The Garden of Proserpine (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
Here, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams ...
Here, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams ...
Inside this northern summer's fold The fields are full of naked gold, Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves; The ...
One of twain, twin-born with flowers that waken, Now hath passed from sense of sun and rain: Wind from off ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
Let us go hence, my songs; she will not hear. Let us go hence together without fear; Keep silence now, ...
Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears, Girdle thyself with sighing for a girth Upon the sides of ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours, When the waters of time ...
IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, Walled round ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad ...
from Atalanta in Calydon When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or ...
Heart's ease or pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give us of these? Surely the heart that conceived ...
JANUARY HAIL, January, that bearest here On snowbright breasts the babe-faced year That weeps and trembles to be born. Hail, ...
Vicisti, Galilæe I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end; Goddess and maiden and ...
Fire out of heaven, a flower of perfect fire, That where the roots of life are had its root And ...
Light love in a mist, by the midsummer moon misguided, Scarce seen in the twilight garden if gloom insist, Seems ...
Between the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
PART I It is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn? Is it so, that the light ...
SHALL I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel, Brother, on this that was the veil of thee? Or ...
STR. 1 I laid my laurel-leaf At the white feet of grief, Seeing how with covered face and plumeless wings, ...
There is no woman living who draws breath So sad as I, though all things sadden her. There is not ...
Not if men's tongues and angels' all in one Spake, might the word be said that might speak thee. Streams, ...
Forth from Calais, at dawn of night, when sunset summer on autumn shone, Fared the steamer alert and loud through ...
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