Algernon Charles Swinburne

Death and birth should dwell not near together:
Wealth keeps house not, even for shame, with dearth:
Fate doth ill to link in one brief tether   Death and birth.
Harsh the yoke that binds them, strange the

I.WHITE ROSE in red rose-garden
Is not so white;
Snowdrops that plead for pardon
And pine for fright…

My brother, my Valerius, dearest head
Of all whose crowning bay-leaves crown their mother
Rome, in the notes first heard of thine I read
My brother.No dust that death or time can strew may smother…

Birth and death, twin-sister and twin-brother,
Night and day, on all things that draw breath,
Reign, while time keeps friends with one another   Birth and death.
Each brow-bound with flowers diverse of wreath

Love lies bleeding in the bed
Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading:
Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her:   Love lies bleeding.
Stately shine his purple plumes

NOVEMBER 4, 1889Somno mollior undaIDawn is dim on the dark soft water,
Soft and passionate, dark and sweet.
Love's own self was the deep sea's daughter,
Fair and flawless from face to feet,…

Chief in thy generation born of men,
Whom English praise acclaimed as English-born,
With eyes that matched the worldwide eyes of morn
For gleam of tears or laughter, tenderest then…

A baby's feet, like sea shells pink,
Might tempt, should heaven see meet
An angel's lips to kiss, we think,
A baby's feet.Like rose-hued sea flowers toward the heat…

The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves,
With breasts palpitating and wings refurled, With passion of couched limbs, as one who
Sleeping, and in her sleep she sees uncurled…

HEW hard the marble from the mountain’s heart
Where hardest night holds fast in iron gloom
Gems brighter than an April dawn in bloom,
That his Memnoniah likeness thence may start…

I.
Time, thy name is sorrow, says the
Heart of life, laid waste with wasting
Ere the change of things and thoughts requicken,   Time, thy name.

The weary day runs down and dies,
The weary night wears through:
And never an hour is fair wi' flower,
And never a flower wi' dew.I would the day were night for me,…

Расстанемся без смеха,
Расстанемся без слез;
Нам годы не помеха,
Когда их вихрь унес.…

IN the fair days when God
By man as godlike trod,
And each alike was Greek, alike was free,
God’s lightning spared, they said,…

I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLANDOUTSIDE the garden
The wet skies harden;
The gates are barred on
The summer side:…

Here, where the world is quiet,
Here, where all trouble
Dead winds' and spent waves'
In doubtful dreams of dreams;

What shall be done for sorrow   With love whose race is run?
Where help is none to borrow,   What shall be done?
In vain his hands have spun   The web, or drawn the furrow:
No rest their toil hath won.

Let us go hence, my songs; she will not hear.
Let us go hence together without fear;
Keep silence now, for singing-time is over,
And over all old things and all things dear.…

But now life's face beholden Seemed bright as heaven's bare
With hope of gifts withholden But now. From time's full-flowering
Each bud spake bloom to embolden Love's heart, and seal his vow.
Joy's eyes grew deep with olden Dreams,…

I AM that which began;
Out of me the years roll;
Out of me God and man;
I am equal and whole;…

Mourning on earth, as when dark hours descend,
Wide-winged with plagues, from heaven; when hope and
Wane, and no lips rebuke or reprehend   Mourning on earth.
The soul wherein her songs of death and birth

IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,
At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee,
Walled round with rocks as an inland island,
The ghost of a garden fronts the sea.…

I hid my heart in a nest of roses,
Out of the sun's way, hidden apart;
In a softer bed than the soft white snow's is,
Under the roses I hid my heart.…

In Memory of Charles BaudelaireNous devrions pourtant lui porter quelques fleurs;
Les morts, les pauvres morts, ont de grandes douleurs,
Et quand Octobre souffle, émondeur des vieux arbres,
Son vent mélancolique à l'entour de leurs marbres,…