A Jacobite’s Exile (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
The weary day runs down and dies,The weary night wears through:And never an hour is fair wi' flower,And never a ...
The weary day runs down and dies,The weary night wears through:And never an hour is fair wi' flower,And never a ...
Bird of the bitter bright grey golden mornScarce risen upon the dusk of dolorous years,First of us all and sweetest ...
PART IIt 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 ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood,Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart,God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
1 BLESSED was she that bare, Hidden in flesh most fair,For all men's sake ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours,When the waters of time ...
I.WHO hath known the ways of time Or trodden behind his feet? There is no such ...
Fire and wild light of hope and doubt and fear,Wind of swift change, and clouds and hours that veerAs the ...
A little soul scarce fledged for earthTakes wing with heaven again for goalEven while we hailed as fresh from birth ...
TAKE HANDS and part with laughter; Touch lips and part with tears;Once more and no more after, Whatever ...
O LOVE! what shall be said of thee?The son of grief begot by joy?Being sightless, wilt thou see?Being sexless, wilt ...
I.Time, thy name is sorrow, says the strickenHeart of life, laid waste with wasting flameEre the change of things and ...
A WILD MOON riding high from cloud to cloud, That sees and sees not, glimmering far beneath, Hell's ...
BY no dry death another king goes down The way of kings. Yet may no free man's voice, ...
OUT of the depths of darkling life where sin Laughs piteously that sorrow should not know Her own ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
I. Time, thy name is sorrow, says the stricken Heart of life, laid waste with wasting flame Ere the change ...
Who is this that sits by the way, by the wild wayside, In a rent stained raiment, the robe of ...
A little soul scarce fledged for earth Takes wing with heaven again for goal Even while we hailed as fresh ...
Fire out of heaven, a flower of perfect fire, That where the roots of life are had its root And ...
HER mouth is fragrant as a vine, A vine with birds in all its boughs; Serpent and scarab for a ...
From the depths of the green garden-closes Where the summer in darkness dozes Till autumn pluck from his hand An ...
At the time when the stars are grey, And the gold of the molten moon Fades, and the twilight is ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart, God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
Send but a song oversea for us, Heart of their hearts who are free, Heart of their singer, to be ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn? Is it so, that the light ...
Vicisti, Galilæe I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end; Goddess and maiden and ...
CHORUS If with voice of words or prayers thy sons may reach thee, We thy latter sons, the men thine ...
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