Algernon Charles Swinburne

(5 April 1837 - 10 April 1909 / London)

Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems

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