Hertha (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
I am that which began;Out of me the years roll;Out of me God and man;I am equal and whole;God changes, ...
I am that which began;Out of me the years roll;Out of me God and man;I am equal and whole;God changes, ...
No cloud to dim the splendour of the dayWhich breaks o'er Naples and her lovely bay,And lights that brilliant sea ...
To die for what we love! Oh! there is powerIn the true heart, and pride, and joy, for this;It is ...
'Tis the midnight hour; I heardThe Abbey-bell give out the word.Seldom is the lamp-ray shedOn some dwarfed foot-farer's headIn the ...
Give us, God, to Thee now turning,Fullness of joy, tears full and burning,Of will the full refining fire!Hear our prayer ...
I.Goodnight and goodbye to the life whose signs denote usAs mourners clothed with regret for the life gone by;To the ...
Linger no more, my beloved, by abbey and cell and cathedral;Mourn not for holy ones mourning of old them who ...
TWINE the wild olive, twine!And hasten, maidens, while the dayspring calls, For when the sun is highThe leaflet droops ...
THE PANGS that guard the gates of joy, the naked sword that will be kist, how distant seem'd they to ...
There's a regret that from my bosom aye Wrings forth a dirgy sweetness, like a rain ...
"LET me no more a mendicant Without the gate Of the world's kingly palace wait; Morning is spent, The sentinels ...
O wilt Thou on the day when all is sifted, All heights of Heaven, all depths of Hell laid ...
Robbed mother of the stricken Motherland-Two hearts in one and one among the dead,Before your grave with an uncovered headI, ...
How bless'd Thy creature is, O God, When with a single eye, He views the lustre of Thy Word, The ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Shepherd. That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year. I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
I. Goodnight and goodbye to the life whose signs denote us As mourners clothed with regret for the life gone ...
I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal ...
Who is this that sits by the way, by the wild wayside, In a rent stained raiment, the robe of ...
There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin, And it roamed the velvet valley till to-day; But ...
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