Algernon Charles Swinburne

(5 April 1837 - 10 April 1909 / London)

Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems

201. Sorrow 12/31/2002
202. Wasted Love 1/1/2004
203. A Marching Song 1/1/2004
204. A Clasp Of Hands 12/31/2002
205. Music: An Ode 12/31/2002
206. A Night-Piece By Millet 1/1/2004
207. Time And Life 1/1/2004
208. Prelude - Tristan And Isolde 1/1/2004
209. A Flower-Piece By Fantin 1/1/2004
210. Birth And Death 1/1/2004
211. A Ballad Of Burdens 12/31/2002
212. Hymn To Proserpine (After The Proclamation Of The Christian 1/1/2004
213. Four Songs Of Four Seasons 12/31/2002
214. A Dead Friend 1/1/2004
215. Love Lies Bleeding 1/1/2004
216. Love And Sleep 12/31/2002
217. The Garden Of Prosperine 1/3/2003
218. A Match 1/3/2003
219. A Child's Laughter 12/31/2002
220. A Leave-Taking 12/31/2002
221. A Baby's Death 1/1/2004
222. A Forsaken Garden 12/31/2002
223. A Ballad Of Death 1/3/2003
224. A Ballad Of Dreamland 1/3/2003

Comments about Algernon Charles Swinburne

  • 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.

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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