Algernon Charles Swinburne Quotes
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Love, as is told by the seers of old, Comes as a butterfly tipped with gold, Flutters and flies in sunlit skies, Weaving round hearts that were one time cold.
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Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.
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There is no such thing as a dumb poet or a handless painter. The essence of an artist is that he should be articulate.
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The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring.
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No blast of air or fire of sun Puts out the light whereby we run With girdled loins our lamplit race, And each from each takes heart of grace And spirit till his turn be done.
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I that have love and no more Give you but love of you, sweet; He that hath more, let him give; He that hath wings, let him soar; Mine is the heart at your feet Here, that must love you to live.
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Wan February with weeping cheer, Whose cold hand guides the youngling year Down misty roads of mire and rime, Before thy pale and fitful face The shrill wind shifts the clouds apace Through skies the morning scarce may climb. Thine eyes are thick with heavy tears, But lit with hopes that light the year's.
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Love laid his sleepless head On a thorny rose bed: And his eyes with tears were red, And pale his lips as the dead.
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Our way is where God knows And Love knows where: We are in Love's hand to-day.
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Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean.
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Today will die tomorrow.
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Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran .
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Cold autumn, wan with wrath of wind and rain, Saw pass a soul sweet as the sovereign tune That death smote silent when he smote again.
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The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty ... a man with no loyalty in him, with no sense of love or reverence or devotion due to something outside and above his poor daily life, with its pains and pleasures, profits and losses, is as evil a case as man can be.
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Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.
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Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist.
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The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog.
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Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?
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His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.
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In friendship's fragrant garden, There are flowers of every hue. Each with its own fair beauty And its gift of joy for you. Friendship's Garden If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather.
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Despair the twin-born of devotion.
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The more congenial page of some tenth-rate poeticule worn out with failure after failure and now squat in his hole like the tailless fox, he is curled up to snarl and whimper beneath the inaccessible vine of song.
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In hawthorn-time the heart grows light.
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Let weakness learn meekness.
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The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty.
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I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end
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Love is more cruel than lust.
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Marvellous mercies and infinite love.
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Wherever there is a grain of loyalty there is a glimpse of freedom.
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Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran, Pleasure with pain for leaven, Summer with flowers that fell, Remembrance fallen from heaven, And Madness risen from hell, Strength without hands to smite, Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.
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