The Year of the Rose (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
From the depths of the green garden-closes Where the summer in darkness dozes Till autumn pluck from his hand An ...
From the depths of the green garden-closes Where the summer in darkness dozes Till autumn pluck from his hand An ...
HER mouth is fragrant as a vine, A vine with birds in all its boughs; Serpent and scarab for a ...
I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal ...
Inside this northern summer's fold The fields are full of naked gold, Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves; The ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart, God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
At the time when the stars are grey, And the gold of the molten moon Fades, and the twilight is ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
Far beyond the sunrise and the sunset rises Heaven, with worlds on worlds that lighten and respond: Thought can see ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn? Is it so, that the light ...
Here, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams ...
PART I It is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
Fire and wild light of hope and doubt and fear, Wind of swift change, and clouds and hours that veer ...
CHORUS If with voice of words or prayers thy sons may reach thee, We thy latter sons, the men thine ...
One of twain, twin-born with flowers that waken, Now hath passed from sense of sun and rain: Wind from off ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
Maiden most beautiful, mother most bountiful, lady of lands, Queen and republican, crowned of the centuries whose years are thy ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
Take, since you bade it should bear, These, of the seed of your sowing, Blossom or berry or weed. Sweet ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours, When the waters of time ...
STR. 1 I laid my laurel-leaf At the white feet of grief, Seeing how with covered face and plumeless wings, ...
Put in the sickles and reap; For the morning of harvest is red, And the long large ranks of the ...
SHALL I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel, Brother, on this that was the veil of thee? Or ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow, How can thine heart be full of the spring? A thousand summers are over ...
Three months bade wane and wax the wintering moon Between two dates of death, while men were fain Yet of ...
The heavenly bay, ringed round with cliffs and moors, Storm-stained ravines, and crags that lawns inlay, Soothes as with love ...
Somno mollior unda I Dawn is dim on the dark soft water, Soft and passionate, dark and sweet. Love's own ...
There is no woman living who draws breath So sad as I, though all things sadden her. There is not ...
from Atalanta in Calydon When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or ...
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