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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Birth And Death

Birth and death, twin-sister and twin-brother,
Night and day, on all things that draw breath,
Reign, while time keeps friends with one another
Birth and death.

Each brow-bound with flowers diverse of wreath,
Heaven they hail as father, earth as mother,
Faithful found above them and beneath.

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