —
The tropic sky’s resplendent flame,
The vast expanse of sea?
Does all around her, yet unchanged,
The well-known aspect wear?
Oh! can the leagues that I have ranged
Have made no difference there?
How vivid Recollection’s hand
Recalls the scene once more!
I see the same tall poplars stand
Beside the garden door;
I see the bird-cage hanging still;
And where my sister set
The flowers in the window-sill —
Can they be living yet?
Let woman’s nature cherish grief,
I rarely heave a sigh
Before emotion takes relief
In listless apathy;
While from my pipe the vapours curl
Towards the evening sky,
And ‘neath my feet the billows whirl
In dull monotony!
The sky still wears the crimson streak
Of Sol’s departing ray,
Some briny drops are on my cheek,
‘Tis but the salt sea spray!
Then let our barque the ocean roam,
Our keel the billows plough;
I shed no tears at quitting home,
Nor will I shed them now!
A few random poems:
- Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds by William Shakespeare
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- Pañuelos de La Alhambra by Mara Romero Torres
- Константин Бальмонт – Мудрецы говорят
- Shepherd And Goatherd by William Butler Yeats
- The joyful things in life by Martin Smith
- Self-Portrait poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
- Being Underwater by Sahiti Siddharth
- The Song of the Garden-Toad by Vachel Lindsay
- Summer Wind by William Cullen Bryant
- The Railroad by William Barnes
- Олег Бундур – Сорока
- Dear Bhikkhu A Eulogy
- Arithmetic on the Frontier by Rudyard Kipling
- Apology to Mr. Syme for not dining with him by Robert Burns
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Sonnet CXLIV by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXLIII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXLII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXLI by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXL by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXIX by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXIV by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXIII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXI: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CXI by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet CX by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LX by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LVIII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LVII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LVI by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LV by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LIX by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LIII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet LII by William Shakespeare
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works

Adam Lindsay Gordon (1833 – 1870) was an Australian or British-Australian poet, horseman, police officer and politician. He is considered to be one of the first national Australian poets.