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ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE Aphrodite Atalanta in Calydon Athens Bassarid behold birds bitter blind blood born breast breath burn crown darkness dawn dead death deep dreams ears earth English Erechtheus eyes face faith father fear feet fire flame flowers glory gods grave hands hast thou hath hear heart heaven hell hope Hymn to Proserpine Itylus kings kiss land laugh light lightened lips live Lord love's man's men's mother mouth night Pantheism passion Poems and Ballads poet poetry praise Richard Wagner rose round sea's shadow shame sight sing skies sleep Songs before Sunrise sorrow soul sound spirit stars storm strength strong sundew sweet Swinburne Swinburne's tears thee Theodore Watts thine things Thou art Thou hast thou not watch thought thunder time's Tristram of Lyonesse verse Victor Hugo Walter Savage Landor waves weep wild wind wings word
Page xxxiii - A creed is a rod, And a crown is of night; But this thing is God, To be man with thy might. To grow straight in the strength of thy spirit, and live out thy life as the light.
Page 232 - If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf. If I were what the words are, And love were like the tune, With double sound and single Delight our lips would mingle, With kisses glad as birds are That get sweet rain at noon ; If I were what the words are And love were like the tune.
Page 87 - I am that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal and Whole; God changes, and man, and the form of them bodily; I am the soul.
Page 150 - The kings of the earth stood up, and the rulers took counsel together against the Lord and against his anointed.
Page 325 - And now no sacred staff shall break in blossom, No choral salutation lure to light A spirit sick with perfume and sweet night And love's tired eyes and hands and barren bosom. There is no help for these things...
Page 70 - Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light : Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound or sight : Nor wintry leaves nor vernal, Nor days nor things diurnal ; Only the sleep eternal In an eternal night.
Page 199 - A FORSAKEN GARDEN In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, Walled round with rocks as an inland island, The ghost of a garden fronts the sea.
Page 70 - From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives forever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Page 67 - Here, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time and mowing, A sleepy world of streams. I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep, Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep. Here life has death for...
Page 257 - If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts. And every sweetness that inspired their hearts. Their minds, and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period, And all...