Christmas Antiphones (Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems)
I -- In Church Thou whose birth on earth Angels sang to men, While thy stars made mirth, Saviour, at ...
I -- In Church Thou whose birth on earth Angels sang to men, While thy stars made mirth, Saviour, at ...
Reconciled by death's mild hand, that giving Peace gives wisdom, not more strong than mild, Love beholds them, each without ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
Joy, thou goddess, fair, immortal, Offspring of Elysium, Mad with rapture, to the portal Of thy holy fame we come! ...
Anna who was mad, I have a knife in my armpit. When I stand on tiptoe I tap out messages. ...
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...
(from a song) Perhaps I was born kneeling, born coughing on the long winter, born expecting the kiss of mercy, ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Let Ramah rejoice with Cochineal. Let Gaba rejoice with the Prickly Pear, which the Cochineal feeds on. Let Nebo rejoice ...
Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods-- that present that ...
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb. Nations, and languages, and every ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
The burden of fair women. Vain delight, And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way, And sorrowful old age that ...
I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal ...
SHALL I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel, Brother, on this that was the veil of thee? Or ...
Art thou indeed among these, Thou of the tyrannous crew, The kingdoms fed upon blood, O queen from of old ...
In a vision Liberty stood By the childless charm-stricken bed Where, barren of glory and good, Knowing nought if she ...
I'll wait until my money's gone Before I take the sleeping pills; Then when they find me in the dawn, ...
(Time Night. Scene the woods.) Where shall I turn me? whither shall I bend My weary way? thus worn with ...
Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the ...
Desponding Phillis was endu'd With ev'ry Talent of a Prude, She trembled when a Man drew near; Salute her, and ...
To the Priest, on Observing how most Men mistake their own Talents When beasts could speak (the learned say, They ...
The riches of the poet are equal to his poetry His power is his left hand It is idle weak ...
I should have been a plumber fixing drains. And mending pure white bathtubs for the great Diogenes (who scorned all ...
Come, let us rejoice in James Joyce, in the greatness of this poet, king, and king of poets For he ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my ...
A Belgian Priest-Soldier Speaks; GURR! You cochon! Stand and fight! Show your mettle! Snarl and bite! Spawn of an accursed ...
I do not write for love of pelf, Nor lust for phantom fame; I do not rhyme to please myself, ...
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