Lord Alfred Douglas

Lord Alfred Douglas

Lord Alfred Bruce Douglas (22 October 1870 – 20 March 1945) was a British poet and journalist best known as the lover of Oscar Wilde.
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The Green River

I know a green grass path that leaves the field,
And like a running river, winds along Into a leafy wood where is no throng Of birds at noon-day, and no soft throats yield Their music to the moon
The place is sealed,
An unclaimed so...

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The Travelling Companion

Into the silence of the empty nightI went, and took my scorned heart with me,
And all the thousand eyes of heaven were bright;
But Sorrow came and led me back to thee
I turned my weary eyes towards the sun,

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Plainte Eternelle

The sun sinks down, the tremulous daylight dies
(Down their long shafts the weary sunbeams glide
)The white-winged ships drift with the falling tide,
Come back, my love, with pity in your eyes

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The Ballad Of Saint Vitus

Vitus came tripping over the
When all the leaves in the trees were green,
Through the green meadows he did
On the day he was full seventeen

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Ennui

Alas
and oh that Spring should come
Upon the soft wings of desired days,
And bring with her no anodyne to pain,

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Night Coming Into A Garden

Roses red and white,
Every rose is hanging her head,
Silently comes the lady Night,
Only the flowers can hear her tread

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Sonnet On The Sonnet

To see the moment holds a madrigal,
To find some cloistered place, some hermitage For free devices, some deliberate cage Wherein to keep wild thoughts like birds in thrall;
To eat sweet honey and to taste black gall,
To fight with f...

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#the2 мин. чтения

The Garden Of Death

There is an isle in an unfurrowed
That I wot of, whereon the whole year
The apple-blossoms and the rosebuds
In early blooming ; and a many

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To L —

Thou that wast once my loved and loving friend,
A friend no more,
I had forgot thee quite,
Why hast thou come to trouble my

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Jonquil And Fleur-de-lys

Jonquil was a shepherd lad,
White he was as the curded cream,
Hair like the buttercups he had,
And wet green eyes like a full chalk

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To Sleep

Ah,
Sleep, to me thou com'st not in the
Of one who brings good gifts to weary men,
Balm for bruised hearts and fancies

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Le Balcon

Mere des souvenirs, mattresses des
Mother of Memories
O mistress-queen
Oh

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