Algernon Charles Swinburne

"In Memory of Theodore de Banville     Death, a light outshining life, bids heaven resume     Star by star the souls whose light made earth divi"

"All the golden air is full of balm and bloom     Where the hawthorns line the shelving dyke with flowers.     Joyous children born of April's ha"

"Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover     Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading:     Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her:"

"Christina Rossetti died December 29, 1894     The stars are strong in the deeps of the lustrous night,     Cold and splendid as death if his d"

"Forth from Calais, at dawn of night, when sunset summer on autumn shone,     Fared the steamer alert and loud through seas whence only the sun wa"

"Blest in death and life beyond man's guessing     Little children live and die, possest     Still of grace that keeps them past expressing"

"Sound of trumpets blowing down the merriest winds of morn,     Flash of hurtless lightnings, laugh of thunders loud and glad,     Here should ha"

"I.     The sea shall praise him and the shores bear part     That reared him when the bright south world was black     With fume of creeds more fou"

"No sweeter thing than childrens ways and wiles,     Surely, we say, can gladden eyes and ears:     Yet sometime sweeter than their words or smi"

"The strong spring sun rejoicingly may rise,     Rise and make revel, as of old men said,     Like dancing hearts of lovers newly wed:     A lig"

"Out of the depths of darkling life where sin     Laughs piteously that sorrow should not know     Her own ill name, nor woe be counted woe;"

"To Joseph Mazzini     Send the stars light, but send not love to me.     - SHELLEY.     Out of the dawning heavens that hear     Young wi"

"There were four loves that one by one,     Following the seasons and the sun,     Passed over without tears, and fell     Away without farewell"

"By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept,     Remembering thee,     That for ages of agony hast endured, and slept,     And wouldst not se"

"'Farewell and adieu' was the burden prevailing     Long since in the chant of a home-faring crew;     And the heart in us echoes, with laughing"

"Outside the garden     The wet skies harden;     The gates are barred on     The summer side:     "Shut out the flower-time,     Sunbeam and"

"KING DAVID.     Knights mine, all that be in hall,     I have a counsel to you all,     Because of this thing God lets fall     Among us for a sig"

"I.     Lift up thy lips, turn round, look back for love,     Blind love that comes by night and casts out rest;     Of all things tired thy lips l"

""O where will ye gang to and where will ye sleep,     Against the night begins?"     "My bed is made wi' cauld sorrows,     My sheets are lined"

"(VERSES WRITTEN UNDER A PICTURE.) INSCRIBED TO J. A. WHISTLER. I.     White rose in red rose-garden     Is not so white;     Snowdrops that ple"

"Is thine hour come to wake, O slumbering Night?     Hath not the Dawn a message in thine ear?     Though thou be stone and sleep, yet shalt thou"

"There was a graven image of Desire     Painted with red blood on a ground of gold     Passing between the young men and the old,     And by him"

""His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract"     The tongue is loosed of that most lying slave,     Whom stripes may move, not"

"I.     Sun, whom the faltering snow-cloud fears,     Rise, let the time of year be May,     Speak now the word that April hears,     Let March ha"

"Sunset smiles on sunrise: east and west are one,     Face to face in heaven before the sovereign sun.     From the springs of the dawn everlasti"

"How low soeer men rank us,     How high soeer we win,     The children far above us     Dwell, and they deign to love us,     With lovelier"

"(FINNISH.)     O where have ye been the morn sae late,     My merry son, come tell me hither?     O where have ye been the morn sae late?     A"

"What needs our Cromwell stone or bronze to say     His was the light that lit on England's way     The sundawn of her time-compelling power,"

"The sun is lord and god, sublime, serene,     And sovereign on the mountains: earth and air     Lie prone in passion, blind with bliss unseen"

"To E. H.     The dawn of night more fair than morning rose,     Stars hurrying forth on stars, as snows on snows     Haste when the wind and"

"Like a queen enchanted who may not laugh or weep,     Glad at heart and guarded from change and care like ours,     Girt about with beauty by da"

"Swift music made of passion's changeful power,     Sweet as the change that leaves the world in flower     When spring laughs winter down to dea"

"I.     Goodnight and goodbye to the life whose signs denote us     As mourners clothed with regret for the life gone by;     To the waters of gloo"

"Beneath the shadow of dawns aerial cope,     With eyes enkindled as the suns own sphere,     Hope from the front of youth in godlike cheer"

"To Joseph Mazzini.     Prim dicte mihi, summ dicende Camen. 1.     The shadows fallen of years are nine     Since heaven grew seven time"

"Here, down between the dusty trees,     At this lank edge of haggard wood,     Women with labour-loosened knees,     With gaunt backs bowed by"

"Through the low grey archway children's feet that pass     Quicken, glad to find the sweetest haunt of all.     Brightest wildflowers gleaming d"

"Fire, and behind the breathless flight of fire     Thunder that quickens fear and quells desire,     Make bright and loud the terror of the nigh"

"I will that if I say a heavy thing     Your tongues forgive me; seeing ye know that spring     Has flecks and fits of pain to keep her sweet,"

"Northumberland, so proud and sad to-day,     Weep and rejoice, our mother, whom no son     More glorious than this dead and deathless one     B"

"Affectionately Inscribed to W.M.R. and L.R.     April, on whose wings     Ride all gracious things,     Like the star that brings     All th"

"All the night sleep came not upon my eyelids,     Shed not dew, nor shook nor unclosed a feather,     Yet with lips shut close and with eyes of"

"Farewell: how should not such as thou fare well,     Though we fare ill that love thee, and that live,     And know, whate'er the days wherein w"

"I     Who may praise her?     Eyes where midnight shames the sun,     Hair of night and sunshine spun,     Woven of dawn's or twilight's loom,"

"Am i not he that hath made thee and begotten thee,     I, God, the spirit of man?     Wherefore now these eighteen years hast thou forgotten me,"

"Wind and sea and cloud and cloud-forsaking     Mirth of moonlight where the storm leaves free     Heaven awhile, for all the wrath of waking"

"The sky and sea glared hard and bright and blank:     Down the one steep street, with slow steps firm and free,     A tall girl paced, with eyes"

"Death, winged with fire of hate from deathless hell     Wherein the souls of anarchs hiss and die,     With stroke as dire has cloven a heart as"

"The days of a man are threescore years and ten.     The days of his life were half a man's, whom we     Lament, and would yet not bid him back,"

"The wind's way in the deep sky's hollow     None may measure, as none can say     How the heart in her shows the swallow     The wind's way."

"TO CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI     Songs light as these may sound, though deep and strong     The heart spake through them, scarce should hope to pl"

"I.     What part is left thee, lion? Ravenous beast,     Which hadst the world for pasture, and for scope     And compass of thine homicidal hope"

"Now who will speak, and lie not,     And pledge not life, but give?     Slaves herd with herded cattle:     The dawn grows bright for battle,"

"Spring watched her last moon burn and fade with May     While the days deepened toward a bridal day.     And on her snowbright hand the ring was"

"O love! what shall be said of thee?     The son of grief begot by joy?     Being sightless, wilt thou see?     Being sexless, wilt thou be"

"The years are many, the changes more,     Since wind and sun on the wild sweet shore     Where Joyous Gard stands stark by the sea     With fac"

"What shall be done for sorrow     With love whose race is run?     Where help is none to borrow,     What shall be done?     In vain his hand"

"The bitterness of death and bitterer scorn     Breathes from the broad-leafed aloe-plant whence thou     Wast fain to gather for thy bended brow"

"Love, what ailed thee to leave life that was made lovely, we thought, with love?     What sweet visions of sleep lured thee away, down from the l"

"In Memory of Mrs. Thellusson.     Forth of our ways and woes,     Forth of the winds and snows,     A white soul soaring goes,     Winged li"