Poems by Lord Alfred Douglas
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A Winter Sunset
... Come back ! come back ! with your passionate heat ...
Spring
... Break through the earth, pale flower, break through the earth ! ...
Autumn Days
... And he fires the sere leaves as they lie ...
Impressions De Nuit London
... Pricked out with lamps they stand like huge black towers ...
Perkin Warbeck
... xviii And we rode, and we rode, was it nine days or three ...
Jonquil And Fleur-de-lys
... iv His feet were all stained with the cowslips and grass ...
Not All The Singers Of A Thousand Years
... And mean self-love, shall live to know full well ...
Vae Victis!
... In this land where the sun still glows like an ember, ...
Ode To Autumn
... That paints the lingering leaves, while on the mould, ...
Harmonic Du Soir
... This soul that hates the vast black night of Death ...
A Prayer
... " Be strong, O friend, be strong, put off vain fears, ...
To Sleep
... False Sleep, thou hast conspired with Wakefulness, ...
To L —
... Thou that wast once my loved and loving friend, ...
In Memoriam : Francis Archibald Douglas
... Dear saint, true knight, I cannot weep for you, ...
The City Of The Soul: II
... Hide in the soul their constant quenchless light, ...
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