Algernon Charles Swinburne
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Algernon Charles Swinburnewas an English poet, playwright, novelist, and critic. He wrote several novels and collections of poetry such as Poems and Ballads, and contributed to the famous Eleventh Edition of the Encyclopædia Britannica. A controversial figure at the time, Swinburne was a sado-masochist and alcoholic and was obsessed with the Middle Ages and lesbianism...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth5 April 1837
dark light lust
Life is the lust of a lamp for the light that is dark till the dawn of the day that we die.
spring world sun
The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring.
fate men compensation
When fate has allowed to any man more than one great gift, accident or necessity seems usually to contrive that one shall encumber and impede the other.
atheism beast
The beast faith lives on its own dung.
moving sleep wind
I shall sleep, and move with the moving ships, Change as the winds change, veer in the tide.
experience weakness meekness
Let weakness learn meekness.
frogs tadpoles poet
The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog.
faith truth believe
Doubt is faith in the main: but faith, on the whole, is doubt; We cannot believe by proof: but could we believe without?
long enough ends
I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end
heart light grows
In hawthorn-time the heart grows light.
marriage sorrow theism
When I hear that a friend has fallen into matrimony, I feel the same sorrow as if I had heard of his lapsing into theism.
friendship
Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.
loyalty spiritual pain
The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty ... a man with no loyalty in him, with no sense of love or reverence or devotion due to something outside and above his poor daily life, with its pains and pleasures, profits and losses, is as evil a case as man can be.
world pagan pale
Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;/ We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed on the fullness of death