Algernon Charles Swinburne

(5 April 1837 - 10 April 1909 / London)

Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems

201. Cleopatra 12/31/2002
202. A Ballad Of Burdens 12/31/2002
203. Anactoria 4/12/2010
204. Music: An Ode 12/31/2002
205. A Match 1/3/2003
206. Sestina 4/12/2010
207. A Dead Friend 1/1/2004
208. The Triumph Of Time 4/12/2010
209. Hermaphroditus 4/12/2010
210. A Leave-Taking 12/31/2002
211. Four Songs Of Four Seasons 12/31/2002
212. A Baby's Death 1/1/2004
213. The Garden Of Prosperine 1/3/2003
214. Comparisons 12/31/2002
215. Babyhood 1/1/2004
216. A Forsaken Garden 12/31/2002
217. Time And Life 1/1/2004
218. Hymn To Proserpine (After The Proclamation Of The Christian 1/1/2004
219. Love And Sleep 12/31/2002
220. The Leper 4/12/2010
221. Birth And Death 1/1/2004
222. A Ballad Of Death 1/3/2003
223. A Ballad Of Dreamland 1/3/2003
224. A Child's Laughter 12/31/2002

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 Child's Laughter

ALL the bells of heaven may ring,
All the birds of heaven may sing,
All the wells on earth may spring,
All the winds on earth may bring
All sweet sounds together---
Sweeter far than all things heard,
Hand of harper, tone of bird,
Sound of woods at sundawn stirred,
Welling water's winsome word,
Wind in warm wan weather,

One thing yet there is, that none
Hearing ere its chime be done
Knows not well the sweetest one
Heard of man beneath the sun,
Hoped in heaven hereafter;
Soft and strong and loud and light,
Very sound of very ...

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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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