Algernon Charles Swinburne

(5 April 1837 - 10 April 1909 / London)

Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems

161. Rococo 4/12/2010
162. The Last Oracle 1/3/2003
163. Comparisons 12/31/2002
164. Sapphics 4/12/2010
165. Death And Birth 1/1/2004
166. Eurydice - To Victor Hugo 1/1/2004
167. A Landscape By Courbet 1/1/2004
168. The Leper 4/12/2010
169. Tenebrae 1/1/2004
170. The Triumph Of Time 4/12/2010
171. A Year's Carols 12/31/2002
172. A Channel Crossing 1/1/2004
173. Mourning 1/1/2004
174. Autumn And Winter 1/1/2004
175. Aperotos Eros 1/1/2004
176. Chorus From 'Atalanta' 1/4/2003
177. Non Dolet 1/1/2004
178. At Sea 1/1/2004
179. A Ballad Of François Villon, Prince Of All Ballad-Makers 4/12/2010
180. Before The Mirror 4/12/2010
181. The Complaint Of Lisa 1/3/2003
182. The Way Of The Wind 1/1/2004
183. A Swimmer's Dream 1/3/2003
184. Blessed Among Women --To The Signora Cairoli 1/1/2004
185. Itylus 1/3/2003
186. Hymn Of Man 1/1/2004
187. An Interlude 4/12/2010
188. Hertha 1/4/2003
189. Love In A Mist 1/1/2004
190. Nephelidia 1/3/2003
191. A Ninth Birthday 1/1/2004
192. Anactoria 4/12/2010
193. Leave-Taking 1/3/2003
194. Babyhood 1/1/2004
195. Laus Veneris 4/12/2010
196. Etude Realiste 1/1/2004
197. To A Cat 12/31/2002
198. The Year Of The Rose 1/3/2003
199. Cleopatra 12/31/2002
200. Dead Love 1/1/2004
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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A Marching Song

We mix from many lands,
We march for very far;
In hearts and lips and hands
Our staffs and weapons are;
The light we walk in darkens sun and moon and star.

It doth not flame and wane
With years and spheres that roll,
Storm cannot shake nor stain

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