Algernon Charles Swinburne
Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems
- A Ballad Of Dreamland I hid my heart in a nest of roses, Out...
- A Ballad Of Death Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself ...
- A Match If love were what the rose is, And I were like the ...
- A Forsaken Garden IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and...
- A Baby's Death A little soul scarce fledged for earth Takes ...
- Love Lies Bleeding Love lies bleeding in the bed ...
- The Garden Of Prosperine Here, where the world is ...
Algernon Charles Swinburne was an English poet, playwright, novelist, and critic. He invented the roundel form, wrote several novels, and contributed to the famous Eleventh Edition of the Encyclopædia Britannica. He was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature in every year from 1903 to 1907 and again in 1909.
Swinburne was born at 7 Chester Street, Grosvenor Place, London, on 5 April 1837. He was the eldest of six children born to Captain (later Admiral) Charles Henry Swinburne and Lady Jane Henrietta, daughter of the 3rd Earl of Ashburnham. He grew up at East Dene in Bonchurch on the Isle of Wight and attended Eton College 1849-53, where he first started ... more »
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A Ballad Of Dreamland
I hid my heart in a nest of roses,
Out of the sun's way, hidden apart;
In a softer bed than the soft white snow's is,
Under the roses I hid my heart.
Why would it sleep not? why should it start,
When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred?
What made sleep flutter his wings and part?
Only the song of a secret bird.
Lie still, I said, for the wind's wing closes,
And mild leaves muffle the keen sun's dart;
Lie still, for the wind on the warm seas dozes,
And the wind is unquieter yet than thou art.
Does a thought in thee still as a thorn's wound ...