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
flower garden weather
In friendship's fragrant garden, There are flowers of every hue. Each with its own fair beauty And its gift of joy for you. Friendship's Garden If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather.
life weather rose
If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather.
weed hands weather
In fierce March weather White waves break tether, And whirled together At either hand, Like weeds uplifted, The tree-trunks rifted In spars are drifted, Like foam or sand.
sleep light heaven
Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?
moving sleep wind
I shall sleep, and move with the moving ships, Change as the winds change, veer in the tide.
dream song art
In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part. To sleep for a season and hear no word Of true love's truth or of light love's art, Only the song of a secret bird.
fate sea rocks
Fate is a sea without a shore, and the soul is a rock that abides.
spring rain winter
For winter's rains and ruins are over... And in Green under wood and cover Blossum by blossom the spring begins.
desire delight outrun
The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight.
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.
time wife our-love
Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.
memories eye past
On the mountains of memory by the world's wellsprings, in all man's eyes, where the light of life of him is on all past things, death only dies.
song failure vines
The more congenial page of some tenth-rate poeticule worn out with failure after failure and now squat in his hole like the tailless fox, he is curled up to snarl and whimper beneath the inaccessible vine of song.
kings men precedent
Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist.