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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 ...)

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 ...)

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 ...)

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 ...)

Light: an Epicede Sketched portrait of 23-year-old Algernon Charles Swinburne, poet and author. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)       To Philip Bourke Marston Love will not weep because the seal is broken That sealed upon a life beloved and brief Darkness, and let but song break through for token How deep, too far for even thy song’s relief, Slept in thy soul the secret springs of grief. Thy song may soothe full many a soul hereafter, As tears, if tears will come, dissolve despair; As here but late, with smile more bright than laughter, Thy sweet strange yearning eyes would seem to bear Witness... (Read More ...)

Life in Death  A woodblock from a photograph of Algernon Swinburne, aged 52. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)     He should have followed who goes forth before us, Last born of us in life, in death first-born: The last to lift up eyes against the morn, The first to see the sunset. Life, that bore us Perchance for death to comfort and restore us, Of him hath left us here awhile forlorn, For him is as a garment overworn, And time and change, with suns and stars in chorus, Silent. But if, beyond all change or time, A law more just, more equal, more sublime Than sways the surge of life’s loud sterile... (Read More ...)

My Soul is Sorrowful unto Death (Photo credit: Wikipedia)  Intercession Ave Caesar Imperator, moriturum te saluto. 1 O Death, a little more, and then the worm; A little longer, O Death, a little yet, Before the grave gape and the grave-worm fret; Before the sanguine-spotted hand infirm Be rottenness, and that foul brain, the germ Of all ill things and thoughts, be stopped and set; A little while, O Death, ere he forget, A small space more of life, a little term; A little longer ere he and thou be met, Ere in that hand that fed thee to thy mind The poison-cup of life be overset; A little respite... (Read More ...)

In Time of Mourning   Mourning dress, circa 1867 Museum of Funeral Customs (Photo credit: Wikipedia)Would cry from hearts that yearn: Love dares not bid our dead again “Return,” we dare not as we fain Would cry from hearts that yearn: Love dares not bid our dead again Return. O hearts that strain and burn As fires fast fettered burn and strain! Bow down, lie still, and learn. The heart that healed all hearts of pain No funeral rites inurn: Its echoes, while the stars remain, Return. Extra Info: May 1885. From “Poems and Ballads (Third Series) Taken from The Collected... (Read More ...)