Hertha (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal ...
I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal ...
WAS it light that spake from the darkness, or music that shone from the word, When the night was enkindled ...
Back to the flower-town, side by side, The bright months bring, New-born, the bridegroom and the bride, Freedom and spring. ...
HER mouth is fragrant as a vine, A vine with birds in all its boughs; Serpent and scarab for a ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
I -- In Church Thou whose birth on earth Angels sang to men, While thy stars made mirth, Saviour, at ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart, God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
Here, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams ...
One, who is not, we see; but one, whom we see not, is; Surely this is not that; but that ...
Fire and wild light of hope and doubt and fear, Wind of swift change, and clouds and hours that veer ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn? Is it so, that the light ...
Far-fetched and dear-bought, as the proverb rehearses, Is good, or was held so, for ladies: but nought In a song ...
PART I It 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 and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
CHORUS If with voice of words or prayers thy sons may reach thee, We thy latter sons, the men thine ...
ALL the bells of heaven may ring, All the birds of heaven may sing, All the wells on earth may ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours, When the waters of time ...
Death, from thy rigour a voice appealed, And men still hear what the sweet cry saith, Crying aloud in thine ...
Fate, out of the deep sea's gloom, When a man's heart's pride grows great, And nought seems now to foredoom ...
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, ...
STR. 1 I laid my laurel-leaf At the white feet of grief, Seeing how with covered face and plumeless wings, ...
Sleep, when a soul that her own clouds cover Wails that sorrow should always keep Watch, nor see in the ...
Three months bade wane and wax the wintering moon Between two dates of death, while men were fain Yet of ...
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine, Pallid and pink ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
There is no woman living who draws breath So sad as I, though all things sadden her. There is not ...
Soul within sense, immeasurable, obscure, Insepulchred and deathless, through the dense Deep elements may scarce be felt as pure Soul ...
Send but a song oversea for us, Heart of their hearts who are free, Heart of their singer, to be ...
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