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Algernon Charles Swinburne
I will go...
I will go back to the great sweet mother,
Mother and lover of men, the sea.
For words divide...
For words divide and rend;
But silence is most noble till the end.
Source: In...
Yea, is not...
Yea, is not even Apollo, with hair and harpstring of gold,
A bitter God to follow, a beautiful God to...
I am tired...
I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laugh and weep;
Of what may come hereafter
For men that sow...
Hope thou not...
Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.
Source: Hope and Fear
-- Algernon...
In a coign...
In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,
At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee,
Walled...
And beauty and...
And beauty and length of days.
And night, and sleep in the night.
Source:...
Where might is,...
Where might is, the right is:
Long purses make strong swords.
Let weakness learn meekness:
God save the House...
Let us rise...
Let us rise up and part; she will not know.
Let us go seaward as the great winds go,
Full of blown sand and...
As a god...
As a god self-slain on his own strange altar,
Death lies dead.
Source: A...
I remember the...
I remember the way we parted,
The day and the way we met:
You hoped we were both broken-hearted,
And knew we...
For a day...
For a day and a night and a morrow,
That his strength might endure for a span
With travail and heavy...
And in green...
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Source:...
The thorns he...
The thorns he spares when the rose is taken;
The rocks are left when he wastes the plain.
The wind that wanders,...
Let us go...
Let us go hence, my songs; she will not hear.
Source: A Leave-Taking, 1
--...
Before the beginning...
Before the beginning of years
There came to the making of man
Time with a gift of tears,
Grief with a glass...
Maiden, and mistress...
Maiden, and mistress of the months and stars
Now folded in the flowerless fields of...
We shift and...
We shift and bedeck and bedrape us,
Thou art noble and nude and antique.
Source:...
And the best...
And the best and the worst of this is
That neither is most to blame
If you have forgotten my kisses
And I...
For winter's rains...
For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and...
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