Jonquil And Fleur-de-lys (Lord Alfred Douglas Poems)
iJonquil was a shepherd lad,White he was as the curded cream,Hair like the buttercups he had,And wet green eyes like ...
iJonquil was a shepherd lad,White he was as the curded cream,Hair like the buttercups he had,And wet green eyes like ...
The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking.When Ariadne in her bower was waking;Her eyelids still were closing, and she ...
THERE between the treesThe prying Fauns and Woodmen darkAnd prick-ear'd Satyrs her did mark,How all abandon'd to her moodOf careless ...
1.O goat-foot God of Arcady!This modern world is grey and old,And what remains to us of thee?No more the shepherd ...
Once, long ago, before the godsHad left this earth, by stream and forest glade,Where the first plough upturned the clinging ...
Through the water-eye of night,Midway between eve and dawn,See the chase, the rout, the flightIn deep forest; oread, faun,Goat-foot, antlers ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
I. O goat-foot God of Arcady! This modern world is grey and old, And what remains to us of thee? ...
(To Sarah Bernhardt) How vain and dull this common world must seem To such a One as thou, who should'st ...
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
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