The Leper (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
NOTHING is better, I well think, Than love; the hidden well-waterIs not so delicate to drink: This was ...
NOTHING is better, I well think, Than love; the hidden well-waterIs not so delicate to drink: This was ...
It was an Undergraduate, his years were scarce nineteen; Discretion's years and wisdom's teeth he plainly ne'er had seen; For ...
Shrewd winds and shrill--were these the speech of May?A ragged, slag-grey sky--invested so,Mary's spoilt nursling! wert thou wont to go?Or ...
I rode across a valley rangeI hadn't seen for years.The trail was all so spoilt and strangeIt nearly fetched the ...
To need any more the skies or man to importuneFor us departing to-day with spirits at peace,Now that the inner ...
Three fishermen sat by the side Of the many toned popular stream,That rolled with its heavy proud tide, ...
The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away, The doors clap to, ...
My bawdy spirit is innate - A legacy from my Dada - His crude jest bestowed on me The sparkle ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away, The doors clap to, ...
I MARKED her ruined hues, Her custom-straitened views, And asked, "Can there indwell My Amabel?" I looked upon her gown, ...
THE queen in the lofty hall takes her place, The tapers around her are flaming; She speaks to the page: ...
I call on those that call me son, Grandson, or great-grandson, On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great-aunts, To judge what ...
It brings to mind Swift leaving a fortune to Dublin 'For the founding of a lunatic asylum - no place ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears, Girdle thyself with sighing for a girth Upon the sides of ...
He came from "further out", That land of fear and drought And dust and gravel. He got a touch of ...
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