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
love rain heart
There lived a singer in France of old By the tideless dolorous midland sea. In a land of sand and rain and gold There shone one woman, and none but she.
broken-heart heartbreak heart-break
Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.
flower heart giving
Heart's ease of pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give us of these? Surely the heart that conceived it sought Heart's ease.
heart coward herbs
There grows No herb of help to heal a coward heart.
sweet heart feet
Ask nothing more of me sweet; All I can give you I give; Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet..
heart poetry flesh
But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.
life heart tears
O Love, O great god Love, what have I done, That thou shouldst hunger so after my death? My heart is harmless as my life's first day: Seek out some false fair woman, and plague her Till her tears even as my tears fill her bed.
running heart light
No blast of air or fire of sun Puts out the light whereby we run With girdled loins our lamplit race, And each from each takes heart of grace And spirit till his turn be done.
heart light grows
In hawthorn-time the heart grows light.
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.