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 ...
Spirit of Dreams! When many a toilsome heightShut paradise from exiled Adam's sight,Two wedded powers were given thenceforth to strayOn ...
Hearken my chant, 'tisAs a Bacchante's,A grape-spurt, a vine-splash, a tossed tress, flown vaunt 'tis!Suffer my singing,Gipsy of Seasons, ere ...
Behold an Indian isle, reposedUpon the deep's enamoured breast,Even like a royal bride, be-rosedWith passion in her happy rest.Or, when ...
I. LET no man charge thee, woman if thou art, And therefore pitiful, to veil thine eyes From any naked ...
FOR ever seeking, never found, In this wide varied scene;Sole object of unceasing search, While in this low ...
WITHIN Fancy's halls I sit and quaff Rich draughts of the wine of Song, And I drink and drink ...
So blind Orion, groping for the mornWith eyes uplift whereon forever hungInfinite burden and suspense of night,Had clomb the long ...
If sin be punished, or be purged away, Then sin's remembrance must survive this earth; Or be a judgment vague, ...
Forget, forget, and be not sorrowful at all!Ah, tend no more, in gardens of the terrene years,This wormwood flowering tall ...
"Men know but little more than we, Who count us least of things terrene, How happy days are made to ...
The Road was lit with Moon and star -- The Trees were bright and still -- Descried I -- by ...
Is it too late to touch you, Dear? We this moment knew -- Love Marine and Love terrene -- Love ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
SHALL I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel, Brother, on this that was the veil of thee? Or ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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