Algernon Charles Swinburne image
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Born in April 5, 1837 / Died in April 10, 1909 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Algernon Charles Swinburne

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A Jacobite's Exile

...   For the songs they sing us, the sights they bring us, ...

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from Anactoria

... after Sappho Yea, thou shalt be forgotten like spilt wine, ...

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Laus Veneris

... luy pour le ramener, disant qu'il aurait de Dieu grace et bonne absolution de son grand pesché ...

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On The Downs

...   And time brings truth, and truth makes free, ...

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England CXVII

...   Mother, mother beloved, none other could claim in place of thee England's ...

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The Triumph of Time

...  I shall loathe sweet tunes, where a note grown strong ...

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After Looking into Carlyles Reminiscences

... II. Sweet heart, forgive me for thine own sweet sake, ...

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A Ballad of François Villon, Prince of All Ballad-Makers

...  Till death clipt close their flight with shameful shears ...

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March: An Ode

... nd the sparks that enkindled and fed it were strewn from the hands of the gods of the winds of March ...

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Ave Atque Vale

...   VI Now all strange hours and all strange loves are over, ...

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A Sequence of Sonnets on the Death of Robert Browning

...   And hear, through all thy storms that whirl and drive, ...

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Étude Réaliste

... Love, while the sweet thing laughs and lies, ...

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Dolores (Notre-Dame des Sept Douleurs)

...  Thou shalt chain his light limbs though he strive ...

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Sapphics

... Lutes with lips more sweet than the sound of lute-strings, ...

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Faustine

... Your drenched loose hands were stretched to hold ...