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 ...
Discrowned and desolate,And wandering with dim eyes and faded hair,Singing sad songs to comfort her despair, Grey Autumn meets her fate. Forsaken ...
Down the steep west unrolled, I watch the river of the sunset flow,With all its crimson lights, and gleaming gold, Into the ...
Dear World, looking down from the highest of heights that my feet can attain,I see not the smoke of your ...
"The flowers have no scent, and the birds have no song," We read in the lesson before us,While carols enchanted came ...
CITRON, pomegranate,Apricot and peach;Flutter of apple - blowsWhiter than the snow;Filling the silenceWith their leafy speech,Budding and bloomingDown row after ...
One night, when bitterer winds than ours,On hill-sides and in valleys low,Built sepulchers for the dead flowers,And buried them in ...
Once over the ocean in distant lands,In an age long past, were two hostile bands—Two armies of men, both brave, ...
BLACK eyes, unearthly in their depth and fire, Gleam out from under shade of trellis'd vines, And faces cut more ...
When the summer gave us a longer day,And the leaves were thickest, I went away:Like an isle, through dark clouds, ...
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings; Now on ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
Dear Mother-Earth Of Titan birth, Yon hills are your large breasts, and often I Have climbed to their top-nipples, fain ...
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