Algernon Charles Swinburne

(5 April 1837 - 10 April 1909 / London)

Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems

81. Bismarck At Canossa: Sonnets 4/12/2010
82. Eight Years Old 4/12/2010
83. Christopher Marlowe 1/3/2003
84. The Song Of The Standard 1/1/2004
85. April 4/12/2010
86. The Pilgrims 1/1/2004
87. Before Sunset 1/1/2004
88. Stage Love 4/12/2010
89. In Guernsey - To Theodore Watts 1/1/2004
90. After Death 4/12/2010
91. Plus Ultra 1/1/2004
92. Thomas Decker: Viii 4/12/2010
93. Dedication To Christina G. Rossetti 1/1/2004
94. The Higher Pantheism In A Nutshell 1/3/2003
95. To Catullus 1/1/2004
96. Rondel 4/12/2010
97. Félise 4/12/2010
98. Faustine 4/12/2010
99. Satia Te Sanguine 4/12/2010
100. The Sundew 4/12/2010
101. Seven Years Old 4/12/2010
102. March: An Ode 4/12/2010
103. Étude Réaliste (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
104. Ilicet 4/12/2010
105. Discord 1/1/2004
106. The Channel Tunnel: Sonnets 4/12/2010
107. To John Nichol: Sonnets 4/12/2010
108. Monotones 1/1/2004
109. The Salt Of The Earth 4/12/2010
110. August 4/12/2010
111. Plus Intra 1/1/2004
112. Rest 4/12/2010
113. Benediction 1/1/2004
114. A Song In Time Of Revolution. 1860 4/12/2010
115. In The Bay 1/1/2004
116. Ode On The Insurrection In Candia 1/1/2004
117. A New Year's Message To Joseph Mazzini 1/1/2004
118. Envoi 1/1/2004
119. Fragoletta 4/12/2010
120. In The Orchard 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.

    2 person liked.
    1 person did not like.
  • 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.

    9 person liked.
    2 person did not like.
  • 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.

    11 person liked.
    5 person did not like.
Best Poem of Algernon Charles Swinburne

A Baby's Death

A little soul scarce fledged for earth
Takes wing with heaven again for goal
Even while we hailed as fresh from birth
A little soul.

Our thoughts ring sad as bells that toll,
Not knowing beyond this blind world's girth
What things are writ in heaven's full scroll.

Our fruitfulness is there but dearth,
And all things held in time's control
Seem there, perchance, ill dreams, not worth
A little soul.



The little feet that never trod
Earth, never strayed in field or street,
What hand leads upward back to God
The little ...

Read the full of A Baby's Death

Babyhood

A baby shines as bright
If winter or if May be
On eyes that keep in sight
A baby.

Though dark the skies or grey be,
It fills our eyes with light,
If midnight or midday be.

[Report Error]