Poems by Lord Alfred Douglas
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The Ballad Of Saint Vitus
... And his voice was as sweet as the voice of a thrush, ...
The Garden Of Death
... all the loot Of young soft things, and all the harvesting ...
The Green River
... Of birds at noon-day, and no soft throats yield ...
To Shakespeare
... Thine is the shrine more pilgrim-worn than all ...
Le Balcon
... How strong the soul, how high the heaven's high tower ! ...
The Dead Poet
... And voiceless thoughts like murdered singing birds ...
Rejected
... Where the lutes and the flutes were playing, ...
The Travelling Companion
... I laughed and said, " The night is past and done " ...
Sonnet On The Sonnet
... Wherein to keep wild thoughts like birds in thrall ...
Night Coming Out Of A Garden
... Of a bird that has caught the scent of the dawn, ...
The Image Of Death
... I wrote these words, "O all things that have breath ...
Night Coming Into A Garden
... But I know she has walked where the daisies and grasses ...
Plainte Eternelle
... ) The white-winged ships drift with the falling tide, ...
A Song
... To-day the thrush has trilled her daintiest phrases, ...
Ennui
... My thoughts soared up like larks into the morning, ...
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