A Ballad of Death (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears,Girdle thyself with sighing for a girthUpon the sides of mirth,Cover thy ...
Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears,Girdle thyself with sighing for a girthUpon the sides of mirth,Cover thy ...
IDEATH, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee:Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have built,One shelter ...
I.Death, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee:Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have built,One shelter ...
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, ...
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man?Wherefore now ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood,Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt ...
The burden of fair women. Vain delight, And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way, And ...
LEAVE go my hands, let me catch breath and see;Let the dew-fall drench either side of me; Clear apple-leaves ...
I.SEVEN white roses on one tree, Seven white loaves of blameless leaven,Seven white sails on one soft sea,Seven white ...
FRIEND of the dead, and friend of all my days Even since they cast off boyhood, I salute ...
Send but a song oversea for us, Heart of their hearts who are free, Heart of their singer, to be ...
STR. 1 I laid my laurel-leaf At the white feet of grief, Seeing how with covered face and plumeless wings, ...
Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow, How can thine heart be full of the spring? A thousand summers are over ...
Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears, Girdle thyself with sighing for a girth Upon the sides of ...
The burden of fair women. Vain delight, And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way, And sorrowful old age that ...
I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
Art thou indeed among these, Thou of the tyrannous crew, The kingdoms fed upon blood, O queen from of old ...
WAS it light that spake from the darkness, or music that shone from the word, When the night was enkindled ...
I -- In Church Thou whose birth on earth Angels sang to men, While thy stars made mirth, Saviour, at ...
I DEATH, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee: Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
from Atalanta in Calydon When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or ...
I. Death, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee: Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have ...
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man? Wherefore now these ...
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