Faux Prussia.
Anna Bolina.
Brimful of Asha.
But the silence was unbroken.
Alice’s Evidence.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning.
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun.
Lower Woods, Shibden Hall.
How well the skilful Gardener drew, Of flowers and herbs this
Through a fragrant Zodiack run.
Hurl’d headlong flaming.
Two paradises ‘twere in one.
Bottomless perdition.
Confounded though immortal.
Rais’d impious war in Heav'n.
Mount Sodom.
Prelude to Mishima.
Elektrostal’s early light.
Confessions.
Morley or Marley or Merlin.
The Thought Fox.
Lady Macbeth.
Zenocrate.
Looking Oppositely.
Byron in Venice.
The Buried Life of Lucy Snowe.
Inside the House of Fiction.
Privy Council.
Milton’s Daughters.
Boho Boudica.
Little Red Boudica.
I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful - a faery’s child,
I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever-dew.
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone?
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?
Confessions of the Flesh.