Quia Multum Amavit (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man? Wherefore now these ...
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man? Wherefore now these ...
Somno mollior unda I Dawn is dim on the dark soft water, Soft and passionate, dark and sweet. Love's own ...
Who is this that sits by the way, by the wild wayside, In a rent stained raiment, the robe of ...
Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears, Girdle thyself with sighing for a girth Upon the sides of ...
I.--VENTIMIGLIA The sky and sea glared hard and bright and blank: Down the one steep street, with slow steps firm ...
The burden of fair women. Vain delight, And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way, And sorrowful old age that ...
From the depths of the green garden-closes Where the summer in darkness dozes Till autumn pluck from his hand An ...
Blessed was she that bare, Hidden in flesh most fair, For all men's sake the likeness of all love; Holy ...
Maiden most beautiful, mother most bountiful, lady of lands, Queen and republican, crowned of the centuries whose years are thy ...
Who is your lady of love, O ye that pass Singing? and is it for sorrow of that which was ...
STR. 1 I laid my laurel-leaf At the white feet of grief, Seeing how with covered face and plumeless wings, ...
I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal ...
One, who is not, we see; but one, whom we see not, is; Surely this is not that; but that ...
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