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
hands lays
Change lays her hand not upon the truth.
truth hands lays
Change lays not her hand upon truth.
art lying hands
She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows? My hand, a fallen rose, Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care.
life hands way
Our way is where God knows And Love knows where: We are in Love's hand to-day.
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.
baby flower hands
The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.
weed hands weather
In fierce March weather White waves break tether, And whirled together At either hand, Like weeds uplifted, The tree-trunks rifted In spars are drifted, Like foam or sand.
english-poet glory man
Glory to Man in the highest! For Man is the master of things.
barren corpses days death division loves marriage time turns
Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.
sleep light heaven
Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?
moving sleep wind
I shall sleep, and move with the moving ships, Change as the winds change, veer in the tide.
dream song art
In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part. To sleep for a season and hear no word Of true love's truth or of light love's art, Only the song of a secret bird.
fate sea rocks
Fate is a sea without a shore, and the soul is a rock that abides.
spring rain winter
For winter's rains and ruins are over... And in Green under wood and cover Blossum by blossom the spring begins.