A Dead Friend (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
I.Gone, O gentle heart and true, Friend of hopes foregone,Hopes and hopeful days with you Gone? Days ...
I.Gone, O gentle heart and true, Friend of hopes foregone,Hopes and hopeful days with you Gone? Days ...
Let us seek the modest May,She is down in the glen,Hiding and abidingFrom the common gaze of men,Where the silver ...
Ah, could I lay me down in this long grassAnd close my eyes, and let the quiet windBlow over me—I ...
By lagoons and reedy places,Where the little river races By the lips of dreaming pools Where the soothing water coolsMany ...
IThe heart you hold too small and local thing,Such spacious terms of edifice to bear.And ...
O the breasts of youthO the pallid waters of the fig-eatersThe cobblestones echo with the steps of morning peopleThicket of ...
My body answers you, my bloodLeaps at your maddening, piercing callThe fierce notes startle, and the veilOf this dull present ...
When you are slightly drunkThings are so close, so friendly.The road asks to be walked upon,The road rewards you for ...
I love thee, my darling, both now and forever, My heart feels the thralldom of love's mystic spell,'Tis fettered with ...
Thy plaintive muse responds to mine, And bids me speak no more of pain; Ah! could I sweep some chords ...
The day is ending, The night is descending; The marsh is frozen, The river dead. Through clouds like ashes The ...
The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows ...
Man and I are sweethearts He craves me and I long for him, But alas! Between us has appeared A ...
The poster with my picture on it Is hanging on the bulletin board in the Post Office. I stand by ...
1 EARTH, round, rolling, compact-suns, moons, animals-all these are words to be said; Watery, vegetable, sauroid advances-beings, premonitions, lispings of ...
When you are slightly drunk Things are so close, so friendly. The road asks to be walked upon, The road ...
I. Gone, O gentle heart and true, Friend of hopes foregone, Hopes and hopeful days with you Gone? Days of ...
Nothing has changed. The body is susceptible to pain, it must eat and breathe air and sleep, it has thin ...
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels! That ...
Silence is in our festal halls -- Sweet son of song! thy course is o'er; In vain on thee sad ...
Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow ...
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