Poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson

Epigram

Because I am idolatrous and have besought,
With grievous supplication and consuming prayer,
The admirable image that my dreams have wrought
Out of her swan's neck and her dark, abundant hair:
The jealous gods, who brook no worship save their own,
Turned my live idol marble and her heart to stone.

1. Quid Non Supremus, Amantes?
2. Vain Resolves
3. Villanelle of Marguerite's
4. Soli Cantare Periti Arcades
5. Amor Umbratilis

Thomas Hood Epigram ("After such years of dissension and strife")

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