A Ballad Of Fran (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
Bird of the bitter bright grey golden mornScarce risen upon the dusk of dolorous years,First of us all and sweetest ...
Bird of the bitter bright grey golden mornScarce risen upon the dusk of dolorous years,First of us all and sweetest ...
I hid my heart in a nest of roses,Out of the sun's way, hidden apart;In a softer bed than the ...
ALL the bells of heaven may ring,All the birds of heaven may sing,All the wells on earth may spring,All the ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn?Is it so, that the light ...
MY LIFE is bitter with thy love; thine eyesBlind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighsDivide my flesh and ...
I am that which began;Out of me the years roll;Out of me God and man;I am equal and whole;God changes, ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart,God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
1 BLESSED was she that bare, Hidden in flesh most fair,For all men's sake ...
I.SEVEN white roses on one tree, Seven white loaves of blameless leaven,Seven white sails on one soft sea,Seven white ...
LAST high star of the years whose thunder Still men's listening remembrance hears, Last light left of our ...
ALL the bells of heaven may ring, All the birds of heaven may sing, All the wells on earth may ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
I hid my heart in a nest of roses, Out of the sun's way, hidden apart; In a softer bed ...
CHILD, when they say that others Have been or are like you, Babes fit to be your brothers, Sweet human ...
If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad ...
I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
WAS it light that spake from the darkness, or music that shone from the word, When the night was enkindled ...
A roundel is wrought as a ring or a starbright sphere, With craft of delight and with cunning of sound ...
JANUARY HAIL, January, that bearest here On snowbright breasts the babe-faced year That weeps and trembles to be born. Hail, ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart, God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn? Is it so, that the light ...
CHORUS If with voice of words or prayers thy sons may reach thee, We thy latter sons, the men thine ...
STR. 1 I laid my laurel-leaf At the white feet of grief, Seeing how with covered face and plumeless wings, ...
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