Algernon Charles Swinburne

(5 April 1837 - 10 April 1909 / London)

Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems

1. A Baby's Feet 2/16/2015
2. Hope And Fear 12/6/2014
3. Anonymous Plays: Xviii 4/12/2010
4. After Looking Into Carlyles Reminiscences 4/12/2010
5. Prelude - Lohengrin 1/1/2004
6. On The Russian Persecution Of The Jews: Sonnets 4/12/2010
7. May Janet 4/12/2010
8. Madona Mia 4/12/2010
9. Anonymous Plays:Xvi - ‘arden Of Feversham’ 4/12/2010
10. To William Bell Scott 4/12/2010
11. The Litany Of Nations 1/1/2004
12. Anonymous Plays: Xvii 4/12/2010
13. To Dr. John Brown: Sonnets 4/12/2010
14. John Marston: Xii 4/12/2010
15. John Webster: Vii 4/12/2010
16. England Cxvii 4/12/2010
17. Quia Nominor Leo: Sonnets 4/12/2010
18. The Sea-Swallows 4/12/2010
19. The Tribe Of Benjamin: Xv 4/12/2010
20. Thomas Heywood: X 4/12/2010
21. Dedication To Joseph Mazzini 1/1/2004
22. A Sequence Of Sonnets On The Death Of Robert Browning 1/1/2004
23. Perinde Ac Cadaver 1/1/2004
24. Mater Dolorosa 1/1/2004
25. Siena 1/1/2004
26. Monotones 1/1/2004
27. Messidor 1/1/2004
28. On An Old Roundel 1/1/2004
29. Ben Jonson: Iii 4/12/2010
30. Beaumont And Fletcher:Iv 4/12/2010
31. James Shirley: Xiv 4/12/2010
32. John Ford: Vi 4/12/2010
33. First Footsteps 4/12/2010
34. George Chapman:Xi 4/12/2010
35. Dedication 4/12/2010
36. Epilogue:Xxi 'Tristram Of Lyonesse' 4/12/2010
37. On Lamb’s Specimens Of Dramatic Poets: Sonnets 4/12/2010
38. Philip Massinger: V 4/12/2010
39. To Victor Hugo 4/12/2010
40. Aholibah 4/12/2010
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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The Way Of The Wind

The wind's way in the deep sky's hollow
None may measure, as none can say
How the heart in her shows the swallow
The wind's way.

Hope nor fear can avail to stay
Waves that whiten on wrecks that wallow,
Times and seasons that wane and slay.

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