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| 4591. | Hope and Fear by Algernon Charles Swinburne | | Beneath the shadow of dawn's aërial cope,
With eyes enkindled as the sun's own sphere,
Hope from the front of youth in godlike cheer
Looks Godward... |
| 4592. | William Shakespeare by Algernon Charles Swinburne | | Not if men's tongues and angels' all in one
Spake, might the word be said that might speak thee.
Streams, winds, woods, flowers, fields, mountains, ... |
| 4593. | Love and Sleep by Algernon Charles Swinburne | | Lying asleep between the strokes of night
I saw my love lean over my sad bed,
Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head,
Smooth-skinned and dark, wi... |
| 4594. | Christopher Marlowe by Algernon Charles Swinburne | | Crowned, girdled, garbed and shod with light and fire,
Son first-born of the morning, sovereign star!
Soul nearest ours of all, that wert most far,
... |
| 4595. | Cleopatra by Algernon Charles Swinburne | | HER mouth is fragrant as a vine,
A vine with birds in all its boughs;
Serpent and scarab for a sign
Between the beauty of her brows
And the amorou... |
| 4596. | The Garden of Proserpine by Algernon Charles Swinburne | | Here, where the world is quiet;
Here, where all trouble seems
Dead winds' and spent waves' riot
In doubtful dreams of dreams;
I watch the green fi... |
| 4597. | A Night-Piece By Millet by Algernon Charles Swinburne | | Wind and sea and cloud and cloud-forsaking
Mirth of moonlight where the storm leaves free
Heaven awhile, for all the wrath of waking
Wind and sea.
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| 4598. | Prelude - Tristan And Isolde by Algernon Charles Swinburne | | Fate, out of the deep sea's gloom,
When a man's heart's pride grows great,
And nought seems now to foredoom
Fate,
Fate, laden with fears in wait... |
| 4599. | Sleep by Algernon Charles Swinburne | | Sleep, when a soul that her own clouds cover
Wails that sorrow should always keep
Watch, nor see in the gloom above her
Sleep,
Down, through dar... |
| 4600. | Aperotos Eros by Algernon Charles Swinburne | | Strong as death, and cruel as the grave,
Clothed with cloud and tempest's blackening breath,
Known of death's dread self, whom none outbrave,
Stron... |
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