A Jacobite’s Exile (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
The weary day runs down and dies,The weary night wears through:And never an hour is fair wi' flower,And never a ...
The weary day runs down and dies,The weary night wears through:And never an hour is fair wi' flower,And never a ...
I hid my heart in a nest of roses,Out of the sun's way, hidden apart;In a softer bed than the ...
Heart's ease or pansy, pleasure or thought,Which would the picture give us of these?Surely the heart that conceived it soughtHeart's ...
PART IIt is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips ...
MY LIFE is bitter with thy love; thine eyesBlind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighsDivide my flesh and ...
I am that which began;Out of me the years roll;Out of me God and man;I am equal and whole;God changes, ...
Between the green bud and the redYouth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart,God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
A faint sea without wind or sun;A sky like flameless vapour dun; A valley like an unsealed graveThat no ...
Fire and wild light of hope and doubt and fear,Wind of swift change, and clouds and hours that veerAs the ...
I.Years upon years, as a course of clouds that thickenThronging the ways of the wind that shifts and veers,Pass, and ...
I.AT threescore years and five aroused anew To rule in India, forth a soldier went On whose bright-fronted ...
HIGH priest of Homer, not elect in vain, Deep trumpets blow before thee, shawms behind Mix music with ...
Far-fetched and dear-bought, as the proverb rehearses,Is good, or was held so, for ladies: but noughtIn a song can be ...
Heart's ease or pansy, pleasure or thought,Which would the picture give us of these?Surely the heart that conceived it sought ...
But now life's face beholden Seemed bright as heaven's bare browWith hope of gifts withholden But now. ...
I hid my heart in a nest of roses, Out of the sun's way, hidden apart; In a softer bed ...
Inside this northern summer's fold The fields are full of naked gold, Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves; The ...
CHILD, when they say that others Have been or are like you, Babes fit to be your brothers, Sweet human ...
Far beyond the sunrise and the sunset rises Heaven, with worlds on worlds that lighten and respond: Thought can see ...
Send the stars light, but send not love to me. Shelley. I Out of the dawning heavens that hear Young ...
Fire and wild light of hope and doubt and fear, Wind of swift change, and clouds and hours that veer ...
But now life's face beholden Seemed bright as heaven's bare brow With hope of gifts withholden But now. From time's ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
Heart's ease or pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give us of these? Surely the heart that conceived ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
I. Years upon years, as a course of clouds that thicken Thronging the ways of the wind that shifts and ...
The heavenly bay, ringed round with cliffs and moors, Storm-stained ravines, and crags that lawns inlay, Soothes as with love ...
I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal ...
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