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  A New Year’s EveBy Algernon Charles Swinburne   Christina Rossetti, portrait by her brother (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Christina Rossetti died December 29, 1894 The stars are strong in the deeps of the lustrous night, Cold and splendid as death if his dawn be bright; Cold as the cast-off garb that is cold as clay, Splendid and strong as a spirit intense as light. A soul more sweet than the morning of new-born May Has passed with the year that has passed from the world away. A song more sweet than the morning’s first-born song Again will hymn not among us a new... (Read More ...)

8 weeks old baby (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Three Weeks Old By Algernon Charles Swinburne Three weeks since there was no such rose in being; Now may eyes made dim with deep delight See how fair it is, laugh with love, and seeing Praise the chance that bids us bless the sight. Three weeks old, and a very rose of roses, Bright and sweet as love is sweet and bright. Heaven and earth, till a man’s life wanes and closes, Show not life or love a lovelier sight. Three weeks past have renewed the rosebright creature Day by day with life, and night by night. Love, though fain of its every faultless... (Read More ...)

Sunset and Moonrise Moonrise over Death Valley north of Furnace Creek (Photo credit: Wikipedia) By Algernon Charles Swinburne All the west, whereon the sunset sealed the dead year’s glorious grave Fast with seals of light and fire and cloud that light and fire illume, Glows at heart and kindles earth and heaven with joyous blush and bloom, Warm and wide as life, and glad of death that only slays to save. As a tide-reconquered sea-rock lies aflush with the influent wave Lies the light aflush with darkness, lapped about by lustrous gloom, Even as life with death, and fame with time, and memory... (Read More ...)

Laughter (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Tell me if this isn’t a description of grandchildren visiting in the summer, then going back home and to school in September.   Sunrise By Algernon Charles Swinburne If the wind and the sunlight of April and August had mingled the past and hereafter In a single adorable season whose life were a rapture of love and of laughter, And the blithest of singers were back with a song; if again from his tomb as from prison, If again from the night or the twilight of ages Aristophanes had arisen, With the gold-feathered wings of a bird that were also a god... (Read More ...)

Sorrow Algernon Charles Swinburne, by Robert M.B. Paxton (died 1927), given to the National Portrait Gallery, London in 1956. See source website for additional information. This set of images was gathered by User:Dcoetzee from the National Portrait Gallery, London website using a special tool. All images in this batch have been confirmed as author died before 1939 according to the official death date listed by the NPG. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) By Algernon Charles Swinburne Sorrow, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply deliver Sorrow. One... (Read More ...)

Six Years Old Algernon Charles Swinburne. A true poet from Cartoon portraits and biographical sketches of men of the day (Photo credit: Wikipedia) By Algernon Charles Swinburne   To H.W.M. Between the springs of six and seven, Two fresh years’ fountains, clear Of all but golden sand for leaven, Child, midway passing here, As earth for love’s sake dares bless heaven, So dare I bless you, dear. Between two bright well-heads, that brighten With every breath that blows Too loud to lull, too low to frighten, But fain to rock, the rose, Your feet stand fast, your lit smiles lighten, That... (Read More ...)

Seven Years Old Four loaves. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) By Algernon Charles Swinburne   I. Seven white roses on one tree, Seven white loaves of blameless leaven, Seven white sails on one soft sea, Seven white swans on one lake’s lee, Seven white flowerlike stars in heaven, All are types unmeet to be For a birthday’s crown of seven. II. Not the radiance of the roses, Not the blessing of the bread, Not the breeze that ere day grows is Fresh for sails and swans, and closes Wings above the sun’s grave spread, When the starshine on the snows is Sweet as sleep on sorrow shed, III. Nothing... (Read More ...)

On an Old Roundel East Dene, Bonchurch, Isle of Wight, family home of the Victorian Poet – Algernon Charles Swinburne. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) By Algernon Charles Swinburne   TRANSLATED BY D. C. ROSSETTI FROM THE FRENCH OF VILLON I. Death, from thy rigour a voice appealed, And men still hear what the sweet cry saith, Crying aloud in thine ears fast sealed, Death. As a voice in a vision that vanisheth, Through the grave’s gate barred and the portal steeled The sound of the wail of it travelleth. Wailing aloud from a heart unhealed, It woke response of melodious breath From lips... (Read More ...)

Nine Years Old Reproduction of a photograph of English writer and poet Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909) (Photo credit: Wikipedia) By Algernon Charles Swinburne I. Lord of light, whose shine no hands destroy, God of song, whose hymn no tongue refuses, Now, though spring far hence be cold and coy, Bid the golden mouths of all the Muses Ring forth gold of strains without alloy, Till the ninefold rapture that suffuses Heaven with song bid earth exult for joy, Since the child whose head this dawn bedews is Sweet as once thy violet-cradled boy. II. Even as he lay lapped about with flowers, Lies... (Read More ...)

Mourning Algernon Charles Swinburne, by Robert M.B. Paxton (died 1927), given to the National Portrait Gallery, London in 1956. See source website for additional information. This set of images was gathered by User:Dcoetzee from the National Portrait Gallery, London website using a special tool. All images in this batch have been confirmed as author died before 1939 according to the official death date listed by the NPG. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) By Algernon Charles Swinburne Mourning Alas my brother! the cry of the mourners of old That cried on each other, All crying aloud on the dead as the... (Read More ...)