Algernon Charles Swinburne Quotes

I can truly say with Shelley I have been fortunate in friendships: that I have been no less fortunate in my enemies than in my friends.

For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

I have no remedy for fear; there grows
No herb of help to heal a coward heart.

A blatant Bassarid of Boston, a rampant Maenad of Massachusetts.

So be it the wind and sun That reared thy limbs and lit thy veins with life Have blown and shone upon thee not for nought— If these have fed and fired thy spirit as mine With love, with faith that casts out fear, with joy, With trust in truth and pride in trust — if thou Be theirs indeed as theirs am I, with me Shalt thou take part and with my sea-folk — aye, Make thine eyes wide and give God wondering thanks That grace like ours is given thee — thou shalt bear Part of our praise for ever.

England, An Ode

All our past acclaims our future: Shakespeare's voice and Nelson's hand,
Milton's faith and Wordsworth's trust in this our chosen and chainless land,
Bear us witness: come the world against her, England yet shall stand.

Like rose-hued sea-flowers toward the heat, They stretch and spread and wink
Their ten soft buds that part and meet.

The sweetest flowers in all the world— A baby's hands.

Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.

From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be
That no man lives forever,
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.

His speech is a burning fire.

Stately, kindly, lordly friend
Condescend
Here to sit by me.

God's own hand Holds fast all issues of our deeds: with him The end of all our ends is, but with us Our ends are, just or unjust: though our works Find righteous or unrighteous judgment, this At least is ours, to make them righteous. Go.

All the world is bitter as a tear

O brother, the gods were good to you.
Sleep, and be glad while the world
endures.
Be well content as the years wear
through;
Give thanks for life, and the loves and
lures;
Give thanks for life, O brother, and
death,
For the sweet last sound of her feet, her
breath,
For gifts she gave you, gracious and
few,Tears and kisses, that lady of yours.