Algernon Charles Swinburne

(5 April 1837 - 10 April 1909 / London)

Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems

121. In The Bay 1/1/2004
122. A New Year's Message To Joseph Mazzini 1/1/2004
123. Envoi 1/1/2004
124. Super Flumina Babylonis 1/1/2004
125. Armand Barbes 1/1/2004
126. Hendecasyllabics 4/12/2010
127. Quia Multum Amavit 1/1/2004
128. A Singing Lesson 1/1/2004
129. Before Dawn 4/12/2010
130. A Song In Time Of Order. 1852 4/12/2010
131. Recollections 1/1/2004
132. A Jacobite's Exile 4/12/2010
133. Anima Anceps 4/12/2010
134. Three Faces 1/1/2004
135. A Child's Battles 4/12/2010
136. Rococo 4/12/2010
137. Had I Wist 1/1/2004
138. A Dialogue 12/31/2002
139. Epilogue 1/1/2004
140. A Dialog 1/1/2004
141. A Lamentation 4/12/2010
142. A Litany 4/12/2010
143. Sestina 4/12/2010
144. The Lute And The Lyre 1/1/2004
145. A Channel Crossing 1/1/2004
146. Before A Crucifix 1/1/2004
147. A Christmas Carol 4/12/2010
148. The Leper 4/12/2010
149. Sleep 1/1/2004
150. The Oblation 1/1/2004
151. A Watch In The Night 1/3/2003
152. A Cameo 4/12/2010
153. Genesis 1/1/2004
154. Not A Child 1/1/2004
155. In Harbour 1/1/2004
156. Cor Cordium 1/3/2003
157. Swan Song 4/12/2010
158. Ave Atque Vale (In Memory Of Charles Baudelaire) 1/4/2003
159. To Walt Whitman In America 1/1/2004
160. Eros 1/1/2004

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 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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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.

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