The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog. — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
There is no such thing as a dumb poet or a handless painter. The essence of an artist is that he should… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart. — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
To have read the greatest works of any great poet, to have beheld or heard the greatest works of any great painter… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog; not though in that stage of development he should puff… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
There was a poor poet named Clough, Whom his friends all united to puff, But the public, though dull, Had not such… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“So Tristram looked on Iseult face to face and knew not, and she knew not. The last time -- The last that… — 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… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit thereof dust; No thorns go as deep as a… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“And with light lips yet full of their swift smile, And hands that wist not though they dug a grave, Undid the… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“And Iseult rose up where she sat apart, And with her sweet soul deepening her deep eyes Cast the furs from her… — 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… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“She might come in to bride-bed: and he laughed, As one that wist not well of wise love's craft, And bade all… — 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… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“And her heart sprang in Iseult, and she drew With all her spirit and life the sunrise through And through her lips… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“And thither, ere sweet night had slain sweet day, Iseult and Tristram took their wandering way, And rested, and refreshed their hearts… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“To fill the days up of his dateless year Flame from Queen Helen to Queen Guenevere? For first of all the sphery… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
“Love, is it morning risen or night deceased That makes the mirth of this triumphant east? Is it bliss given or bitterness… — 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
