A Ballad of Death (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears,Girdle thyself with sighing for a girthUpon the sides of mirth,Cover thy ...
Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears,Girdle thyself with sighing for a girthUpon the sides of mirth,Cover thy ...
PART IIt is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips ...
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, ...
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 ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours,When the waters of time ...
Put in the sickles and reap; For the morning of harvest is red, And the long large ...
LAST high star of the years whose thunder Still men's listening remembrance hears, Last light left of our ...
Because there is but one truth; Because there is but one banner; Because there is but one ...
FRIEND of the dead, and friend of all my days Even since they cast off boyhood, I salute ...
THE DUSK of day's decline was hard on dark When evening trembled round thy glowworm lamp That shone ...
WAS it light that spake from the darkness, or music that shone from the word, When the night was enkindled ...
I -- In Church Thou whose birth on earth Angels sang to men, While thy stars made mirth, Saviour, at ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours, When the waters of time ...
Crowned, girdled, garbed and shod with light and fire, Son first-born of the morning, sovereign star! Soul nearest ours of ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
eipate toi basilei, xamai pese daidalos aula. ouketi PHoibos exei kaluban, ou mantida daphnen, ou pagan laleousan . apesbeto kai ...
Send but a song oversea for us, Heart of their hearts who are free, Heart of their singer, to be ...
JANUARY HAIL, January, that bearest here On snowbright breasts the babe-faced year That weeps and trembles to be born. Hail, ...
Put in the sickles and reap; For the morning of harvest is red, And the long large ranks of the ...
Who is this that sits by the way, by the wild wayside, In a rent stained raiment, the robe of ...
Somno mollior unda I Dawn is dim on the dark soft water, Soft and passionate, dark and sweet. Love's own ...
Because there is but one truth; Because there is but one banner; Because there is but one light; Because we ...
Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears, Girdle thyself with sighing for a girth Upon the sides of ...
Between the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal ...
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