Algernon Charles Swinburne

(5 April 1837 - 10 April 1909 / London)

Prelude - Tristan And Isolde - Poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Fate, out of the deep sea's gloom,
When a man's heart's pride grows great,
And nought seems now to foredoom
Fate,

Fate, laden with fears in wait,
Draws close through the clouds that loom,
Till the soul see, all too late,

More dark than a dead world's tomb,
More high than the sheer dawn's gate,
More deep than the wide sea's womb,
Fate.


Comments about Prelude - Tristan And Isolde by Algernon Charles Swinburne

  • Rookie - 0 Points I Am Charlie (6/19/2009 6:44:00 AM)

    Which then results to...an exquisite word arranger, i suppose? (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Tony Best (10/18/2007 8:17:00 PM)

    Gosh, Swinburne's meter and rhyme is flawless. He doesn't say anything important, but what he does say he says exqusitely. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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