Algernon Charles Swinburne
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Algernon Charles Swinburnewas an English poet, playwright, novelist, and critic. He wrote several novels and collections of poetry such as Poems and Ballads, and contributed to the famous Eleventh Edition of the Encyclopædia Britannica. A controversial figure at the time, Swinburne was a sado-masochist and alcoholic and was obsessed with the Middle Ages and lesbianism...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth5 April 1837
blow puff development
The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog; not though in that stage of development he should puff and blow himself till he bursts with windy adulation at the heels of the laureled ox.
frogs tadpoles poet
The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog.
hands issues deeds
God's own hand Holds fast all issues of our deeds: with him The end of all our ends is, but with us Our ends are, just or unjust: though our works Find righteous or unrighteous judgment, this At least is ours, to make them righteous.
mother sweet kissing
I will go back to the great sweet mother, Mother and lover of men, the sea. I will go down to her, I and no other, Close with her, kiss her and mix her with me.
fire speech burning
His speech is a burning fire.
heart light grows
In hawthorn-time the heart grows light.
time loss giving
My loss may shine yet goodlier than your gain When Time and God give judgment.
life men doors
At the door of life by the gate of breath, There are worse things waiting for men than death.
loyalty spiritual pain
The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty ... a man with no loyalty in him, with no sense of love or reverence or devotion due to something outside and above his poor daily life, with its pains and pleasures, profits and losses, is as evil a case as man can be.
friendship
Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.
friendship skulls puff
There was a poor poet named Clough, Whom his friends all united to puff, But the public, though dull, Had not such a skull As belonged to believers in Clough.
baby angel kissing
A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet.
dream iron blood
Not with dreams, but with blood and with iron, Shall a nation be moulded at last.
broken way remember
I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.