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
life weather rose
If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather.
life hands way
Our way is where God knows And Love knows where: We are in Love's hand to-day.
life spring drinking
We, drinking love at the furthest springs, Covered with love as a covering tree, We had grown as gods, as the gods above, Filled from the heart to the lips with love, Held fast in his hands, clothed warm with his wings, O love, my love, had you loved but me!
life men sea
The loves and hours of the life of a man, They are swift and sad, being born of the sea.
love life butterfly
Love, as is told by the seers of old, Comes as a butterfly tipped with gold, Flutters and flies in sunlit skies, Weaving round hearts that were one time cold.
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.
life eye rose
Love laid his sleepless head On a thorny rose bed: And his eyes with tears were red, And pale his lips as the dead.
life sweet love-you
I that have love and no more Give you but love of you, sweet; He that hath more, let him give; He that hath wings, let him soar; Mine is the heart at your feet Here, that must love you to live.
life men doors
At the door of life by the gate of breath, There are worse things waiting for men than death.
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.