Algernon Charles Swinburne

(5 April 1837 - 10 April 1909 / London)

Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems

201. A Marching Song 1/1/2004
202. Hertha 1/4/2003
203. A Clasp Of Hands 12/31/2002
204. Music: An Ode 12/31/2002
205. A Night-Piece By Millet 1/1/2004
206. Anactoria 4/12/2010
207. Time And Life 1/1/2004
208. Prelude - Tristan And Isolde 1/1/2004
209. A Flower-Piece By Fantin 1/1/2004
210. Birth And Death 1/1/2004
211. Four Songs Of Four Seasons 12/31/2002
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 Lies Bleeding 1/1/2004
216. Love And Sleep 12/31/2002
217. The Garden Of Prosperine 1/3/2003
218. A Match 1/3/2003
219. A Leave-Taking 12/31/2002
220. A Baby's Death 1/1/2004
221. A Child's Laughter 12/31/2002
222. A Forsaken Garden 12/31/2002
223. A Ballad Of Death 1/3/2003
224. A Ballad Of Dreamland 1/3/2003

Comments about Algernon Charles Swinburne

  • 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.

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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