Author: Algernon Charles Swinburne

WAS it light that spake from the darkness, Or music that shone from the word, When the night was enkindled […]

Abreast and ahead of the sea is a crag’s front cloven asunder With strong sea-breach and with wasting of winds […]

Forth from Calais, at dawn of night, when sunset summer on autumn shone, Fared the steamer alert and loud through […]

Mourning on earth, as when dark hours descend, Wide-winged with plagues, from heaven; when hope and mirth Wane, and no […]

It does not hurt. She looked along the knife Smiling, and watched the thick drops mix and run Down the […]

I. Gone, O gentle heart and true, Friend of hopes foregone, Hopes and hopeful days with you Gone? Days of […]

At the time when the stars are grey, And the gold of the molten moon Fades, and the twilight is […]

A little soul scarce fledged for earth Takes wing with heaven again for goal Even while we hailed as fresh […]

The burden of fair women. Vain delight, And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way, And sorrowful old age that […]

From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine, Pallid and pink […]

Send but a song oversea for us, Heart of their hearts who are free, Heart of their singer, to be […]

Take, since you bade it should bear, These, of the seed of your sowing, Blossom or berry or weed. Sweet […]

The heavenly bay, ringed round with cliffs and moors, Storm-stained ravines, and crags that lawns inlay, Soothes as with love […]

He held no dream worth waking; so he said, He who stands now on death’s triumphal steep, Awakened out of […]

A roundel is wrought as a ring or a starbright sphere, With craft of delight and with cunning of sound […]

An hour ere sudden sunset fired the west, Arose two stars upon the pale deep east. The hall of heaven […]

‘Not a child: I call myself a boy,’ Says my king, with accent stern yet mild, Now nine years have […]

Send the stars light, but send not love to me. Shelley. I Out of the dawning heavens that hear Young […]

Death and birth should dwell not near together: Wealth keeps house not, even for shame, with dearth: Fate doth ill […]

Let us go hence, my songs; she will not hear. Let us go hence together without fear; Keep silence now, […]