Algernon Charles Swinburne

(5 April 1837 - 10 April 1909 / London)

Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems

1. Origami 11/5/2015
2. Hope And Fear 12/6/2014
3. A Baby's Feet 2/16/2015
4. Anonymous Plays: Xviii 4/12/2010
5. After Looking Into Carlyles Reminiscences 4/12/2010
6. Prelude - Lohengrin 1/1/2004
7. On The Russian Persecution Of The Jews: Sonnets 4/12/2010
8. May Janet 4/12/2010
9. Anonymous Plays:Xvi - ‘arden Of Feversham’ 4/12/2010
10. To William Bell Scott 4/12/2010
11. The Litany Of Nations 1/1/2004
12. Christmas Antiphones 1/1/2004
13. To Dr. John Brown: Sonnets 4/12/2010
14. Anonymous Plays: Xvii 4/12/2010
15. John Marston: Xii 4/12/2010
16. Madona Mia 4/12/2010
17. Quia Nominor Leo: Sonnets 4/12/2010
18. The Sea-Swallows 4/12/2010
19. The Tribe Of Benjamin: Xv 4/12/2010
20. John Webster: Vii 4/12/2010
21. England Cxvii 4/12/2010
22. Thomas Heywood: X 4/12/2010
23. Perinde Ac Cadaver 1/1/2004
24. A Sequence Of Sonnets On The Death Of Robert Browning 1/1/2004
25. Dedication To Joseph Mazzini 1/1/2004
26. Mater Dolorosa 1/1/2004
27. Siena 1/1/2004
28. Messidor 1/1/2004
29. On An Old Roundel 1/1/2004
30. James Shirley: Xiv 4/12/2010
31. Ben Jonson: Iii 4/12/2010
32. Beaumont And Fletcher:Iv 4/12/2010
33. Dedication 4/12/2010
34. John Ford: Vi 4/12/2010
35. Epilogue:Xxi 'Tristram Of Lyonesse' 4/12/2010
36. First Footsteps 4/12/2010
37. George Chapman:Xi 4/12/2010
38. Philip Massinger: V 4/12/2010
39. On Lamb’s Specimens Of Dramatic Poets: Sonnets 4/12/2010
40. To Victor Hugo 4/12/2010

Comments about Algernon Charles Swinburne

  • Jamie Mitchell (1/11/2018 11:56:00 AM)

    Didn't Swinburne write a poem about Oacar Wilde? This collection seems incomplete.

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  • Johnny Ringo (12/26/2013 11:43:00 PM)

    I love reading Swinburne, some of his works really speak to me and I can read them again and again.

  • Dianne Ross (1/22/2013 3:01:00 AM)

    No poet writes more exquisitely of love than dear Swinburne. I will always hold him close to my heart. He was devoted to his Queen.

Best Poem of Algernon Charles Swinburne

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 ...

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The Way Of The Wind

The wind's way in the deep sky's hollow
None may measure, as none can say
How the heart in her shows the swallow
The wind's way.

Hope nor fear can avail to stay
Waves that whiten on wrecks that wallow,
Times and seasons that wane and slay.

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