A Marching Song (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips ...
IRed SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey,windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers ...
SIR OSMOND'S youth in camps was bred,And manly sports still pleas'd his age:Beneath his spear the wolf had bled;His arm ...
In lands that are now forgotten, In the old wild days of yore,The Four Strong Men made compact That they ...
Quand le ciel bas et lourd p?se comme un couvercleSur l'esprit g?missant en proie aux longs ennuis,Et que de l'horizon ...
(A Memory of August, 1883)I STOOD in the ghastly gleaming night by the swollen, sullen flowOf the dreadful river that ...
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocks ...
All night fell hammers, shock on shock; With echoes Newgate's granite clang'd: ...
This morning saw I, fled the shower,The earth reclining in a lull of power:The heavens, pursuing not their path,Lay stretched ...
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocksTangled ...
One river from the mountain springs was born, Into three several streams its course was torn. For one ...
Is there any room for the poet In this nineteenth century time—Room for the poet for singing His thoughts and ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay And could ...
The line breaks and the guns go under, The lords and the lackeys ride the plain; I draw deep breaths ...
This great purple butterfly, In the prison of my hands, Has a learning in his eye Not a poor fool ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
ONE thing in all things have I seen: One thought has haunted earth and air: Clangour and silence both have ...
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