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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The Bloody Sun

... ” “The steeds were stamping sair by the weary banks of clay, ...

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Thomas Heywood: X

...   Whence many a wreath once higher strong Time has hurled: ...

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A Cameo

...   And the strange loves that suck the breasts of Hate ...

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Epilogue:XXI 'Tristram of Lyonesse'

... Shrank, and Rome’s bloodhounds cowered, at Milton’s breath: ...

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Sestina

... All loves and dreams and sounds and gleams of night ...

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A Song in Time of Revolution. 1860

... They were clothed with the cunning of old, and the smell of their garments was sweet ...

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Seven Years Old

...   Seven years since, of seven times seven ...

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Dickens: Sonnets

...   Higher even than here, though highest was here thy place, ...

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Hendecasyllabics

... Fair false leaves (but the summer leaves were falser), ...

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Stage Love

... These were things she came to know, and take their measure, ...

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Anonymous Plays:XVI - ‘Arden of Feversham’

...   Queen therefore, sovereign queen of English dames, ...

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To Dr. John Brown: Sonnets

...   With joy’s bright raiment and with love’s sweet bread, ...

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Rondel

... Deep double shells wherethrough the eye-flower peers, ...

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The Masque of Queen Bersabe: A Miracle-Play

...   When the ashen pyre falls through with heat ...

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Choriambics

... What strange faces of dreams, voices that called, hands that were raised to wave, ...