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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Before Parting

...  Day hath not strength nor the night shade enough ...

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The Epitaph in Form of a Ballad which Villon Made for Himself and his Comrades, Expecting to be Hanged along with Them

...  Ye should not hold our prayer in scorn, though we ...

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A Christmas Carol

... And either way from the short silk band ...

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Let Us Go

... but we, We are hence, we are gone, as though we had not been there ...

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Athens: An Ode

... Change your hearts not with your garments, nor your faith with creeds that change: ...

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The King's Daughter

...   White bread and brown for the king’s daughter ...

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First Footsteps

... A babe's feet, venturing, scarce complete ...

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James Shirley: XIV

...   Since the outposts rang round Marlowe’s lion ramp, ...

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The Garden of Prosperine

... Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever ...

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George Chapman:XI

...   Then bluff as Mayne’s4 or broad-mouthed Barry’s5 glee , ...

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John Marston: XII

...   The strange black soil foamed, as a black beaked prow ...

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Hesperia

... And the lithe long throats of her snakes reach round her, their mouths overcome her, ...

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The Channel Tunnel: Sonnets

...   Now found and hailed of England sweeter friend, ...

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Aholibah

...   Worked as the blood’s beat worked therein ...

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Ben Jonson: III

...   Darkening thy soul with shadow of thunderous wings ...