Algernon Charles Swinburne

"IDYL CCCLXVI     THE ACCOMPANIMENTS     1. The Monthly Nurse     2. The Caudle     3. The Sentences     THE KID     1. THE MONTHLY NURSE"

"That nose is out of drawing. With a gasp,     She pants upon the passionate lips that ache     With the red drain of her own mouth, and make"

"Between the wave-ridge and the strand     I let you forth in sight of land,     Songs that with storm-crossed wings and eyes     Strain eastwar"

"Is it so, that the sword is broken,     Our sword, that was halfway drawn?     Is it so, that the light was a spark,     That the bird we haile"

"We were ten maidens in the green corn,     Small red leaves in the mill-water:     Fairer maidens never were born,     Apples of gold for the k"

"Str. I.     Ere from under earth again like fire the violet kindle,     Ere the holy buds and hoar on olive-branches bloom,     Ere the crescent o"

"I.     'Not a child: I call myself a boy,'     Says my king, with accent stern yet mild,     Now nine years have brought him change of joy;     '"

"If that be yet a living soul which here     Seemed brighter for the growth of numbered springs     And clothed by Time and Pain with goodlier th"

"Who is your lady of love, O ye that pass     Singing? and is it for sorrow of that which was     That ye sing sadly, or dream of what shall be?"

"On the Busts of Nero in the Uffizj. I.     A child of brighter than the morning's birth     And lovelier than all smiles that may be smiled"

"Inside this northern summers fold     The fields are full of naked gold,     Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves;     The green veiled air"

"Some die singing, and some die swinging,     And weel mot a' they be:     Some die playing, and some die praying,     And I wot sae winna we, m"

"Written on the news of the death of Lord Leighton     A light has passed that never shall pass away,     A sun has set whose rays are unquelled"

"1     Watchman, what of the night?     Storm and thunder and rain,     Lights that waver and wane,     Leaving the watchfires unlit.     Only th"

"Let there be light, said Time: and England heard:     And manhood grew to godhead at the word.     No light had shone, since earth arose from sl"

"The mightiest choir of song that memory hears     Gave England voice for fifty lustrous years.     Sunrise and thunder fired and shook the skies"

"Mother of mans time-travelling generations,     Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart,     God above all Gods worshipped of all natio"

"Fair of face, full of pride,     Sit ye down by a dead man's side.     Ye sang songs a' the day:     Sit down at night in the red worm's way."

"I     Love and praise, and a length of days whose shadow cast upon time is light,     Days whose sound was a spell shed round from wheeling wings as"

"Inscribed to my Mother     September, all glorious with gold, as a king     In the radiance of triumph attired,     Outlightening the summer,"

"A roundel is wrought as a ring or a starbright sphere,     With craft of delight and with cunning of sound unsought,     That the heart of the h"

"Love, whose light thrills heaven and earth,     Smiles and weeps upon thy birth,     Child, whose mother's love-lit eyes     Watch thee but fro"

"Unreconciled by life's fleet years, that fled     With changeful clang of pinions wide and wild,     Though two great spirits had lived, and hen"

"(PROVENCAL BURDEN.)     Leave go my hands, let me catch breath and see;     Let the dew-fall drench either side of me;     Clear apple-leaves are"

"Still the sovereign trees     Make the sundawn's breeze     More bright, more sweet, more heavenly than it rose,     As wind and sun fulfil"

"These many years since we began to be,     What have the gods done with us? what with me,     What with my love? they have shown me fates and fe"

"Gratefully inscribed to Dr. A.B. Grosart.     Sweet song-flower of the Mayspring of our song,     Be welcome to us, with loving thanks and pr"

"Iscariot, thou grey-grown beast of blood,     Stand forth to plead; stand, while red drops run here     And there down fingers shaken with foul"

""Her beauty might outface the jealous hours,     Turn shame to love and pain to a tender sleep,     And the strong nerve of hate to sloth and te"

"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"

"When grace is given us ever to behold     A child some sweet months old,     Love, laying across our lips his finger, saith,     Smiling, with"

"Fourscore and five times has the gradual year     Risen and fulfilled its days of youth and eld     Since first the child's eyes opening first b"

"It does not hurt. She looked along the knife     Smiling, and watched the thick drops mix and run     Down the sheer blade; not that which had b"

"(NOTRE-DAME DES SEPT DOULEURS.)     Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel     Hard eyes that grow soft for an hour;     The heavy white limbs, and"

"I.     Death, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee:     Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have built,     One shelter where our spirits"

"I.     Queen, for whose house my fathers fought,     With hopes that rose and fell,     Red star of boyhoods fiery thought,     Farewell     T"

"La maison sans enfants! - VICTOR HUGO. I.     A month without sight of the sun     Rising or reigning or setting     Through days without"

"One, who is not, we see: but one, whom we see not, is:     Surely this is not that: but that is assuredly this.     What, and wherefore, and whe"

"Take, since you bade it should bear,     These, of the seed of your sowing,     Blossom or berry or weed.     Sweet though they be not, or fair"

"In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,     At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee,     Walled round with rocks as an inl"

"A month or twain to live on honeycomb     Is pleasant; but one tires of scented time,     Cold sweet recurrence of accepted rhyme,     And that"

"To Theodore Watts     Hills and valleys where April rallies his radiant squadron of flowers and birds,     Steep strange beaches and lustrous"

""Popule mi, quid tibi feci?"     What hast thou done? Hark, till thine ears wax hot,     Judas; for these and these things hast thou done."

"Summer, and noon, and a splendour of silence, felt,     Seen, and heard of the spirit within the sense.     Soft through the frondage the shades"

"Hippolytus; Phdra; Chorus of Trzenian Women HIPPOLYTUS     Lay not thine hand upon me; let me go;     Take off thine eyes that put the gods"

"Back to the flower-town, side by side,     The bright months bring,     New-born, the bridegroom and the bride,     Freedom and spring.     T"

"A little time, O Love, a little light,     A little hour for ease before the night.     Sweet Love, that art so bitter; foolish Love,     Whom"

"I     FROM THE ITALIAN OF GIOVANNI STROZZI     Night, whom in shape so sweet thou here may'st see     Sleeping, was by an Angel sculptured thus"

"TO CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI.     Song wakes with every wakening year     From hearts of birds that only feel     Brief springs deciduous flower"

"I.     Who hath known the ways of time     Or trodden behind his feet?     There is no such man among men.     For chance overcomes him, or crime"

"The burden of fair women. Vain delight,     And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way,     And sorrowful old age that comes by night     A"

"At the chill high tide of the night,     At the turn of the fluctuant hours,     When the waters of time are at height,     In a vision arose o"

"I.     Three times thrice hath winter's rough white wing     Crossed and curdled wells and streams with ice     Since his birth whose praises love"

"Many waters cannot quench love,     Neither can the floods drown it.     Who shall snare or slay the white dove     Faith, whose very dreams cr"

"To Philip Bourke Marston     Love will not weep because the seal is broken     That sealed upon a life beloved and brief     Darkness, and le"

"1     Such prayers last year were put up for thy sake;     What shall this year do that hath lived to see     The piteous and unpitied end of the"

"Love's twilight wanes in heaven above,     On earth ere twilight reigns:     Ere fear may feel the chill thereof,     Love's twilight wanes."

"A light of blameless laughter, fancy-bred,     Soft-souled and glad and kind as love or sleep,     Fades, and sweet mirths own eyes are fain to"

"I     Good night, we say, when comes the time to win     The daily death divine that shuts up sight,     Sleep, that assures for all who dwell ther"

"Est-ce qu'il n'est pas temps que la foudre se prouve,     Cieux profonds, en broyant ce chien, fils de la louve?     La Lgende des Sicles: - R"