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10 Quotes for 'Algernon Charles Swinburne' in the Database.
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Algernon Charles Swinburne Quotes
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Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean;
The world has grown gray from thy breath;
We have drunken from things Lethean,
And fed on the fullness of death.
Topic: Christ
Source: Hymn to Proserpine
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No blast of air or fire of sun
Puts out the light whereby we run
With girdled loins our lamplit race,
And each from each takes heart of grace
And spirit till his turn be done.
Topic: Companionship
Source: Songs Before Sunrise
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Sark, fairer than aught in the world that the lit skies cover,
Laughs inly behind her cliffs, and the seafarers mark
As a shrine where the sunlight serves, though the blown clouds
hover, Sark.
Topic: Islands
Source: Insularum Ocelle
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Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover
Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading:
Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her:
Love lies bleeding.
Topic: Love Lies Bleeding
Source: Love Lies Bleeding
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In fierce March weather
White waves break tether,
And whirled together
At either hand,
Like weeds uplifted,
The tree-trunks rifted
In spars are drifted,
Like foam or sand.
Topic: March
Source: Four Songs of Four Seasons (st. 11)
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Heart's ease of pansy, pleasure or thought,
Which would the picture give us of these?
Surely the heart that conceived it sought
Heart's ease.
Topic: Pansies
Source: A Flower Piece by Fanten
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Prince, give praise to our French ladies
For the sweet sound their speaking carries;
'Twixt Rome and Cadiz many a maid is,
But no good girl's lip out of Paris.
- Algernon Charles Swinburne,
Topic: Paris
Source: Translation from Villon--Ballad of the Women of Paris
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Between the two seas the sea-bird's wing makes halt,
Wind-weary; while with lifting head he waits
For breath to reinspire him from the gates
That open still toward sunrise on the vault
High-domed of morning.
- Algernon Charles Swinburne,
Topic: Sea Birds
Source: Songs of the Spring Tides--Introductory lines to Birthday Ode to Victor Hugo
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From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives forever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Topic: Thankfulness
Source: Garden of Prosperine
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I ever held worse that all certitude,
To know not what the worst ahead might be.
Topic: Uncertainty
Source: Marino Faliero (act V)
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