The more congenial page of some tenth-rate poeticule worn out with failure after failure and now squat in his hole like the tailless fox, he is curled up to snarl and whimper beneath the inaccessible vine of song. — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part. To sleep for a season and hear no word Of true love's truth or of light love's art, Only the song of a secret bird. — 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
