Algernon Charles Swinburne Quotes

That no life lives forever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.

In a land of sand and ruin and gold
There shone one woman, and none but she

She loved the games men played with death,
Where death must win

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.

Time and the Gods are at strife; ye dwell in the midst thereof,
Draining a little life from the barren breasts of love.

For till thunder in the trumoet be, Soul may divide from body but not we One from another

Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean:
The world has grown grey from thy breath!

By Heaven, had I the teeth of Caucasus
Red-hot from Promethean agonies,
And tusks more lucid than the lunar snows,
On those jagged lawns of Asia, cavernous
With many a dragon banquet-eyes like those
Minerva made of flint to shatter Jove — I'd hurl their hate upon thee, and myself
Die in a red parabola of Fate! — Ernest Wheldrake, The Monomaniac's Tragedy

Hide me inside you, where the sweetest things are hidden, between the roots of roses and spices

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.

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.