Itylus (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow, How can thine heart be full of the spring? A thousand summers are over ...
Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow, How can thine heart be full of the spring? A thousand summers are over ...
There is no woman living who draws breath So sad as I, though all things sadden her. There is not ...
From the depths of the green garden-closes Where the summer in darkness dozes Till autumn pluck from his hand An ...
By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, Remembering thee, That for ages of agony hast endured, and ...
Forth from Calais, at dawn of night, when sunset summer on autumn shone, Fared the steamer alert and loud through ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart, God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
The burden of fair women. Vain delight, And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way, And sorrowful old age that ...
I Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star Take heart in heaven from eastward, while the west, Fulfilled of watery ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn? Is it so, that the light ...
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