Algernon Charles Swinburne

(5 April 1837 - 10 April 1909 / London)

Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems

201. Dead Love 1/1/2004
202. Sorrow 12/31/2002
203. Wasted Love 1/1/2004
204. A Clasp Of Hands 12/31/2002
205. Time And Life 1/1/2004
206. A Night-Piece By Millet 1/1/2004
207. Music: An Ode 12/31/2002
208. Prelude - Tristan And Isolde 1/1/2004
209. Four Songs Of Four Seasons 12/31/2002
210. A Flower-Piece By Fantin 1/1/2004
211. Birth And Death 1/1/2004
212. A Ballad Of Burdens 12/31/2002
213. Hymn To Proserpine (After The Proclamation Of The Christian 1/1/2004
214. A Dead Friend 1/1/2004
215. Love And Sleep 12/31/2002
216. A Child's Laughter 12/31/2002
217. A Leave-Taking 12/31/2002
218. The Garden Of Prosperine 1/3/2003
219. A Match 1/3/2003
220. A Baby's Death 1/1/2004
221. A Forsaken Garden 12/31/2002
222. Love Lies Bleeding 1/1/2004
223. A Ballad Of Death 1/3/2003
224. A Ballad Of Dreamland 1/3/2003

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.

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  • 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.

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Best Poem of Algernon Charles Swinburne

A Forsaken Garden

IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,
At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee,
Walled round with rocks as an inland island,
The ghost of a garden fronts the sea.
A girdle of brushwood and thorn encloses
The steep square slope of the blossomless bed
Where the weeds that grew green from the graves of its roses
Now lie dead.

The fields fall southward, abrupt and broken,
To the low last edge of the long lone land.
If a step should sound or a word be spoken,
Would a ghost not rise at the strange guest's ...

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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.