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 ...
ALL the bells of heaven may ring,All the birds of heaven may sing,All the wells on earth may spring,All the ...
PART IIt is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart,God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
I.WHO hath known the ways of time Or trodden behind his feet? There is no such ...
The burden of fair women. Vain delight, And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way, And ...
SUN, whom the faltering snow-cloud fears, Rise, let the time of year be May,Speak now the word that April ...
SWEET MOTHER, in a minute's span Death parts thee and my love of thee;Sweet love, that yet art living ...
Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears, Girdle thyself with sighing for a girth Upon the sides of ...
The burden of fair women. Vain delight, And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way, And sorrowful old age that ...
PART I It is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
I Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star Take heart in heaven from eastward, while the west, Fulfilled of watery ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
from Atalanta in Calydon When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or ...
Back to the flower-town, side by side, The bright months bring, New-born, the bridegroom and the bride, Freedom and spring. ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart, God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
Maiden most beautiful, mother most bountiful, lady of lands, Queen and republican, crowned of the centuries whose years are thy ...
At the time when the stars are grey, And the gold of the molten moon Fades, and the twilight is ...
ALL the bells of heaven may ring, All the birds of heaven may sing, All the wells on earth may ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow, How can thine heart be full of the spring? A thousand summers are over ...
Three times thrice hath winter's rough white wing Crossed and curdled wells and streams with ice Since his birth whose ...
Somno mollior unda I Dawn is dim on the dark soft water, Soft and passionate, dark and sweet. Love's own ...
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