Perkin Warbeck (Lord Alfred Douglas Poems)
iAt Turney in Flanders I was bornFore-doomed to splendour and sorrow,For I was a king when they cut the corn,And ...
iAt Turney in Flanders I was bornFore-doomed to splendour and sorrow,For I was a king when they cut the corn,And ...
iJonquil was a shepherd lad,White he was as the curded cream,Hair like the buttercups he had,And wet green eyes like ...
Vitus came tripping over the grassWhen all the leaves in the trees were green,Through the green meadows he did passOn ...
Thou sombre lady of down-bended head,And weary lashes drooping to the cheek,With sweet sad fold of lips uncomforted,And listless hands ...
Alas ! I have lost my God,My beautiful God Apollo.Wherever his footsteps trodMy feet were wont to follow.But Oh ! ...
Here in this isleThe summer still lingers,And Autumn's brown fingers So busy the while With the leaves in the north; Are scarcely put ...
The sun sinks down, the tremulous daylight dies.(Down their long shafts the weary sunbeams glide.)The white-winged ships drift with the ...
Wake up again, sad heart, wake up again !(I heard the birds this morning singing sweet.)Wake up again ! The ...
There is an isle in an unfurrowed seaThat I wot of, whereon the whole year roundThe apple-blossoms and the rosebuds ...
Mere des souvenirs, mattresses des mattressesMother of Memories! O mistress-queen !Oh ! all my joy and all my duty thou ...
Alas! and oh that Spring should come againUpon the soft wings of desired days,And bring with her no anodyne to ...
Through the still air of nightSuddenly comes, alone and shrill,Like the far-off voice of the distant light,The single piping trillOf ...
I carved an image coloured like the night,Winged with huge wings, stern-browed and menacing,With hair caught back, and diademed like ...
Into the silence of the empty nightI went, and took my scorned heart with me,And all the thousand eyes of ...
Roses red and white,Every rose is hanging her head,Silently comes the lady Night,Only the flowers can hear her tread.All day ...
Voici venir le tempsNow is the hour when, swinging in the breeze,Each flower, like a censer, sheds its sweet.The air ...
Often the western wind has sung to me,There have been voices in the streams and meres,And pitiful trees have told ...
I have been through the woods to-dayAnd the leaves were falling,Summer had crept away,And the birds were not calling.And the ...
See what a mass of gems the city wearsUpon her broad live bosom ! row on rowRubies and emeralds and ...
Not all the singers of a thousand yearsCan open English prisons. No. Though hellOpened for Tracian Orpheus, now the spellOf ...
What shall we do, my soul, to please the King?Seeing he hath no pleasure in the dance,And hath condemned the ...
I dreamed of him last night, I saw his faceAll radiant and unshadowed of distress,And as of old, in music ...
Ah, Sleep, to me thou com'st not in the guiseOf one who brings good gifts to weary men,Balm for bruised ...
Dear friend, dear brother, I have owed you thisSince many days, the tribute of a song.Shall I cheat you who ...
To see the moment holds a madrigal,To find some cloistered place, some hermitageFor free devices, some deliberate cageWherein to keep ...
I know a green grass path that leaves the field,And like a running river, winds alongInto a leafy wood where ...
Thou that wast once my loved and loving friend,A friend no more, I had forgot thee quite,Why hast thou come ...
Most tuneful singer, lover tenderest,Most sad, most piteous, and most musical,Thine is the shrine more pilgrim-worn than allThe shrines of ...
The frosty sky, like a furnace burning,The keen air, crisp and cold,And a sunset that splashes the clouds with goldBut ...
Steal from the meadows, rob the tall green hills,Ravish my orchard's blossoms, let me bindA crown of orchard flowers and ...
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