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Algernon Charles Swinburne quotes

English Poet April 5, 1837 – April 10, 1909

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Before the beginning of years. There came to the making of man. Time, with a gift of tears; Grief, with a glass that ran; Pleasure, with pain for leaven; Summer, with flowers that fell; Remembrance, fallen from heaven, And madness risen from hell; Strength without hands to smite; Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death. Algernon Charles Swinburne
O brother, the gods were good to you. Sleep, and be glad while the worldendures. Be well content as the years wearthrough; Give thanks for life, and the loves andlures; Give thanks for life, O brother, anddeath, For the sweet last sound of her feet, herbreath, For gifts she gave you, gracious andfew, Tears and kisses, that lady of yours. Algernon Charles Swinburne
From too much love of living. From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving. Whatever gods may be. That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river. Winds somewhere safe to sea. Algernon Charles Swinburne
Lying asleep between the strokes of night. I saw my love lean over my sad bed, Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head, Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite, Too wan for blushing and too warm for white, But perfect-coloured without white or red. And her lips opened amorously, and said--I wist not what, saving one word--Delight. And all her face was honey to my mouth, And all her body pasture to my eyes; The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire, The quivering flanks,... Algernon Charles Swinburne
If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together, In sad or singing weather, Blown fields or flowerful closes, Green pleasure or grey grief; If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf. Algernon Charles Swinburne
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. Algernon Charles Swinburne
Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives. Algernon Charles Swinburne
If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain. We'd hunt down Love together, Pluck out his flying-feather, And teach his feet a measure, And find his mouth a rein; If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain. Algernon Charles Swinburne
Fierce midnights and famishing morrows, And the loves that complete and control. All the joys of the flesh, all the sorrows. That wear out the soul. Algernon Charles Swinburne
The half-brained creature to whom books are other than living things may see with the eyes of a bat and draw with the fingers of a mole his dullard's distinction between books and life: those who live the fuller life of a higher animal than he know that books are to poets as much part of that life as pictures are to painters or as music is to musicians, dead matter though they may be to the spiritually still-born children of dirt and dullness who find it possible and natural to live while... Algernon Charles Swinburne
And Iseult rose up where she sat apart, And with her sweet soul deepening her deep eyes. Cast the furs from her and subtle embroideries. That wrapped her from the storming rain and spray, And shining like all April in one day, Hair, face, and throat dashed with the straying showers, She stood the first of all the whole world's flowers, And laughed on Tristram with her eyes, and said,"I too have heart then, I was not afraid."And answering some light courteous word of grace. He saw her clear... Algernon Charles Swinburne
For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins. Algernon Charles Swinburne
I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep. Of what may come hereafter. For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers. And everything but sleep. Algernon Charles Swinburne
Algernon Charles Swinburne quote: "You have a face that suits a woman. For her soul's screen--The..."
You have a face that suits a woman. For her soul's screen--The sort of beauty that's called human. In hell, Faustine. Algernon Charles Swinburne
Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light: Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound or sight: Nor wintry leaves nor vernal; Nor days nor things diurnal; Only the sleep eternal. In an eternal night. Algernon Charles Swinburne

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