Tiresias (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
PART IIt is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
PART IIt is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
Between the green bud and the redYouth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart,God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
NOTHING is better, I well think, Than love; the hidden well-waterIs not so delicate to drink: This was ...
THERE is an end of joy and sorrow;Peace all day long, all night, all morrow, But never a time ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours,When the waters of time ...
Fire and wild light of hope and doubt and fear,Wind of swift change, and clouds and hours that veerAs the ...
Put in the sickles and reap; For the morning of harvest is red, And the long large ...
Take, since you bade it should bear, These, of the seed of your sowing, Blossom or berry ...
Death, from thy rigour a voice appealed,And men still hear what the sweet cry saith,Crying aloud in thine ears fast ...
WHEN the game began between them for a jest,He played king and she played queen to match the best;Laughter soft ...
Orpheus, the night is full of tears and cries, And hardly for the storm and ruin shed Can ...
Alas my brother! the cry of the mourners of old That cried on each other,All crying aloud on the ...
Who is your lady of love, O ye that pass Singing? and is it for sorrow of that which was ...
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 ...
PART I It is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
Take, since you bade it should bear, These, of the seed of your sowing, Blossom or berry or weed. Sweet ...
Fire and wild light of hope and doubt and fear, Wind of swift change, and clouds and hours that veer ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours, When the waters of time ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
eipate toi basilei, xamai pese daidalos aula. ouketi PHoibos exei kaluban, ou mantida daphnen, ou pagan laleousan . apesbeto kai ...
Between the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart, God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
CHORUS If with voice of words or prayers thy sons may reach thee, We thy latter sons, the men thine ...
Alas my brother! the cry of the mourners of old That cried on each other, All crying aloud on the ...
Death, from thy rigour a voice appealed, And men still hear what the sweet cry saith, Crying aloud in thine ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
STR. 1 I laid my laurel-leaf At the white feet of grief, Seeing how with covered face and plumeless wings, ...
Put in the sickles and reap; For the morning of harvest is red, And the long large ranks of the ...
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