We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; Today will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man's lure. — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
I shall sleep, and move with the moving ships, Change as the winds change, veer in the tide. — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost,… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
A little soul scarce fledged for earth Takes wing with heaven again for goal, Even while we hailed as fresh from birth A little… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
While three men hold together, the kingdoms are less by three. — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which. — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
Fruits fail and love dies and time ranges;Thou art fed with perpetual breath, and alive after infinite changes,And fresh from the kisses of death,Of… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“As the dawn loves the sunlight that must cease Ere dawn again may rise and pass in peace; Must die that she being dead… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
Sorrow, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply deliver Sorrow. — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“Love, that is first and last of all things made, The light that has the living world for shade, The spirit that for temporal… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep. — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“The half-brained creature to whom books are other than living things may see with the eyes of a bat and draw with the fingers… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty ... a man with no loyalty in… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
To wipe off the froth of falsehood from the foaming lips of inebriated virtue, when fresh from the sexless orgies of morality and reeling… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
