Algernon Charles Swinburne

(5 April 1837 - 10 April 1909 / London)

Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems

1. Hope And Fear 12/6/2014
2. A Baby's Feet 2/16/2015
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. Christmas Antiphones 1/1/2004
13. Anonymous Plays: Xvii 4/12/2010
14. To Dr. John Brown: Sonnets 4/12/2010
15. John Marston: Xii 4/12/2010
16. John Webster: Vii 4/12/2010
17. England Cxvii 4/12/2010
18. Quia Nominor Leo: Sonnets 4/12/2010
19. The Sea-Swallows 4/12/2010
20. The Tribe Of Benjamin: Xv 4/12/2010
21. Thomas Heywood: X 4/12/2010
22. Dedication To Joseph Mazzini 1/1/2004
23. A Sequence Of Sonnets On The Death Of Robert Browning 1/1/2004
24. Perinde Ac Cadaver 1/1/2004
25. Mater Dolorosa 1/1/2004
26. Siena 1/1/2004
27. Monotones 1/1/2004
28. Messidor 1/1/2004
29. On An Old Roundel 1/1/2004
30. Ben Jonson: Iii 4/12/2010
31. Beaumont And Fletcher:Iv 4/12/2010
32. James Shirley: Xiv 4/12/2010
33. John Ford: Vi 4/12/2010
34. First Footsteps 4/12/2010
35. George Chapman:Xi 4/12/2010
36. Dedication 4/12/2010
37. Epilogue:Xxi 'Tristram Of Lyonesse' 4/12/2010
38. On Lamb’s Specimens Of Dramatic Poets: Sonnets 4/12/2010
39. Philip Massinger: V 4/12/2010
40. To Victor Hugo 4/12/2010
Best Poem of Algernon Charles Swinburne

A Ballad Of Death

Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears,
Girdle thyself with sighing for a girth
Upon the sides of mirth,
Cover thy lips and eyelids, let thine ears
Be filled with rumour of people sorrowing;
Make thee soft raiment out of woven sighs
Upon the flesh to cleave,
Set pains therein and many a grievous thing,
And many sorrows after each his wise
For armlet and for gorget and for sleeve.

O Love's lute heard about the lands of death,
Left hanged upon the trees that were therein;
O Love and Time and Sin,
Three singing mouths that mourn now ...

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Babyhood

A baby shines as bright
If winter or if May be
On eyes that keep in sight
A baby.

Though dark the skies or grey be,
It fills our eyes with light,
If midnight or midday be.

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