Lord Alfred Douglas

The work and life of Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Bruce Douglas. Poet, author, editor, translator, critic and correspondent. 22 October 1870 – 20 March 1945

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Lord Alfred Douglas

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Lord Alfred Douglas

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A response from Douglas to Mr John Nayler 

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Where level lawns sweep through the stately trees, and the great peacocks walk like painted kings...

Lord Alfred Douglas 

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In the salt terror of a stormy sea there are high altitudes the mind forgets... But we being gods will never bend the knee, though sad moons shadow every sun that sets...

Lord Alfred Douglas, 1897

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Thou sombre lady of down-bended head, weary lashes drooping to the cheek, with sweet sad fold of lips uncomforted and listless hands more tired with strife than meek

Lord Alfred Douglas

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O rare sweet hour ! O cup of golden wine !

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the air is full of soft imaginings

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Why dost thou wrong me?

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For my brothers and sisters were black as the gate...whereby I shall pass to-morrow, but I was white and delicate and born to splendour and to sorrow.

Lord Alfred Douglas