Algernon Charles Swinburne

(5 April 1837 - 10 April 1909 / London)

Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems

41. In San Lorenzo 1/1/2004
42. Concord 1/1/2004
43. St. Dorothy 4/12/2010
44. Hesperia 4/12/2010
45. The Roundel 1/1/2004
46. An Appeal 1/1/2004
47. The Death Of Richard Wagner 1/1/2004
48. Before Parting 4/12/2010
49. Thomas Middleton: Ix 4/12/2010
50. In Memory Of Walter Savage Landor 1/1/2004
51. Adieux À Marie Stuart 4/12/2010
52. The Halt Before Rome--September 1867 1/1/2004
53. To Dora Dorian 1/1/2004
54. Athens: An Ode 4/12/2010
55. The Bloody Sun 4/12/2010
56. Change 1/1/2004
57. Song Before Death: From The French 4/12/2010
58. For A Picture 4/12/2010
59. John Day: Xiii 4/12/2010
60. Let Us Go 4/12/2010
61. On The Deaths Of Thomas Carlyle And George Eliot: Sonnets 4/12/2010
62. Love At Sea 4/12/2010
63. Chorus 1/3/2003
64. Prelude 1/1/2004
65. The Epitaph In Form Of A Ballad Which Villon Made For Himself And His Comrades, Expecting To Be Hanged Along With Them 4/12/2010
66. Choriambics 4/12/2010
67. Les Noyades 4/12/2010
68. The Two Dreams 4/12/2010
69. Dysthanatos 4/12/2010
70. Bismarck At Canossa: Sonnets 4/12/2010
71. Sir William Gomm: Sonnets 4/12/2010
72. Eight Years Old 4/12/2010
73. Christopher Marlowe 1/3/2003
74. The Song Of The Standard 1/1/2004
75. April 4/12/2010
76. The Pilgrims 1/1/2004
77. Before Sunset 1/1/2004
78. In Guernsey - To Theodore Watts 1/1/2004
79. Fragoletta 4/12/2010
80. After Death 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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