The Garden Of Death (Lord Alfred Douglas Poems)
There is an isle in an unfurrowed seaThat I wot of, whereon the whole year roundThe apple-blossoms and the rosebuds ...
There is an isle in an unfurrowed seaThat I wot of, whereon the whole year roundThe apple-blossoms and the rosebuds ...
Over the water the shadows are creeping,Lost are the lights on Bellagio's shore,Goddess and Faun in the garden are sleeping,Only ...
I carved an image coloured like the night,Winged with huge wings, stern-browed and menacing,With hair caught back, and diademed like ...
ONE face alone, one face alone,These eyes require;But, when that long'd-for sight is shown,What fatal fireShoots through my veins a ...
{TO THE Generous SUBSCRIBERS, &c}. The Author finding all Attempts prove vain,Those glittering Smiles from Fortune to obtain:That purblind Goddess ...
LEAVE now our streets, and in yon plain beholdThose pleasant Seats for the reduced and old;A merchant's gift, whose wife ...
A curvaceous body in the To Nu painting.O goddess of beauty! 'T is hither that you reign?Where are you now? ...
na may sta da nari shudi dy pakarna da zulfi wal pa wal laka khamarna da bati pashan danga ghari ...
Forget, forget, and be not sorrowful at all!Ah, tend no more, in gardens of the terrene years,This wormwood flowering tall ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The moment I close my eyes in meditation on the unfathomable I visualize golden fleeces of cloud ...
I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the Belgian nuns gave me for ...
It brings to mind Swift leaving a fortune to Dublin 'For the founding of a lunatic asylum - no place ...
Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of ...
"Remember, you loved me, when we were young, one day" The words of the song in Tauber's mellifluous tenor Haunt ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam. And touched in every river camp from Dawson down ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
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