Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems
Ben Jonson
Broad-based, broad-fronted, bounteous, multiform,
With many a valley impleached with ivy and vine,
Wherein the springs of all the streams run wine,
And many a crag full-faced against the... more
Poet: Algernon Charles Swinburne rating:  Mourning
Alas my brother! the cry of the mourners of old
That cried on each other,
All crying aloud on the dead as the death-note rolled,
Alas my brother!
As flashes of dawn that mists from an east wind... more
Poet: Algernon Charles Swinburne rating: The Oblation
Ask nothing more of me, sweet;
All I can give you I give.
Heart of my heart, were it more,
More would be laid at your feet:
Love that should help you to live,
Song that should spur you to... more
Poet: Algernon Charles Swinburne rating: Beaumont and Fletcher
An hour ere sudden sunset fired the west,
Arose two stars upon the pale deep east.
The hall of heaven was clear for night's high feast,
Yet was not yet day's fiery heart at rest.
Love leapt up... more
Poet: Algernon Charles Swinburne rating:
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