Before A Crucifix (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood,Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood,Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt ...
Children of Fate, in the same breath Created were they, Love and Death. Such fair creations ne'er were seen, Or ...
IVirgin of the vestal flame, Numa's child so chaste and fair,Ah! Floronia is thy name! Goddess of the raven hair;Weepest ...
The Moutaines hie the blustryng wids The fluds: ye Rocks wtstadThe Cities strong, the Canons shot, & threatning Cheiftains had.The ...
Golden lights and lengthening shadows,Flings the splendid sun declining,O'er the monastery gardenRich in flower, fruit and foliage.Through the avenue of ...
Glorious daughter of time! Thou of the mild blue eye -- Thou of the virginal forehead --pallid, unfurrowed of tears-- ...
TO POSEIDON. I.God of the mighty deep! wherever now The waves beneath thy brazen axles bow; Whether thy strong, proud ...
That was the day they killed the Son of GodOn a squat hill-top by Jerusalem.Zion was bare, her children from ...
A FRIEND stands at the door; In either tight-closed hand Hiding rich gifts, three hundred and three score: Waiting to ...
Blinded I groped—you gave me sight.Perplexed I turned—you sent me light.You speak unto a thousand ears:I pay you tribute in ...
I was convicted by the lawsOf England's hostile crown,Conveyed across those swelling seasIn slavery's fetters bound.For ever banished from that ...
PEACE ! with thy placid mien,Who'st long a stranger beenTo Freedom's sons on Britain's rocky shore--O come! and with thee ...
Hope is a slave; Despair is a freeman.A VAGABOND between the East and West, Careless I greet the scourging and ...
Winter has come in sackcloth and ashes (Penance for Summer's enverdured sheaves). Bitterly, cruelly, bleakly he lashes ...
How their feet must have been heaven on the Emmaus Road leading them from Jerusalem taking them back to their ...
Stripped of his clothing soldiers drawing lots while he was yet dying the signs of his scourging his blood in ...
The cries of our savior piercing the silence the long night of his suffering too much for him to take ...
We were the whip, the jeers, the scourging, the mocking of the soldiers bringing shame, pain, humiliation to the savior, ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob ...
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